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Kazuki Miyamoto

"Here's the deal, try to keep up. Because, there's no way I'm slowing down for you pal." (stat)

0 · 6,141 views · located in Airdalen Academy

a character in “No-Go AA+”, as played by Pandora's Melancholy

Description



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β––||STATUS
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❣| the hellion ........VOICE........xx....❣| "i won't let you get away, bang."
❣| kaz or j β––|.....||.ETHNICITY...||xx❣| japanese
❣| tsukino xx...||||||BIRTHPLACE.....❣| tokyo, japan
❣| eighteen xx.||||||BIRTHDATE.......❣| june 6
❣| malexxx}...x...|.
❣| single
❣| student and novelist
❣| senior high school
❣| kaori himewari
❣| #aa6600
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Imageβ™  I CAN MAKE IT NICE AND EASY I'MA TAKE THE LEAD
they ain't even looking at you, baby they looking at me .Image☣

Kazuki is quite easy on the eyes and because of that, he stands out no matter where he is or what scenario he gets involved in. Why is that? Let's start with his unorthodox hairstyle that is effortlessly messy with an odd color where most is black with the occasional blonde streaks popping out in chaotic formation. No one knows what his true hair color really is, because it looks so natural. Did he dye his hair black? Did he put blonde highlights? The question is never answered. Then, there are his eyes reminiscent of a cat that radiates mystery, danger, and allure with its golden color that appears to glow. Many said that they cannot help but be captivated when under its gaze. These features' effects are tripled because he is remarkably handsome overall. His face structure is chiseled with fine features and strong cheekbones. His body is delectably ripped with strong muscles making it tough, never soft. It also adds that he's not an average stock of Japanese men when it comes to height. He stands at 6'2".

The natural traits are further enhanced by Kazuki's confidence and laidback fashion sense. He is not meticulous for he is a slacker. That shows in how he dresses, a missing button, crumpled pants, missing jacket, loose clothes, and the likes. He prefers comfort and is not the kind to worry about how he looks because he knows well he still looks so damn sexy even then. It seemed he won the roulette when good genes were being given as a prize and he knows it with a devilish smile.


Image β™  I'M THE BAD GUY, DUH
i'm only good at bein' bad, bad .Image☣

Kazuki is the epitome of a delinquent. There is no other way to label him. He drinks, smokes, brawls, and womanizes without limits or fear. He does whatever he wants and to hell with the consequences. That is why it is not terrible to assume that his morality is a bit skewed. Moreover, he harasses, bullies, and tricks people for the fun of it. So, it is no wonder his actions consistently put him in a bad spotlight. It isn't intentional though. This kind of mindset is due to his cavalier personality which normally does not sit well with authority figures and do-gooders. Actually, he thinks that these types of people are cowards and stupid.

That is when that kind of conflict happens, Kazuki finds hilarity and then relishes in its disregard. It certainly matches his other traits of being rowdy, brash, rude, and outright rebellious. So, it is not surprising that he is seen as selfish, obnoxious especially with his high-to-the-sky confidence, but that's just how he is. Listening to people all the time will only get him nowhere and since he has his own mind, it is better to use it than have other people make him a puppet. After all, there is no fun in that and life is far too short in his opinion to cage himself inside a small box.

Kazuki doesn't brood or gets disturbed about what he considers things he has no control over. So instead, he recklessly handles it enjoyably. Additionally, he never runs out of tricks and is not bothered by any retorts snapped his way whenever one finds his jokes going too far, insincere, or annoying. He takes it with a shrug and continues to be persistent in having his fun. Unfortunately, it is considered his redeeming trait often used in terrible situations, prompting his admission that he is sadistic from time to time.

One might say that this is a mark of being irresponsible and Kazuki certainly acts that way. But believe it or not, he is a responsible person. He never runs away from the consequences of his actions. It does not mean he will not groan about it which is more of airing out the circumstances than dislike or arrogance. He just doesn't like keeping much of his thoughts to himself and tends to speak it out, though it may appear random with a sense of tactlessness. Well, he's not a poet and doesn't filter his words that explain it. But, he makes certain that his outbursts fit the situation and person in front of him. Confusing isn't it? Well, he still has some consideration left in his bones.

After all, Kazuki doesn't like complicated things even though most of his relationships are complicated, especially with women. He has a policy of no attachments and never settling down with anyone. It does get problematic when women get clingy just because of a one-time deal. Then again, there's nothing too tough to ruffle his feathers as he simply does not take anything happening around him too seriously. He also doesn't hide behind anyone and would face his problems or fight head-on with a smirk on his face. One would wonder if he has some kind of death wish or just likes the idea of always being on the edge of danger. It could be both or not when it comes to him, but mainly he just lives the way he wants, and also life is supposed to be exciting, dangerous, and fun and that's how he is.



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Image β™  MY MOTHER, SHE TOLD ME
don't get in trouble .Image☣

Strengths; Weaknesses;
✦ Alley RatNearsighted✦
"When you go hood, you never come back.""Come close, so I can see where I can bite."
✦ BrawlerVehicles✦
"I do need to punch someone's light once in a while.""Walking is cheaper."
✦ ParkourOwls✦
"Buildings? They don't exist.""What the hell are those beady eyes?!"
✦ SoberADHD✦
"If you drown, better be in alcohol.""Ah.. Next."
✦ Sexual GuruHousework✦
"Will you satisfy me?""Just call a maid."
✦ Computer EXTemper✦
"Just google it.""Drop dead."
✦ SafecrackerFuyuki✦
"Locks are meant to be opened.""I just can't let her go."


