"You inviting me to an after school beatdown? Fun. Just don't get my hopes up and be a no show."
Scoffing at Rocco's words, Kaito didn't change his attitude at the mention of fighting. It wasn't something he had to put a lot of thought into. Even if he didn't deal the most damage, backing down from a fight was something Kaito had never done. He even had a few teeth knocked out, having them replaced with drill-in alternatives. So far his nose managed to fair better than he ever could have anticipated, but his father knew an excellent plastic surgeon if need be. Wealth opened a lot of doors. Speaking of fights, Kaito couldn't help but think back to his matches with one guy in particular. He once fought the same guy three different times. He only came out on top once, but he didn't care. Backing down gave them permission to give him an even harder time. It was accepting whatever treatment they chose to dish out. At least if he put up a fight, they knew that there would be some consequences to their actions. They wouldn't walk away without a scratch if he could help it, "I'll be there. I won't stand you up." Kaito teased him for his wording a little with his last sentence. It reminded him of a girl worried about being stood up for a date, so in his best faux sweet tone, he made sure Rocco knew he had no intention of not being there. Thankfully he was able to keep the urge to laugh at bay. He was proud of his self-control in that moment, because laughing would have only ruined the delivery.
"Paying keeps you in the school but doesn't keep you from repeating grade but hey, if you want to be stuck here then you do you dude."
Kaito kept a bored tone on his features and listened as Rocco said his piece, even if it did hit a nerve. Although he knew what Rocco said to be true, Kaito still smiled to himself after he walked away. He got what he wanted, after all, no one was bothering him about an assignment he didn't care about anymore. As for what Rocco said, Kaito really wasn't all too worried about what Rocco said, given he was born into wealth. If he needed to make money, he could just start acting like his father. With his father's name, it would be a piece of cake to get a role, he would just have to show some level of talent, the doors would already be open, no diplomas needed. Still, he wasn't advertising his relationship with the famous Japanese actor as his father chose to keep him sheltered from the media for as long as possible. It angered Kaito that his father thought it to be necessary at all. There wasn't a single thing the media could say about him that could reach him. Their words would never be able to faze him, only the opinions of his family mattered. Family was all that mattered, and that would never change. It was a concept that his father had drilled into his skull from the beginning, half of the reason he was taking this Akira situation so poorly. If his father truly believed that, why did he abandon her twice? She needed her father as a child, but she needed him again when she lost their mother. She was alone! How could he sleep at night? Kaito didn't realize how tightly he was gripping the back of his seat, but he could feel how taut his jaw had become.
He didn't notice Akira calling him over at first, but when he finally registered that she was telling him to come over he stood and made his way over to his sister. Once he was within appropriate distance, her hand squeezed his making him aware of his painfully pale knuckles, "You'll hurt your hand, Miyuu-kun." She smiled warmly, her belongings already gathered up. Kaito was surprised by this because the most common expression he achieved from Akira since he introduced himself was a look of irritation. Akira witnessed what happened, and also noticed that Kaito wasn't working with his partner, he didn't work on the assignment at all actually. She wasn't sure what his deal was, but as a class president, she felt compelled to try and fix it. There was also the fact that it was like seeing a version of herself, one that only disappeared not that long ago. All of that anger, she recognized it, not only because he shared her face, but that might have been a huge part of it, "Here is Watari's email. Submit a few of your own ideas and I will explain the rest to him. It would be disappointing if we don't do our best to succeed as a class, wouldn't it?" Akira added, speaking in her usual friendly manner. It was difficult, his entire existence spooked her. It was unreal that someone could look this much like her, and she knew that they were related but she didn't have the courage to ask about it. She didn't want to know the answer, part of her knew she wasn't ready, that she wouldn't be able to handle it.
A wry smile was all Kaito could muster up, removing his hand from hers, "I'll think about it." He replied, pocketing Kei's information. He didn't like him either, possibly less than his own partner. He knew Akira wasn't aware of that, but it still left a sour expression on his face. As he received a text from his father about his acting lessons, Kaito took a step back, "I have to get going, I have lessons." He explained to Akira before excusing himself. He ended up walking down the hall not really paying attention to who was around and who wasn't. It had been a long day and for him, it was far from over. He just needed to get out of this damned school.
Intellect: +1 to Kaito