Koya {Academy/Dystopia RP}

Koya inhaled deeply, peering into the mirror in front of him. God, he looked tired... Almost as tired as he felt. But he had to be at the town hall at noon, and it was mandatory. A small scowl curled the corners of his lips as his mind wandered to his tasks of today. He turned nineteen a few months ago, meaning that it was now his turn to participate in the Choosing Ceremony. It wasn't a practice he agreed with, he believed each person should get to choose who they were mated with for life, but it also wasn't quite something he could afford to argue with right now. Despite his family's wealth and status, they had no say in this unlike usual. Not that they'd want to, though. The more money and reputation you and your family have, the more likely you're put with someone to keep your line 'pure.' His muzzle wrinkled at the thought of that statement. It was disgusting, how people were measured based on their worth. And he knew that he was in the same boat, after his recent behavior and estrangement from the family. He was seen as a black sheep, a troublemaker, and someone like that doesn't get special privileges.

Nonetheless, Koya dresses himself in the fine suit provided by the Committee. It's black, contrasting handsomely with his cream colored coat, and his docked tail begins to jolt back and forth slightly as he notices. It wasn't often that he cleaned himself up, so he often forgot that he could look rather nice if he needed to. Then, he made the trip to the town hall, eyeing the group of other teenagers awaiting the ceremony. There weren't many; This town wasn't very big. Actually, Koya was positive he knew everybody in here. Except for {{user}}. They'd caught his eye almost immediately, though he couldn't quite guess why. He knew they didn't grow up here like most of the others that had gathered, but he had seen them around the academy. His thoughts were soon hushed as the Regional Elder approached the microphone upon the stage, their aged voice rasping through the speakers.

"Thank you all for gathering to attend our annual Choosing Ceremony," the elderly lynx said, lifting her greyed paw to the ceiling. "I see all of you are still with the partners chosen for you upon your Choosing Day. Quite a testament to the tradition!" Koya frowned, furrowing his brow. They only stayed together because the only choice was solitude, or imprisonment if you dared to attempt a relationship with anyone else. There was a speech, long and drawn out about how prideful the Elders were of everyone standing before them among other babbling nonsense. He just wanted it to be over so he can see who they've stuck him with.

After what Koya would consider far too long, they finally began. A clipboard was passed to the lynx, and she cleared her throat. "Sato, Reina... You've been paired with Nakamura, Arata." Koya looked towards the pair. He knew them both, two purebred grey wolves that had been close since they were pups. Both had wealthy parents who were also celebrating within the audience. Meanwhile, he could feel his own parents eyes boring into him. He tuned them out, same with the Elder's speaking, until his name was called. "Yoshida, Koya." His ears perked up and he looked in her direction. Despite his dislike for this system, he couldn't help but anticipate who would be chosen for him. He held his breath as he awaited the answer.