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Airdalen Academy

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a part of No-Go AA+, by Victorant.

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50 Characters Here

Akira Blake [280] I'm a boy, I swear! R-really... (Stats up to date)
Gen Fukui [233] You'll have to bare with me a bit longer, darling~ <updated>
Ryou Giou [232] "They say I need a distraction, what do you think?" (revamped)
Yuuki Fujioka [232] This may be a new school, but my goals haven't changed. Don't bother me. (Stats Updated)
Shiori Kitogawa [228] I don't have a lot of time.. they hate me.. I need to change. (Stat update)
Rhys Browning [225] "I'm trying to hold back." Stats Updated 24/03
Johnny Farelli [219] "I will get stronger. I have to... for everyone's sakes." (FridayStatsUpdated!)
Bishop Trander [218] "Well, it looks like I'm going to be at this school longer than the others... Things will be different this time. Right?" EDITED
Aeon Shirokami [213] "For me, it will always be business as usual."
Sora Harigae [197] "If the sky is the limit, then I am at a disadvantage because I can't be more than what I am." [stat 25/03]

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Hiro Oshiro

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xxxx"Garbage." Devone waved her personal stylist away before sitting down with her legs crossed and crossing her arms too with both impatience and disappointment. The personal stylist was a new hire as the usual one Devone employed was inconveniently on vacation overseas. She was a timid looking girl by the name of Tamaki, Itsumi who did not carry herself with the grace and poise expected of someone in her chosen career path but there was that saying Devone heard of that went something like, 'pick the hairdresser with the worst haircut at the salon because they're the reason everyone else looks good.' Devone rolled her eyes reflecting on it because she couldn't recall the source but hoped there was some truth to it. When she last minute hired the Tamaki girl, she didn't quite expect...her. Itsumi returned again and again with more recommendations for the outing later that night but Devone would reject them again and again.
"Yikes."
"Bigger yikes."
"I wouldn't wear that even if I was dead."
"Ugh, are you even trying?"

xxxxUnlike Devone, Itsumi had the patience of a saint and wasn't deterred. "Well." She began. "I never asked but what is the occasion tonight Miss Kim?" Devone's gaze wandered over to the windows of her bedroom and the cloudy uncertain skies. "I don't know." she answered, her tone of voice much softer than the harsher comments she spat out before. "Wear something comfortable with pants. That was all he said." Devone relaxed her posture, resting her cheek atop her fingers as her red eyes returned back to the only other individual in the room like a target. "Is that a tall order?" she taunted. Itsumi remained silent for a time before clasping her own hands together and asking more probing questions that she believed would help her understand the task better. "Who would this man be to you? A family member? A friend? A romantic interest?" Devone tilted her head so it rested on her hand more unsure how to address that particular query. Part of her wanted to say it was none of the Tamaki girl's business but she did come to realize the question wasn't completely uncalled for. The stylist would like to know her relation to the person involved at the event in order to best tailor her attire for it. What a lady might wear around a family member could greatly differ from what she would wear around a possible suitor.

xxxxDevone sighed at how tiresome this whole ordeal was. It wasn't like she really needed a personal stylist. What she was currently wearing was considerably fashionable enough, accentuated her body's figure nicely and she hadn't even left the house. For some reason or another, she just hired one. It felt like a reassurance towards something so unclear. She was still dumbfounded that Ryou requested her time as a Christmas present because she was so sure nobody in their right mind would with her worrying reputation as the prestigious school's Ursula. "He's..." Unintentionally, she pictured both Ryou and Hiro next to each other. Her ex-boyfriend Hiro with his long silver hair and cunning smile contrasting with Ryou, short dark hair and a straight face. Devone closed her eyes and smiled to herself before simply saying, "Different. I want to dress to impress."

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Character Portrait: Kei Watari Character Portrait: Rocco Murray Character Portrait: Mao Nozomi

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Aware that he was approaching her, Mao resolved to not give away that she had noticed. Pretending that she wasn't paying attention she continued her warmup as if the presence of the two boys was inconsequential to her. Under the surface, Kei and Rocco showing up did tear away a bit of her focus, but she had spent years working on her poker face. After taking up the identity 'Zen' she had to build her ability to lie and act cool or she would have been found out ages ago by her parents or the media as she has been asked about her opinion of the artist in interviews. Awkwaaard. Though no one seemed to be suspicious of her having a connection with the artist so she assumed she honed the skill well enough. As such, despite her slightly elevated heart rate and fatigue from her injury, Mao appeared to be as cool as a cucumber.

“Hey, not bad."

