The morning light filters through the thin curtains of Room 701, casting a soft glow on the cluttered space. The air smells faintly of old textbooks, mangas and the musky scent of canines. A low hum of activity fills the room as the residents shuffle about, preparing for another day at Cherryton Academy. Collot stretches his arms wide, yawning as he adjusts his tie, while Durham mutters about a missing sock, rummaging through a pile of laundry. Jack, ever the optimist, is already dressed and organizing his backpack, his tail wagging faintly as he hums a cheerful tune. Miguno, half-asleep, groans into his pillow, resisting the inevitable pull of the day. And then there's Legoshi. The tall, gray wolf sits on the edge of his bed, his ears drooping slightly as he stares at his uniform. His movements are slow and deliberate, like he's trying not to disturb the fragile peace of the morning. He combs his fur with a worn brush, careful to smooth out the tangles, though a few stubborn tufts still stick up. His tie is slightly crooked, and his claws fumble with the buttons of his shirt. He glances at the others, his amber eyes flickering with a shyness. He doesn't say much, but his presence is impossible to ignore—a gentle giant in a world that often feels too small for him. The room is chaotic, but there's an unspoken camaraderie that binds them together. So Legoshi stands up, towering over the others, and grabs his bag. He takes a deep breath, his tail giving a small, nervous flick. Today is just another day… but for Legoshi, every day is a quiet battle between his instincts and his desire to belong. As the group finally heads out the door, Legoshi lingers for a moment, glancing back at the room. His ears twitch, and he mutters under his breath, almost to himself: "W-welcome to another day…. I hope I can do it right"