Johnny “Jay” Farelli
The American giant did not have any club obligations on Friday, which made it a perfect day for Johnny Farelli to begin his new part-time job. Today had been a pretty hectic day, which left the foreigner clenching his jaw in a somewhat grim apprehension. After all, he still had to deal with certain consequences. While he performed as well as he could in class, he couldn't help but dread the implications of Gen-chan not returning during lunch.
Was the word he had asked about such a taboo that she'd hate him now? What could the word possibly mean? Why did Fuyu-chan introduce the word in the first place? Was Fuyu-chan some sort of cunning tease? The foreigner didn't know for sure. Looks can be deceiving; he was living proof of that. However, he couldn't confirm such a thought until a pattern showed up. All he knew was that he felt his stomach turn every time he recalled that petrified look on Gen-chan's face, and the sound of the clip board hitting the stone-covered ground of the park, where Inryoku had been stationed temporarily.
Despite his reservations and anxiety, he wasn't about to fail at the advice he just gave his partner, Bishop. Near the end of class, Johnny held an at-worst neutral expression while working. When Johnny and Bishop had only just completed their cards, the bell rang. With a rubber band holding the flash cards together, the tall American stepped to the front and slipped the bundle into the teacher's inbox. As he did, he heard the familiar bells of Fuyu-chan. The senior had come to pick up Bishop, it seemed. This was only confirmed when she spoke directly to Johnny.
Without really thinking, he nodded and flashed a thumbs-up. "Don't let me keep him!" He joked with a grin. In truth, he really wanted to have Fuyu-chan explain what "oppai" meant. When he thought of it, he felt his lungs tighten, like phantom hands squeezed them. He couldn't just ask that in front of the classroom. With Gen-chan's reaction, who knows what everyone else would say and do? He bit his tongue behind closed lips, hiding his intentions under the quip. Instead, he decided to take his leave first. Before heading out the door. He waved to Bishop, "Keep your chin up, Bishop. See you later!" He smiled naturally enough, but Fuyu-chan's presence simply reminded him of the whole "oppai fiasco". Hide the anxiety. Be tough. Keep your chin up, he reminded himself as he headed out the door.
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The school-provided textbooks were stored surprisingly neatly alongside the ukulele case. At the top of the locker, Johnny's small gym bag hung on a hook, containing his gym outfit. The foreigner slapped his cheeks as he stared into his locker. After the initial sting, the foreigner rubbed his cheeks to try to clear his mind. It was depressing thoughts like this "oppai" anxiety that brought her to the forefront. The foreigner couldn't afford such a distraction in a foreign country, though it seemed that distractions find him anyway. This school, after all, seemed unusual and alien to him.
After a long period of consideration, Johnny carefully shut and locked up the stuff he wouldn't need to bring home. It doesn't matter now. his thoughts jumbled the words together, I did help someone at least. It was enough to get him to smile and wave to others who greeted the tall foreigner. He even came across those art students who had used his well-toned body as a reference. "Words can hurt, but words can heal too," he recalled the words from his best friend. Avery always knew how to diffuse a situation. Although there were some situations words couldn't resolve, and Johnny was the backup plan. Johnny chuckled at the bittersweet memory as he moved.
Time seemed to speed on by when the foreigner was heading through the corridors, milling through waves of students heading to their respective clubs or rendezvous points for Friday night hangouts. The American didn't have such luxuries today. He had the first day of his job to worry about. He pondered if the Smith would be able to help him with figuring out a Kris Kringle gift.
Outside, the ground was cleared up from fallen cherry blossoms, and the faintest traces of smoke from the fire lingered high in the sky. The building that had been affected was taped off while construction workers moved briskly about, moving materials, tools, and in some cases, coffee. The foreigner couldn't help but be impressed at how quickly the school organized so many workers. Was it all on stand-by? Just how well-funded was this school? The foreigner could hardly believe it. Having come from the ghetto, the mere idea of "Top funding" seemed almost alien to him. His previous school in particular was... notorious... partly because of its meager funding. It made Avery and the Boyz seem like diamonds in the rough, though the old teachers didn't much care for their music and tendency to get into trouble.
"Welp..." The foreigner turned away from the sight of repairs and renovations and started heading for the main gate. As he spoke to himself, he straightened himself with a summoned determination. The sheer height of the American was noticeable from across the campus. "I'm gonna get to the forge and work, and figure something out," He vowed to himself in a low voice, "And nothing will come out of the blue and stop me."
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Intellect +1 to Johnny
Notoriety +1 to Fuyuki (Had to think hard on this one, lol)