Seiyuu Akihiko
Akihiko was no stranger to detention. The teacher currently appointed, a burly middle-aged man who'd been teaching there for over ten years, had taken one look at them and sighed as if they were headaches trying to invade his brain. "Another fight, Seiyuu?" He said resignedly, more of a statement than a question. To himself, he muttered almost inaudibly, "That's the fifth one this month..."
Before anyone could answer, he shook his head. "Alright, you know the drill." He said. "Students in detention must help clean the school. Suzuki's in charge of you - he'll tell you what to do. Once you're done, you are free to leave. Now then," he finished, gesturing to the door with a shooing motion. "Out you go."
The trip to meet Suzuki was short but monotonous, Akihiko refusing to talk to anyone. Halfway there, a whistle rang from Akihiko's phone, loud but pretty, a catchy four notes. Gling, gling-gling gliing gling, gling-gli-
Akihiko opened his phone before the sound carried on. His eyes widened at the sight of Yomi's message. Very carefully, he scrolled through her message.
Then he winced.
He'd... forgotten. No, not forgotten - it’d just slipped his mind, that was all! In the fight that was definitely not his fault (Akihiko ignored the thoughts that said ‘yes it was your fault’ with the ease of a seasoned veteran). There was a twinging in his gut that felt like someone had pricked him with a blunt needle, and Akihiko frowned, placing his hand lightly over his stomach. Maybe he was having a stomach ache?
(Wrong answer! It was actually the emotion guilt, but since Akihiko was a loser with the emotional awareness of a broken brick (aka none), it was questionable if he even knew what guilt was.)
Probably a stomach ache, Akihiko decided. Thumbs flying over the keyboard of his phone, Akihiko quickly texted back.
To Sakurano:
Naturally I would have attended your slam-poetry night! Alas, there is naught that even a perfect being such as I can do to go against the whims of the school administration, and so I regret to inform you that I can’t go to your competition because those demonic teachers simply do not understand the importance of battle, and deem it a terrible offense to the state of this school. I’m now chained by the threat of suspension to the demon Suzuki, alas, and stuck with the wretched job of cleaning this school of filth until the sun sets.
However! Surely you do not need me to be there? For clearly, the people against you are fools in the making, doomed to fail against you and your training! It is a sad thing indeed that I cannot see the lambs coming in to be slayed. And as Suzuki is approaching, I must cut this message short - and so I bid you adieu!
Akihiko barely had time to press send before they came upon Suzuki. He grinned and waved at the blonde teen as he slipped his phone back into his pocket, clearly unrepentant at being back in detention. “I'm back!” He said rapidly, baring his teeth in a smile. “What do we have to clean today?”