Ikari and kind-hearted? Even in another life, this assumption can never be registered as something possible. Ikari while not rotten to the core, he was still someone who didn't care about other's misery. The same as today. Like always, Ikari roamed around the night before school started again, hung out with friends and stayed up late. Somehow or another, the next morning he woke up at a woman's place who even nicely dished him breakfast. In fact, Ikari felt she was overly nice.
Then he spotted that magazine. A very old one, that seemed to have gone through decade of years seeing how worn out it was. He recognized it from its cover. Of course he recognized it, after all he had seen it in a very large quanitity. And god knows, how many he had already trashed, ripped apart and burned away in a rage that he had yet to overcome. A smile was seen on his face as he innocently branded the woman a 'whore' before he snatched away the magazine and without wasting anymore time exited the house not minding the slightest the angry shouts coming from within.
Coincidentally a neighbour titled her little head curiously outside, but Ikari gave her his charming smile which made her back away in embarassment, not noticing the content of the cursing mad woman inside the house Ikari had just left. He returned to his house, or more exact, his apartment only the rich could have. It was still very early in the morning, so Ikari had no rush and comfortably took a shower. In the whole apartment, only the sound of the shower running was heard, aside from that, silence dominated. Ikari made himself a quick sandwhich and turned on the radio. He sat on the couch and listened.
Ikari soon made his way to the school. The school was actually not far away from his apartment, but for some reason he always chose to go the roundabout way through a nearby park. He felt stares on him wherever he went, but he ignored it already being perfectly accustomed with it. For his night friends wonder, Ikari wore his uniform in a modest and model student way, yet it still didn't cover his charm the slightest. Today though, he had opened the first two buttons at the top and his jacket hanging on his shoulder, while his tie hung perfectly. It is difficult to accept that someone playful like Ikari could do his tie perfectly like that.
Soon he entered the school yard and there begun the usual school day. He talked with friends, flirted with the girls (might as well fool around a little bit) and lead a completely normal life. That is, if not for his countless fans not only from the boys side but also from the girls. Today, he actually already had to accept several confessions from freshmen newly coming to school which he naturally rejected all. It was fun to see those crocodile tears. Honestly.
He also met up with Seiji, who had told him about a certain Maid Café he wanted to go to today. Ikari wasn't really interested, so he let the guy to go there alone. Seriously, why would he go into a Maid Café? Yes, perhaps entertaining, but Ikari was honestly not interested in something like that. He would perhaps more enjoy to be a waiter there, that'd be interesting. Pranking people in the disguise of a waiter, or perhaps as a cook... that would arouse Ikari's interest. But being the customer and being served by girls he was already surrounded with even without going there? No thank you.
The day continued with him talking with friends like that until the school day finally ended. He was invited to karaoke by some girls, so he went with them. Their intention was clear, obviously, they were not restrained either. Ikari also flirted around to please them. But then, he excused himself to go buy some drinks for them. They naturally wanted to go with him, but Ikari refused saying he wanted to serve them. The thought him serving them seemed to please them all, so they waited in the karaoke room - unsuspecting that Ikari would just leave without saying anything, leaving them clueless.
Ikari yawned. Probably he was still tired from the night before, so he decided to go for a shortcut through the town to go to some girl's apartment and sleep there. But then... who would have thought that in an alleyway... "Nice hobby, Pres. Didn't know you are this kind of pervert."
... Sora Azuma, the school president he had perhaps only met fleetingly at school, would be leaning on the wall having a maid costume on. Now, wasn't this so very interesting? Ikari stepped forward, a grin played on his lips as the distance between them shrunk with every step he made.