Serenity is is a Unique concept, perhaps it is rare in a time of war to be relaxed, but For hyuma at least finding a sense of peace was not terribly difficult, he was a nobody and had long accepted it, he was born to nobodies who'd died nobodies and held no illusion of grandeur or thought that he would be any different. He didn't mind such a fate, his life would be spent in service to his homeland, he know that at least, was an honor. But to apply excess effort seemed a waste he was content to do what as asked of him and nothing more, and when nothing was asked of him he pursued his hobbies of napping sewing and calligraphy.
If there was one art Hyuma had Strived to master, it was finding places he was not likely to be disturbed though it had taken him some time, he'd finally found a home in the boiler room, on the surface the room was a tad uncomfortably hot, considering it supplied heat to the subterranean compounds lower levels.and the ever present whirr of the boiler might seem unpleasant, but the room was not a destination too many took to exploring. As such, in Hyuma's eyes it was perfect. He'd found a small nook behind the boiler between a few decrepit boxes of parts for the machine, small enough for him to comfortably lay down. and rest and think. So each day after and between classes he would sneak off to his small base and rest. He was content to keep the place from his classmates, not out of disdain for them but a desire for seclusion. It took too much effort to train and be social, he could do one or the other but both was simply too much to ask he felt.
On this particular day as he snuck to his hiding place he felt a pang of paranoia that he'd been followed but shrugged it off, he wasn't interesting enough to follow he decided so he followed his normal routine. Pausing outside the boiler room door glancing about to see if he'd been followed he quickly jiggled open the old lock on the door that hardly held together anymore and snuck into the boiler room. Climbing around the machine, he stripped off his loose jacket for a makeshift pillow and laid himself down letting the quiet hum of machinery lull him to sleep for a small time before he again would have to train.
If there was one art Hyuma had Strived to master, it was finding places he was not likely to be disturbed though it had taken him some time, he'd finally found a home in the boiler room, on the surface the room was a tad uncomfortably hot, considering it supplied heat to the subterranean compounds lower levels.and the ever present whirr of the boiler might seem unpleasant, but the room was not a destination too many took to exploring. As such, in Hyuma's eyes it was perfect. He'd found a small nook behind the boiler between a few decrepit boxes of parts for the machine, small enough for him to comfortably lay down. and rest and think. So each day after and between classes he would sneak off to his small base and rest. He was content to keep the place from his classmates, not out of disdain for them but a desire for seclusion. It took too much effort to train and be social, he could do one or the other but both was simply too much to ask he felt.
On this particular day as he snuck to his hiding place he felt a pang of paranoia that he'd been followed but shrugged it off, he wasn't interesting enough to follow he decided so he followed his normal routine. Pausing outside the boiler room door glancing about to see if he'd been followed he quickly jiggled open the old lock on the door that hardly held together anymore and snuck into the boiler room. Climbing around the machine, he stripped off his loose jacket for a makeshift pillow and laid himself down letting the quiet hum of machinery lull him to sleep for a small time before he again would have to train.