Hearing him, Mao looked to Rocco with a raised brow. She knew that she wasn’t 'good' either at this point. She had a lot of catching up to do if she wanted to keep up with the rest of the team. The whole reason she was practicing on a day off was to prevent herself from being deadweight during a real game. The last thing she wanted was to drag her team down, “Thanks...” she responded skeptically, not sure that she believed him. Mao wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover, thus she held a healthy level of skepticism toward nearly everyone she met. No one was exempt, not until she felt she had a proper read of them. She held a huge secret, she couldn’t trust just anyone, letting them close would potentially expose her nighttime activities and that could easily get her a criminal record, possibly earn her expulsion from Airdalen to preserve the school’s integrity, and if it made the news that she was Zen, the artist openly opposing her father’s political views... she would bring immeasurable shame to her family.

Instead of looking to see if Rocco’s shot made it, Mao did not avert her gaze. It would imply discomfort, looking away would make her appear to have a submissive nature and that was not the impression she intended to give. With one hand on her hip, she awaited the result of his cocky move, her own golden eyes sharp and unwavering, although she had to admit she was a little surprised by how quickly his personality shifted. This, people like him were the reason she refused to accept others at face value. Although she’d give him credit, he revealed this darker side of his personality rather openly, he wasn’t making a huge show of hiding it from her.

"I can't wait to see the rest of you."

However, her composure broke when his words left his lips, the echo of the basketball hitting the shiny gymnasium floor. Biting her bottom lip, at first Mao appeared nervous, but not even a second later it became apparent that she was fighting laughter. Her hand came to her stomach and she bent her torso over slightly, her short dark locks falling over her features, but not especially so as her hair was on the longer side of a pixie cut. Composing herself, Mao smirked this time, “The rest of me? That’s easier said than done.” She responded confidently. She wasn’t the type of girl to shy away from bold flirtation despite her inexperience. It only became difficult when she felt singled out, but his choice of words was more sexualizing than it was genuine. She could handle that. Despite her shitty luck with boys, the media had been sexualizing her for a little over a year. It was to be expected given she was the daughter of a politician and she had to learn to overlook it.

...Not to say she wasn’t a bit flustered, but she was raised in a body-positive home, Mao was confident in her appearance despite her lack of romantic experiences. With that, she motioned for his friend to get ready to keep score, and the game began. Mao gave it her all despite her injury, working even harder than she had on her own. She doubted she would best him, but that didn’t mean to half-ass it. W-Why am I suddenly getting hit on at this school?! I wasn't hit on by the boys at my other schools!







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ImageHaving lost the game with Rocco the day before Mao was in a bit of a mood when she woke up. When that happened she often ended up at the skate park, although today that wasn't the brightest of ideas given her road rash. It was pretty irritating, but Mao wasn’t a sore loser about Rocco besting her at basketball and she took the loss with grace. After the game she even offered her hand out for him to shake despite her reservations about him. It was just engraved in her muscle memory to show good sportsmanship due to her parents drilling it in over the years.

Just as she landed to take a break, Mao hissed a bit, sore as hell after pushing herself too far the day before in an attempt to at least put up a fight in her impromptu match against her teammate. So she wasn't thrilled when his buddy appeared before her. Mao was clad in a long sweater and baggy pants, both dark in color. She wore old tennis shoes as she was simply going to abuse whatever shoes she wore to skate in anyhow.

It's not like there was anyone in attendance that she felt the need to impress anyhow. She didn't plan to run into any of her fellow rich kids over the weekend... so what the hell was this one doing here? She noticed that he was carrying stuff, her head tilting curiously. Was he seriously spending his weekend on charity? Now you've got my attention, rich boy. Mao smirked to herself, looking him over. She could tell despite how much he tried to hide it. The high-quality fabric that his clothes were made of immediately gave him away to her trained eye. Despite their casual first impression, she was certain his outfit cost a hefty penny.

”Hey! We sort of met yesterday, well, you met my friend, Murray-san. I never really introduced myself. I am Watari, Kei. Nice to meet you. Do you come here a lot?”

Sitting her skateboard aside, Mao rubbed her shoulder very gently as she deliberated on his question. If she answered honestly, he might come around more... or he could tell his friend about it... but if she lied and they began bumping into each other regularly... ugh. Honesty is the best policy, right Dad? Mao thought to herself sarcastically before brushing her messy dark locks out of her eyes. Despite the chill, she'd worked up a light sweat, “Yeah, you could say that. I'm Nozomi, Mao. Nice to meet you, Watari-san. Officially, anyway." With that she began to walk toward the building across from the skate park. She doubted he would get the door open with everything he was carrying and he already recognized her. She was stuck with him for the time being, else she'd risk being rude and causing a scene in front of her skater friends, "I'll get the door for you." Mao mumbled softly, sighing afterward. It was her idea, but she wasn't the best when it came to openly expressing her kindness, she often came across as if everything she did for others was a huge pain in the ass and she couldn't be bothered.







