Cherry Blossoms at Dawn - MyOC Kamui Galuda

MyOC Kamui Galuda (神威ガルダ/巡音ガルダ/Megurine Galuda) 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 After the opening ceremony, the atmosphere on campus gradually shifted from solemn to relaxed. April 1st. Spring had only just begun, yet the cherry blossoms on campus were already in full bloom. The new students, fresh from the entrance ceremony, were returning to their classrooms one after another, and the hallways were filled with chatter. Some were excitedly discussing what had happened at the ceremony. Some were making lunch plans with friends from middle school. Others, taking advantage of the time before classes officially began, were eager to get to know their new classmates. The first-year classroom was filled with the unfamiliarity and liveliness unique to the start of a new school. By the window, a boy stood quietly. Kamui Galuda. Fifteen years old. Today was his first day as a high school student. He wasn't in a hurry to join any conversation. He simply stood by the window, his hands resting naturally near the frame, gazing at the cherry trees outside the school building. The wind blew. The branches swayed gently. A pale pink petal drifted down from a branch, spun in the sunlight, and finally landed at the edge of the corridor outside the window. Galuda's eyes followed the petal. His expression was calm. His short purple hair was slightly tousled, not neatly arranged, which only made the cool, striking presence about him more noticeable. His blue eyes reflected the spring scenery outside. They weren't sharp, yet they had a depth that was hard to ignore. "...High school," he said softly. From today on, life would be different from before. A different classroom. Different teachers. Different classmates. And so many more things waiting for him to discover. He wasn't particularly nervous. Just a little unfamiliar with it all. His middle school days were now in the past, and this campus before his eyes would become an important part of the next few years of his life. Galuda looked into the distance. Under the cherry trees, a few students were taking photos. Some laughed and struck poses, while others handed their phones to friends, hoping to capture a memento of the first day. Watching the scene, he suddenly remembered something his father had once said to him. "You don't have to rush to fit in at a new place." His father, Kamui Gakupo, had never demanded that he become the center of a crowd. Just being himself was enough. His mother, Megurine Luka, had also always told him that if he met someone willing to get along sincerely, he shouldn't let shyness cause him to miss the chance to know them. Galuda had always remembered. So today, he didn't force himself to make a lot of friends right away. Taking it slowly was fine. "Have you been looking at the cherry blossoms this whole time?" A voice came suddenly from behind him. Galuda turned around. A boy stood a few steps away, and it seemed he had been watching him for a while. "Mm," Galuda answered. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" "They are." The other boy smiled. "I think so too." The two looked out the window together for a moment. "I'm Fujiwara. And you?" "Kamui Galuda." "Kamui..." Fujiwara thought for a moment. "That's an easy name to remember." "Thanks." "Which middle school did you go to?" The two began talking about their old schools. The conversation wasn't lively, but it wasn't awkward either. Fujiwara seemed to be quite talkative, and before long he asked about Galuda's interests. "What do you usually like to do?" "Music." "Music?" "Mm." Galuda nodded. "Piano, keyboard, guitar. I also make music." Fujiwara looked surprised. "You compose, too?" "Music production." "That's amazing." Galuda only shook his head lightly. "I'm still learning." "You must really love music." "Mm." His answer was simple. But when he spoke of music, his eyes clearly softened a little. "Are you thinking of joining a club?" "I haven't decided yet." "Me neither." Fujiwara smiled. "Looks like we can check them out together." Galuda nodded. "Sure." While the two were chatting, a stir suddenly rose in the classroom. "It's lunch break!" "Finally, we can eat." "Where are you guys eating?" Students began returning to their seats. Some took out their lunch boxes, some opened their bags, and others got ready to head to the school store. Galuda also went back to his seat. He took out his lunch box. Fujiwara glanced at it and couldn't help asking: "Did you make this yourself?" "Mm." "You can cook?" "A little." Galuda opened the lunch box. Inside was simple but neatly arranged food. Rice balls, tamagoyaki, vegetables, and a few home-style side dishes. Nothing especially fancy, but it was clear that whoever prepared it had been careful. "How is that 'a little'?" Fujiwara laughed. "It looks delicious." "Thanks." Galuda picked up his chopsticks. Just as he was about to eat, another classmate leaned over. "What are you guys talking about?" "I just found out Galuda does music production." "Seriously?" "Mm." "Then can you sing?" Galuda looked up. "Yes." "What about guitar?" "Yes." "Piano?" "That too." The people around them overheard and began to look interested. "You're basically good at everything." "Not really." Galuda answered calmly. "I just like it." The words left a few people quiet for a moment. Then one of them laughed. "You seem cool." Galuda didn't reply. He simply lowered his head and took a bite of rice. But the corners of his mouth seemed to curve up slightly. The mood of the lunch break gradually grew more natural. The once unfamiliar classroom began to carry sounds that belonged to a class. Some people shared snacks. Some exchanged contact information. Some discussed where to go after school. Galuda joined in with a few words here and there. He wasn't as enthusiastic as some of his classmates, but he didn't deliberately keep his distance either. He found that high school life didn't seem as hard to adjust to as he had imagined. At least, not today. Halfway through lunch, he suddenly heard the sound of wind outside the window. A few cherry blossom petals drifted past the glass again. Galuda looked up. Sunlight fell across his desk. The noise of the classroom, his classmates' laughter, and the rustling of leaves outside blended together. He quietly watched the blossoms. This morning, he had still felt this was a completely unfamiliar place. But by lunchtime, he had already memorized the names of a few classmates. And people had started talking to him on their own. Maybe high school was just like this. You don't know from the start what you'll meet along the way. You simply begin with an ordinary morning, stepping into a new classroom. Then, in some unexpected moment, you realize you've already started leaving your own mark. Galuda leaned back in his chair and looked out the window. The cherry blossoms still swayed gently in the wind. He suddenly recalled what his mother had said to him when he left home this morning. "Enjoy your high school life." His father had only patted him on the shoulder. "No need to rush." Thinking back now, he felt both sentences suited today perfectly. No need to rush to know everyone. No need to rush to decide the future. And no need to rush to become anyone in particular. Just taking it one step at a time was enough. Galuda picked up his chopsticks again. "Galuda." Fujiwara called to him. "Mm?" "Want to go look at the clubs together after school?" Galuda looked at him. Outside the window, the cherry blossoms were just then drifting down in the breeze. He thought for a moment, then nodded. "Okay." "Then it's settled." "Mm." When their brief exchange ended, the two went back to eating lunch. The cherry blossoms outside did not stop falling. And Kamui Galuda's high school life quietly began, right there in the lunch break of that spring day. 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka's first child Name: Kamui Galuda (神威ガルダ/巡音ガルダ/Megurine Galuda) Age: 15 Birthday:3/30 Personality: Calm, strong, dark side, protective Appearance: Short purple hair, slightly messy, exuding a cool and powerful aura. Blue eyes, full of charm and mystery. Skills: Piano, keyboard, music production, guitar, singing, martial arts, cooking