Looking at Yuuki was all Akira could do when Rocco mentioned 'class president material'. When Akira thought of a class president, someone like Yuuki came to mind. The junior girl was academic and composed more often than not, she was suited for the role. While she wasn't the easiest person to get along with, Yuuki was undeniably efficient. Akira knew that she wasn't, she had no idea what she was doing and really no solid clue as to what was expected of her. As far as Akira was concerned, Rocco's statement attested to how he didn't know enough about her yet. Nothing about Akira was 'class president material'. In Britain, she was the exact opposite. A class president wouldn't have gotten into the mess she found herself in with Luca back then. She preferred to slack off when possible, and if she had a choice, she would have been outside playing basketball all day, not bottled up in a classroom writing down concepts for this project. If it were up to her, she wouldn't be listening to how Rocco and her lookalike were likely fingerbreadths, one snide remark, one wrong move away from brewing chaos. It would be up to her and Yuuki to break it up. Akira still had a fading bruise from doing just that in the gymnasium, but if she had to, it was at least something she had already done once. It wasn't a solo effort, but she learned from her mistake. She wasn't going to be caught off guard like that twice. It was a rookie mistake, but it had been quite some time, she had forgotten how heedless people could be when tempers flared. That was her error and she had to own it, I'm not that kind of person! I'm not a narc. I'm not a tattletale. I don't have some kind of teacher's pet stick up my arse! Akira asserted to herself, shaking the thought away.
"I'll pass on the sausage fest."
Almost choking as he described it, Akira cleared her throat with a light blush dusting her cheeks. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him and it would only serve to amuse her. At least the bulk of the students at this school fell for her deception. Only one person knew, and so far it seemed it was going to stay that way. As crude as his response was, it was reassuring that she wasn't going to have to explain things just yet to everyone, that her status at this school wasn't going to be revoked just yet. Well, he assumed it himself, so this one isn't on me. Akira told herself, if only to ease her conscious a little. She also found it to be a little odd that he was striving to get paired with girls when he already had a girlfriend. Are they not exclusive? Did I misread the situation..? Akira thought to herself thoroughly confused now. He seemed to get a bit jealous at lunch, but now he was looking for the company of other girls..? Did that mean he didn't care if she spent time with Kaori-chan afterall? It seemed like she would be a fun person to get to know, so if it was like that, she could ask her to hang outside of school, right? Akira's inner feminist was determined to not treat Kaori any differently just because Rocco tried to intimidate her, but at the same time she knew it could bring unnecessary conflict to her school life if he truly was the jealous type. I guess it is up to Kaori in the end.. Akira thought to herself as her eyes returned to Yuuki and Kaori working hard on the project, Kawaii~!!
"Cool. Thanks for the permission, Azarashi."
Permission? It was more or less just a suggestion, but she didn't really mind and just responded with a thumbs up with her right hand as she was holding her pen with her left. Whether or not they were allowed to extend their groups so long as the same amount of work was put in, Akira didn't know, but she really didn't care either. If the teachers were spread this thin, it wasn't her fault if she didn't know how to keep the class in line on her first week of high school. It wasn't like there was a manual on how to handle this stuff. She was figuring this out as she went along.
Thankfully it wasn't long before her partner approached, a relieved smile forming on Akira's features. It seemed that classes were a bit unhinged after the fire, but she didn't expect anything less. It was scary, everyone had a right to be a little frazzled. Realizing that even school could be unsafe at times was a hard pill to swallow, and it was probably something the wealthier kids at this school had never considered before, at least that's what Akira assumed. She didn't hold the rich with very high regard as the only wealthy person in her life abandoned her. It left a sore spot in her heart and gave her a strong bias. Deep down she understood her generalization wasn't fair, but at the same time, she couldn't bring herself to care. Accepting that not all rich people were assholes would mean facing her father was simply an asshole that chose his career instead of his daughter. Her eyes scanned Chase for a moment, but she neatly wound her earbuds around her phone, putting them in her pocket for safe keeping. It seemed it was time to give school work her full attention.
"Ah, Blake-san. It's good to see you again. How was your lunch?"
"Good! I spent it with... friends. How was yours?" At first Akira hesitated, but she finally settled on an identifier and returned the question with interest. It was too early to tell. To be honest, Akira wasn't sure if she would call Kei, Rocco, and Kaori her friends just yet, but she didn't hold ill will toward them either, so it was the easier answer. If not friends, what would she call them? Acquaintances? That sounded too formal. It wasn't a business lunch. If she changed her mind no one would notice, she didn't name anyone in particular.
"May I?"
Glancing between the open seat and Chase, Akira nodded, gesturing to the seat, "Yeah, absolutely. It would be tough to work on the project together if you had to stand all day." Akira responded, about to ask him if he had anything in mind for the assignment but she noticed that something was amiss. His book was held incorrectly, and he was looking over at a girl in the class with tanned skin (Mao). Akira couldn't really blame him. Her look was exotic, especially in a country where the norm for beauty was pale skin. She saw numerous commercials and products in stores meant to 'lighten' one's skin. Akira did her best not to dispute Asian cultures, but essentially bleaching one's skin seemed a little excessive to her. Biting her bottom lip, Akira managed to keep herself from grinning. So many potential romances and it's only been a week~ Akira mentally sang, her mood lifting a little. It wouldn't be long before the halls were filled with a different kind of drama: relationships. It was an inevitability. Getting so many teenagers together was begging for hearts to get broken. At least it wasn't going to be a big deal for Akira. In the past she never experienced more than a fleeting crush here and there, she never really fell too hard for anyone, so she didn't really get the 'pain' of a first love just yet, and she didn't really expect to while disguised as a boy. It would be pure masochism to fall for someone like this. Well, at least Chase and his mystery girl would look good together.
Placing her paper of notes on his desk, Akira waited for Chase's attention to come back to their homework before making any comments, "Well...this is about words and phrases that are useful for tourists so ideas should be in no short supply..." Akira noted as neither of their surnames were of Japanese origins. 'Blake' nor 'Kaufman' were not local names and if she was correct, she felt they had an edge in at least one aspect of the lesson. It meant they formerly had the same experience as a tourist, "We'll have to be careful to not make mistakes when it comes to writing the translations though." Akira's written Japanese had a long way to go before it could be considered passable. She was still learning, struggling with the concept of it as it was nothing like writing in English. The downside to being foreign was that Japanese writing looked like indecipherable scribbles if you didn't take learning to read and write it seriously. A loud noise made her nearly jump out of her seat, looking around for the source when she realized Rocco had effectively removed Kaito from his seat where he had previously been taking a nap. Akira smacked her palm against her face, unsure if she wanted to watch what came next. It was none of her business really unless they started to throw fists. Until then, she wasn't going to interfere, because if the class presidents intervened every little incident, they'd never get their own school work done, "Boys are so immature..." Akira sighed to herself under her breath, tensing a bit when she noticed that she actually said that out loud. Well, at least she said it quietly. If Chase was still distracted by the other girl or the horseplay, he probably wouldn't have noticed.
Intellect: +1 to Akira
Notoriety: +1 to Rocco
Popularity: +1 to Mao, Chase
Notoriety: +1 to Rocco
Popularity: +1 to Mao, Chase