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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Rhys Browning Character Portrait: Bishop Trander Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Fuyuki Hakuryu

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The explanation from Fuyuki was of no help, they lived two entirely different lifestyles. She was practically a princess and was treated as such, compared to her kouhai who was entirely just a commoner. Her explanation of maids dressing her was very strange to him and her show of hospitality was very kind but- also very strange and borderline inappropriate. When she relented, he sighed in relief keeping his knees to his chest to hide a certain inconvenience.

"Don't worry about that standing up." Bishop nearly jumped when he heard his senpai whisper in his ear and felt a pair of lips touch his cheek, opening his eyes to see that Fuyuki had stealthily closed the gap and leaned in to kiss him. Was this appropriate behavior for a senpai? Especially in her junior’s room!? “Eh?-ah!” The short flirtatious lick sent a jolt of electricity up his back and Bishop did in fact jump. "That's perfectly normal for a healthy boy." Her last comment was too much. Simply too much. The blonde flopped back as Fuyuki said good morning as if nothing had happened, placing a pillow over his head to try and hide. Teenage hormones having completely overtaken him, his young mind was spinning as wild as his blood pressure was. ”It’s not fair~!” He cried into his pillow, now alone in the room. What was he to do. He glanced to the side where his cupboard was, knowing what was inside and very thankful that his senpai hadn’t found it. No, it’d be too obvious and everyone would be waiting on him. That’d be even MORE embarrassing. He needed a cold shower.

Bishop stood up out of bed, feeling the cooler air from out under his sheets. He did sort of miss being close to Fuyuki, she was warm. With a grunt, he shook those ideas out of his head and grabbed the boxers he was brought and a change of clothes heading to the bathroom. He peaked outside of his room, suspecting that she (Fuyuki) might have been stalking outside of his door waiting for him, she was strange enough to do that sort of thing. He only heard the women talking downstairs and only feared the worst.

In truth, the women were all hoping for a longer ‘wake-up call’. They all very much liked Fuyuki and began to have pleasant conversation, asking more about her personal life and so on. They asked how he had been treating her at school, if Bishop was making any friends. His grandmother was pushy and asked Fuyuki to go upstairs and ‘make sure he’s alright’ to which his mother and aunt laughed, berated their mother and told their new favorite guest that she didn’t need to and it was best to leave the boy alone before he exploded. During all this Bishop took a quick very cold shower, coming out shivering and dried himself off. The tactic worked and he got dressed and came downstairs to the delight of everyone. <Oh man, they were talking about me weren’t they.> It was almost a dead giveaway seeing that his mother and aunt were giggling like school girls with Fuyuki. After he sat, breakfast was served. ”Ohayo~” He greeted and tried to play it all off. His mother and aunt had these tiny little smiles while they ate. ”So~! Fuyuki-chan, what are you and my son going to do this weekend? Spend lots of time together? Hmmmm~?” Her sister, Bishop’s aunt ate quietly but was listening intently. Bishop kept quiet and his head low, now that he thought about it he wasn’t sure if his senior had any plans this weekend. Lord knows he didn’t he was going to just try and swim at the school for a few hours. He still wasn’t over that Rhys kid being labeled captain, probably because he was cool or something.

Bishop would zone out thinking about that, this wasn’t the best week at school for him and he hadn’t really told his family about it. From his happenings with his former senpai (Arietta), the discovery of his long-lost friend Devone, who didn't seem at all happy to see him. Being snubbed with the swim team, not that he completely wanted to be captain necessarily. This overall feeling of being looked over and pushed aside to make room for everyone else. The status complex of Japanese school was proving to be difficult to adjust to. He'd glance to Fuyuki who was a shining example of that, she was in a place he'd never be.

When breakfast was nearly finished the phone began to ring and his mother excused herself to answer while his aunt gathered the dishes to wash up, leaving Bishop, Fuyuki and his grandmother who was idly reading the morning paper and sipping on some coffee.
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Character Portrait: Shiori Kitogawa Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto

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"If it isn't Miss Shorty pants."

Shorty pants? Is he referring to me? Shiori thought to herself, quirking a brow. Somewhat offended, Shiori delayed responding as she understood that his teasing words only stung because she knew them to be true. She was... very small in comparison to the majority of their classmates, but honestly, for a Japanese woman she was only just under average height. Both of her parents were Japanese and of shorter stature, "I am short for a girl by Airdalen standards, but if anything you're simply well above the national average while I am slightly below for a Japanese woman." She returned in a nonchalant tone, confident that she knew what she was talking about. Besides, she felt more in control taking her time and keeping her cool, she didn't have to stoop to his overly excitable level.

“Waiting for a date?"

That question made her entire form stiffen, As if!. The mere thought of being caught dead on a ‘date’ with her fellow senior... it earned a shiver. Her reputation with other classmates was bad enough, besides... his rule-breaking and womanizing ways were not something she would ever condone, let alone find attractive! This was business, she didn't have much choice in this matter, "Definitely not." She stated with a bit of venom, although her discomfort and apprehension was evident by her furrowed brows, telling a different story than Shiori wanted. It thwarted her attempt to appear calm and composed, but she wasn't aware of it.

Discerning that he did not seem to realize she was the one that called him to meet, Shiori stood, smoothing out her dress before speaking, “I was the one that called. I am your Kris Kringle." Leaving it at that a moment to let him process that it had not been a call from one of his paramours, Shiori tried to smooth out her ruffled feathers. She couldn't let him get under her skin too much.

"The reason I called is that I don’t know you well enough to buy you something that you’d enjoy on my own. Price is not an issue, so if there is anything you come across in the mall I will get it.” She spoke matter-of-factly. Her family was well known for their generosity and for holding charity events, she couldn’t afford to come across as stingy, even toward a classmate she would prefer to not take up her weekend, “We can do this quickly if you like, I doubt you want to spend your weekend like this or with me.” She added, but it was more because that was how she felt and less so a display of concern for the enjoyment of his weekend. As Shiori wasn’t accustomed to guys like Kazuki, her posture was quite reserved, her body language giving her anxiousness away. All of her was drawn in toward herself, making the already small girl appear even smaller, especially with her arms crossed over her chest.

With that said, Shiori began to leave the food court, only briefly glancing over her shoulder to see if Kazuki intended to cooperate, “Just let me know if you see anything you want.” She stated in a serious tone, doing her best to keep this about her responsibility and to leave no room for his antics. She was class president, hanging out with the school hellion on the weekend didn’t look right, nor did it feel right. They were from two entirely different worlds and while she promised herself she would be civil, or as civil as she could manage, she had no intention of getting to know him.

Even so, Shiori assumed if Kazuki didn’t have an opinion of her already, he would come to loathe her company soon enough as she was not the type of girl he was used to either. She had no intention of fawning over him, regardless of his good looks or 'bad boy' charm. She liked to believe she was above the artifice, immune. She always thought the girls that fell for guys like that were stupid. You can’t change someone no matter how hard you try... they have to want it... she thought to herself closing her eyes, her burnt hand still stinging, but she ignored it, simply flexing her fingers now and then as she explored the mall, hopefully with Kazuki still along for the ride. If not, she’d buy him something cliche and move on. She extended an olive branch, it was quite temporary as she intended to go back to avoiding him entirely, but abandoning that tactic for the moment seemed beneficial for both parties, at least if he wanted a gift he would actually like.

It was a shame that Shiori was so preoccupied with getting this entire ordeal over with, she didn't even notice the gorgeous Christmas decorations adorning the entire mall. Giant trees with what appeared to be highly expensive glass ornaments hanging from their branches, sparkling lights, and glittering garland. Mistletoe was strung up over several entryways, couples were everywhere, kissing, laughing, arms interlocked as they traversed the indoor winter wonderland the mall had become.

A girl on a mission, Shiori instead was focused on what to get her siblings, her parents, and... would it be inappropriate to get Rhys a present? He was her junior, that wouldn't be weird, right? Biting her bottom lip, Shiori noticed a stand in the center of the large open hall. Walking over to it she examined the phone cases, one catching her eyes. Looking through all the models it came in, Shiori snatched up the appropriate one before quickly paying.

After getting one gift out of the way, Shiori figured it was best to see if her unfortunate companion was still with her, "Well? Anything yet?" She asked, her recent purchase in a small cute gift bag in her hand as she inquired if Kazuki had seen anything he wanted her to buy him or if they needed to keep looking. She had no idea what his interests were outside of philandering with women. Does he even have other interests? Okay, maybe that was harsh, he has to have other interests... right? Now she couldn't help but wonder.

"Maybe it would go better if you tell me a bit about the things you like after all." Shiori added, doing her best to maintain an air of disinterest, but nonetheless she seemed to be going to great lengths to keep her physical distance from him as well as her emotional guards high. She had no intention of entertaining his mischief, doing everything in her power to avoid becoming one of his victims. Her only possible mistake was not keeping a better eye on the Christmas decorations. We don't fit in with this atmosphere. Neither of us is like these sickeningly in love people strolling by... We must look pretty odd to them. The thought hit her before she could dismiss it, suddenly feeling pretty insecure about what the people around them thought. She could practically see the wheels turning in the mind of the man running the stall, he was trying to figure out what their relationship was, "I-It isn't like that!" She assured the stallkeeper, shaking her head to firmly deny any connection to her classmate. She wanted this over, before anyone from school, anyone that mattered might see them together and get the wrong idea. Besides... she could still remember how angry he got with Devone, if he knew that she was the one that told Devone what Fuyuki did... she imagined things would get much worse between them.

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Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma Character Portrait: Hiro Oshiro

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"I made a reservation for 6PM sharp."
"Cancel it."
"I don't cancel plans... not even for you. Get dressed."
"Cancel it."
"You're insistent on this."
"I am."

Hiro turned around from the full length mirror to direct his attention to his girlfriend who was refusing to cooperate with his dinner plans. This was problematic but he did not act much concerned as it was not a regular occurrence. Perhaps it was a mood swing of some sort or that time of month. Usually, she was very cooperative and supportive of his agenda. 'Behind every great man, there's a great woman.' his father would often say while doting on his mother. But Hiro had heard another version, an alternative that was more along the lines of, 'Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.'

"Since when do you give orders to me? Get dressed." He reminded her of their roles and returned to facing the mirror to fix his collar, although able to view her figure and blood-colored glare in the background. She did not desist as she picked up the most fragile object from his desk, a shot glass and threw it to the wall on his right. He noted it was the first time she had thrown such a fit in his presence. However, he didn't flinch or turn around, continuing with his routine for the night out and slipped on a classic suit jacket. "That was my father's." He stared matter-of-factly, adjusting his sleeves and checking that the length settled comfortably around his wrists. "I know." From her response if it were truthful, it must mean she really wanted a go at him or sought such attention but it would prove to be a waste of time. He had plans. "Whatever it is that you're feeling, put it aside." He left the mirror to cross the room, sweeping aside the glass shards temporarily closer to the wall using the side of his shoe. When he was satisfied, he took steps towards the object of his affection and analysed every inch of her emotionally flawed being. "You're being emotional. Whoever upset you, that's what they want. They want to see you suffer. They want to make you weak. Don't fight with me and get dressed." He gazed into her eyes that were consumed with all this unnecessary emotion. It was for her own good that she toss it aside at the least, for tonight.

"What's wrong with you? I'm upset and you don't ask why? You don't even question it?" She was shorter than him and physically inept but her tongue hissed like a serpent and her eyes, her blood red eyes that he so adored were burning bright and spreading like fire.
"Feel something."
"Feel something!"
She banged on his chest making more demands. Hiro already reminded her that it was not her place to issue orders. He warned her but still she disobeyed. He would not have it. 'Revelation 3:19 Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline, so be zealous and repent.' He instantly made a move, grabbed her and pinned her to the wall with his own body. It was loud as he used his strength only holding back some and their shoes mixed with the glass underneath. His eyes never left hers but they did change, the amber sharper as they aligned and challenged her red to a duel. "I feel pity for you. Look at you in such a sorry state. You want to cry a river but you can't afford the tears. So, you resort to anger and you take it out on me whom is the closest to you. You want to push me away. Now, why would you want to do that? You need me." His voice was lower and breath heavier as he leaned in close, their foreheads touching. Although touch between partners is generally used for expression of affection, their relationship operated unconventionally where touch was also a tool and threat no matter how sweet it looked on the surface."Pity... that's all you feel." She mumbled under her breath as confirmation that she heard correctly. "You're upset but it's not me you're upset at. It's not about us." She was venting and he had not done her wrong so he was confident in his words. "Go and get dressed."

"It is now. We're through."

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Hiro slammed down on the brake pedal and swerved the car. He had been driving above the speed limit lost in his memories when a mindless pedestrian decided to freeze on the spot right in front of his oncoming vehicle. He had managed to stop the car but missed the person barely as they were positioned by the side window of his driver seat, still frozen stiff. A line of cars behind him hit each other as a result. He looked in his rear view mirror and could identify that one of the drivers was already taking initiative to report the road traffic accident. Hiro had no interest in spending the rest of his day speaking with police over such a trivial matter. His car was not damaged and he had not hit the pedestrian but he had been driving over the speed limit. His amber eyes turned to eye the pedestrian who had brought such trouble. A stranger, female of average height or slightly above, dark violet hair and green eyes... shining emeralds. She must have been crying.

Hiro's hand was ready to honk the car horn at her but stopped himself. He could hear the footsteps of one of the drivers involved in the accident from behind approaching and it would not look good. Hiro stepped out of the car, his long white jacket flowing behind him as a gust of wind picked up and sent his hair in disarray. He stood right in front of the female pedestrian then broke the comfort zone by stepping even closer to analyze what he was dealing with, what he was working with... "Excuse me. Oh, there was a pedestrian." The driver in his late 40s commented aloud, looking from Hiro to the girl then back again. "Yes. Appears not injured but I'm taking her." Hiro replied assertively, bending down to lift the girl off her feet and into his arms in a bridal carry. The driver stuttered with obvious disapproval but Hiro made his way for the car and his tone of voice was unkind, impatient, perhaps even intimidating as he had no desire to stay and this man was delaying. "If you care for this girl to have medical attention as soon as possible, open the car door and let me take her. Do not waste time." The male driver sighed but gave in, opening the passenger side door for Hiro to place her. "Alright but I will note your car plate if anything happens." The driver then left to talk with the other drivers. Hiro's hand reached for her seat belt and buckled it, then slid all the way up the top to check the tightness was not suffocating. In the process, the back of his hand had lightly brushed inappropriately over her chest area but he didn't react or say anything.

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He closed the door and resumed his place in the driver seat, next to his new passenger. There was more room for her at the back but he could keep a better eye on her if she was closer and beside him should she cause any more trouble. Beep His car was connected to his phone to keep him updated while driving. Once he stepped on the gas and voiced confirmation, the notifications poured. He did not expect any personal messages and his passenger might as well have been comatose with how frozen she was when he discovered her. She wasn't a threat and he was also in no rush to make conversation. Silence was comfortable to him no matter who he was with so long as he was in control of the situation. "Proceed."


Nakajuma, Asahi
(1) Missed call
(1) Voicemail message


Airdalen Academy
Oshiro, Hiro.
Welcome to Airdalen Academy. Please be informed that as per your successful enrolment and nearing the festive Christmas season, we have assigned you a Kris Kringle/ Secret Santa assignment that is due this coming Monday. Students are encouraged to be creative and generous in selecting a gift for their assigned fellow student as is the tradition and spirit of Christmas. As we are well aware of the last minute arrangement, we have attached a general file of the student you have been assigned to ease the process for you. We look forward to your attendance.

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Character Portrait: Kei Watari Character Portrait: Mao Nozomi

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The girl from school seemed to be deliberating over how to respond. He couldn’t blame her, no one liked to be ambushed by a random classmate on the weekend. Having no idea that it had very little to do with him, he could only spiral. What the hell was I thinking? I’m an idiot. This. This is why I don’t do stuff like this. Kei reminded himself, wincing, finding his choice to be nothing short of cringeworthy. Approaching her because he chickened out from interacting with her alongside Rocco the day before... did he really believe things would change after one pep talk? That he could forget how easy it was to lose one of them? That he’d lost the most important girl in his life chasing another that now totally hated his guts? And for what? What did he have to show for his past efforts? Nothing. He’d lost both of them. How stupid could he be? It didn’t matter how moving Rocco’s speech was, his trauma was too deep for him to move past overnight, even if it did serve to give him a brief sense of courage. Only enough to find himself in his current predicament it seemed. His false courage had evaporated all at once leaving him to fend for himself. How he'd survive to get out of it, well, he was on his own to figure that bit out.

Unfortunately for Kei, the girl’s face did not give much away either, but he figured that the awkward silence spoke volumes. At least that is what his oldest friends paranoia and anxiety had assured him. He’d made her uncomfortable or she was soon going to be laughing at his expense. If that wasn't bad enough, the box in his arms had become a bit heavy after holding it in one position for too long. Things were already embarrassing as it stood so Kei had no intention of making his aching arms known to her. He couldn’t, he was in the presence of a girl he would see around school. He didn’t want to be known as a creep and a weakling.

There was a ton of canned food in the box, so it wasn’t especially light, in his defense, but he wasn’t looking to make excuses. He only hoped that she wouldn’t be able to tell that he was losing feeling in his right arm and the left wasn’t far behind. He had this at least at surface value, right? He shifted the box ever so slightly, doing his best to be discreet as he tried to redistribute the weight without making it known to his classmate. Unsure of how many ‘cool’ points he’d lost, Kei felt he couldn’t afford to lose anymore.

“Yeah, you could say that. I'm Nozomi, Mao. Nice to meet you, Watari-san. Officially, anyway."

Well, now I know her name, but... what do we do now? I didn’t think this through beyond introducing myself. Fuuuck. Kei nearly groaned aloud, but he managed to keep his distress to himself, clipping off the temptation just in time. However, he wasn't completely in the clear as his facial expressions, unlike that of his classmate, gave everything he felt away. Kei was quite often a completely open book. Wishing to kick himself repeatedly for going out on a limb without proper preparations, Kei began chewing on the inside of his cheek. What should I say now? Umm... Think dumbass, think! What exactly he was trying to prove to himself by approaching this girl he didn’t really know, but it felt like a disaster. He should have pretended that he didn’t notice her, could have moved on without all this awkwardness he now felt, but no, for some reason after the chat with Rocco the day before he had the bright idea to work on his issues with girls, but he wasn’t entirely sure what came next in his rehabilitation after ‘introduce yourself to the girl from school’. He suddenly wondered if he was becoming the king of half-baked ideas. Was there a crown for that title or was it simply honorary? There should at least be a few perks to the title if he had to look like an idiot, some sort of compensation for his humiliation.

ImageFortunately for Kei, his panic was cut short, the girl began walking the way he planned to go. Following behind her with silent dread, Kei readied himself for some sort of ridicule. Surprisingly, it never came. In fact, she held the door so he could pass through without fumbling to do it himself, saving him from making himself look like an even bigger idiot. An appreciative smile crossed his lips, steel blue eyes locking on her for a moment before actually passing through the doorway, “Thanks, Nozomi-san.” Kei shot her an appreciative smile, albeit a small one. He couldn't get past his nerves, his paranoia, it felt like he was walking through a minefield. The worst part was, he could remember clearly how it felt to never worry about this sort of thing. He resented himself for letting himself feel this way, but he resented himself for a lot of things since her death. It seemed his primary emotion was regret, and it was utterly exhausting. It was no wonder that Kei was tired all of the time.

His relief was almost palpable, but he was left wondering if she was doing that to rush him along, a subtle means of escaping him sooner, or if she was genuinely helping him because he didn’t fuck the introduction up as bad as he’d thought. A pessimist at heart, Kei found it difficult to cling to hope with the latter. Heading inside and finally placing the box on the appropriate table, Kei was hesitant to look over his shoulder. If she was already gone, he had his answer. However, if she was still there, that was equally terrifying. That meant he had to think on his feet and say something else to her. Why didn’t he just stay in bed today? Ugh.

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The party was lively despite the days gradually growing colder, there were enough bonfires to keep everyone warm, and if not, the expensive booze certainly fooled everyone into thinking they were. No stranger to alcohol despite being underage she wasted no time in downing a few jello shots while saying hello to a few familiar faces. Despite moving straight into networking upon her arrival, Tsukiko kept her arm firmly hooked around the arm of her companion, Chase. It was true that the pink-haired idol was a lot of things, but one thing that she was not was shallow enough to forget her dear friend in the crowd.

Anyone else would likely have been a passing thought as soon as her peers from the music industry caught her eye. In her line of work, it was extremely important to network, even at functions such as the beach party. It came naturally to Tsukiko to work a room, but Chase was a valued friend, and he was high profile in his own right. Knowing that, Chase was still one of the few people in this world that she had no interest in using as a pawn to get a leg up in regards to her career. The thought may have crossed her mind when they first met, as she was a very fresh face to the celebrity scene, but as she got to know him all thoughts of using him to her advantage had vanished. He truly helped her through a really dark time, whether he was aware of just how much he changed her bleak worldview or not. She knew she was good at faking a smile, she'd spent a long time perfecting that art after all, but he also had an uncanny ability to see through such things. Not only that, he proved in the car that he could say extremely touching things effortlessly. Tsukiko wasn't sure where exactly they broke even in ability, but it kept her on her toes.

Just as she thought the two of them could tear away from her fellow pop idols for a peaceful moment to themselves, a Japanese pop idol grabbed her arm, a senior in the business, therefore her... senpai? I think that is correct... The older girl invited them to join a game that all of the older idols were playing. Tsukiko wasn’t interested but knew it was incredibly rude to decline an invitation from one's senior. The media always caught wind of such things, so with a sigh, Tsukiko smiled weakly to Chase, “Up to a game?” She slowly joined the circle, still loosely holding his hand as the Japanese idols made room for them. Had Tsukiko known what the game would be, she might have been less inclined to keep Chase by her side.

“The game is Suck and Blow, so I hardly believe I have to explain the rules,” the Japanese girl that invited them announced in English, then continued in Japanese, “Be careful not to drop the playing card as you pass it.” She winked to the group, demonstrating how it is done with a girl beside of her. Tsukiko’s eyes widened a bit, realizing that if she or Chase dropped the card it was very likely they would kiss. Accident or not, that thought brought her quite a bit of anxiety. They’d never kissed before. On the cheek? Plenty of times, Tsukiko and Chase were both highly affectionate people, especially when partying. Still, regardless of how wild their adventures got, they never crossed the boundary, not once! Their relationship had always been innocent.

Was this karma finally catching up with her? What were the odds that the game would involve potentially kissing the person beside of you after her confusion earlier that day? Tsukiko assured herself once again that she only saw Chase as a friend, that wires had simply crossed and it would pass, but knowing how close their faces would be, watching as people passed the card, she felt as nervous as she was the day she lost her virginity to Mikoto. Taking a sharp breath in as the card grew ever closer, Tsukiko felt as though every ounce of experience, every drop of her confidence had been expelled from her body. ...Why? What the hell was wrong with her? She couldn’t tell if she was feverish, after drinking it was futile to even try to guess. Still, she wasn’t the type to back down, she’d do this, she had to. Her reputation was on the line. Too many of her peers were playing. She was the youngest idol there. She couldn’t lose face and she refused to insult Chase in front of them. He was great, but gossip would not care for fact, the truth was irrelevant to these people. Truth... what exactly is the truth...? Tsukiko asked herself, unsure of her situation. Was she seriously starting to crush on Chase? As in... Chase, her best friend? Did this feel different because unlike the vast majority of the guys that she consorted with, Chase was genuinely a nice guy? Finally, it was their turn, Tsukiko accepting the card without issue from the guy before her, sucking it tightly to her lips as she turned her head to transfer it to Chase.

As honey eyes met gorgeous oceanic eyes, the normally confident girl felt her heart pounding at her ribcage, threatening to burst right through. Leaning in she tried to focus on the card, everyone in the circle fading away...

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Waking up with a start, Tsukiko could feel the cold sweat on her skin. The events from the night before having replayed in her dream. As her head was pounding like it was being continuously struck by a hammer, the idol quietly slipped out of her bed that Chase still occupied, rubbing her temples. What happened next? She couldn't even remember how they got home... Taking a drink from the glass on her nightstand she took the Tylenol beside it, smiling to herself. There was a second set prepared, and if she had to guess, Miyuki prepared them for the two Airdalen students. Putting her knuckles to her lips, Tsukiko was touched, nearly giggling at her uptight manager's display of kindness. She knew that he did not approve of the mischief that she got into, or that she let Chase spend the night, especially in her bed, but the fact that he extended his kindness to him regardless of his personal feelings warmed her heart. Just a big softie, eh Miyuki-sama?

ImageAs Chase was still asleep, Tsukiko slipped away to take a shower. Discarding her new swimsuit and tossing into the hamper, the hot water felt so amazing on her skin that Tsukiko softly hummed. Once she had run out of hot water, Tsukiko slipped out and into her clothes, putting on a long, satin nightgown. She located Chase's school shirt on her way out of her personal bathroom, smiling to herself before slipping it on over her gown. She could smell coffee brewing, aware that he was not particularly fond of the stuff... but she couldn't thrive without it. Tiptoeing out of her room she sought out the intoxicating smell until she almost bumped straight into Miyuki, "A-Ah, sorry Miyuki-sama." Tsukiko laughed, startled but glad that they managed to not spill from the tray in his hands. One tall glass of orange juice and a mug of coffee, "I love you." the idol blurted out to her manager. He was obviously taken aback, but the idol simply took her coffee from the tray before taking a long desperate drink, humming again as caffeine fired up her senses. She was unaware of how much she flustered her manager, placing her coffee back on the tray. Taking it off of his hands, she took it to her room, placing it on the nightstand before crawling back in the bed with Chase.

Unintentionally, she took a moment to just take in his peaceful, sleeping form. With the light trickling in from the curtains, he looked practically angelic. Color surfacing to her cheeks, Tsukiko shook her head banishing those unwelcome thoughts, the mischevious girl finally leaning in, but blew on his left ear rather than waking him by shaking him awake, where was the fun in that?

"Wake up~" she practically sang. Her hair was in a high, messy ponytail and his shirt unbuttoned over her nightgown, but she wasn't concerned about the state of her attire. Chase had always been one of the few people that had seen Tsukiko without a full face of makeup and wearing designer clothes. She didn't feel like she had to doll up in front of him, she always felt safe when he was around... and that was absolutely terrifying.








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