Image β™  MY FATHER, HE TOLD ME
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Secrets; Hobbies;
✦ Rich KidSex✦
"Not my fault I have a trust fund.""It is the best exercise."
✦ Erotic NovelistRoaming✦
"You did say I have to put my best in writing.""Moving is better than staying."
✦ OrphanCigarettes and Drinks✦
"Everyone is bound to be alone.""My heaven and sea as they say."


Image β™  I'M CRAZY, I'M CRAZY. I'M CRAZY, I'M CRAZY, I'M CRAZY
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted .Image☣

γ€ŒIMPORTANT STAT」
Athleticism | "You need strength to do what I want."

γ€ŒDESIRABLE STAT」
Charm | "It makes things a whole lot easier."

γ€ŒCURRENT STAT」
Intellectγ€Œ 10 」
Athleticism γ€Œ 10 」
Charm γ€Œ 20 」
Popularity γ€Œ 33 」
Notoriety γ€Œ 22 」



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Image β™  AS I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH
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γ€ŒBIOGRAPHY」
Kazuki was born to Shinjiro and Megumi Miyamoto. His parents were very happy to have him and they raised their son with much love and devotion. They were wonderful parents and no one can deny that as they saw how they dote on their son. For the first five years of his life, he was blissfully contented and spoiled. His every need addressed promptly. It was no issue as his father is a big-time contractor while his mother ran a successful law firm.

But, the rest of Kazuki's growing-up years had to be spent without his parents. They died during their London trip where their car's brake malfunctioned and they fell from the cliff. His parents were able to shield him to the best of their abilities. As a result, he only suffered cuts and bruises. Help did come but it was too late for his parents. He on the other hand was suddenly left all alone in a foreign country. No one knew how much trauma he endured but eventually, he was aided by his mother's assistant who brought him back to Japan.

Kazuki was now an orphan and his known closest relatives have all passed away or location unknown. He was still a minor and would need a guardian to take care of him. Money was not an issue as his parents had a trust fun made for him. They probably did it to ensure that upon their untimely demise, he will still be able to take care of himself. Its amount is enough for him to be able to live comfortably for a long time. For the next 6 years, he was taken under the care of his father's best friend who was also his father's business associate.

Actually, Kazuki was living on his own and his so-called guardian only visited him from time to time to see if he was still alive or if there's a meeting at school or something to be attended. He doesn't have any ill will towards the man who also has his own family to take care of. He was simply an additional obligation. After 3 years, a relative was finally identified. It was his mother's cousin who is his uncle. He was then formally turned over to his uncle who turned out to be a Math teacher at Airdalen Academy.

It was then Kazuki was enrolled at the exclusive school, though, he still lives on his own. But, it's rather different now as his uncle is quite the busybody and nagger who is always on his case. It's also the reason he was employed at the ridiculous Junior-Senior Program because of his uncle. But, it is not really that bad if he would honestly say what he feels. He likes the thought of somebody who really cares for him even if it gets annoying at times. It's just like a family similar to the thing he lost long ago.


So begins...

Kazuki Miyamoto's Story

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Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto Character Portrait: Cassiopeia Argyris
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Kazuki and Cassiopeia


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Aside from the literal eye-catching (they entered lightly drenched and Kazuki, shirtless) entrance which was all choreographed, whether purposely or impulsively, by Kazuki, the lunch was going well from what Cassiopeia could tell. She was led to a quaint restaurant with a Grecian cuisine that reminded her of home. Anyways, she already returned to Kazuki his shirt, because she worried for the other diners, especially the females who seemed to be having a bout with high blood pressure. As for Kazuki, he was doing in his power to flirt with that bastard's (Aeon) princess. It wasn't really hard as Cassiopeia had always been a beautiful specimen.

The only problem? The girl was either truly naive or cunningly good with ignoring his advances. He reached for her hand and she responded in the same way, but the whole vibe was like 'BESTEST FRIEND'. That was a failure. Next, he sat closer to her and wiped away some bread crumbs from her lips and traced it. She smiled at him and thanked him. It didn't stop at that, she even went to spoon-feed him. That would have been romantic if she wasn't exuding that aura, that she was the mother hen and he was the baby chick. Another dud. Then, he even whispered suggestive words to her ear. That managed to make her blush, but then she giggled after a moment since his breath was tickling her.

Right now, he was rather annoyed, and he could imagine that jerkazoid's (Aeon) face laughing at him already. That's probably why that guy was so smooth in letting him accompany Cassiopeia. This really makes him tick. "Kazuki-kun? Are you not feeling well?" Big blue eyes were looking at him with concern. She was even in his face and noticed that somehow, she's warmer than most. "Hmm, worried about me, Cassi-chan?" He has that devious smile on his face and shorten the distance of their faces more. "If you really are, won't you give me a kiss?" The people who were able to hear their exchange blushed at the tone of his seductive and suggestive wordings. "I'll be better in no time!"

Cassiopeia blinked her eyes for a couple of times and then answered with a giggle. It was unadulterated and clearly that of entertainment. It had a good tone that much he would admit and it's why he wasn't that annoyed in hearing her laughter. "You're really a funny guy, Kazuki-kun." She settled herself back to her seat and smiled kindly. "But, you should only kiss the one you really love." Kazuki raised an eyebrow at this and shrugged his shoulders matched with his carefree smirk. "Hmm, that's an interesting thought." He leaned on his chair. "Well, I have kissed a lot of people." He tapped his lips. "That means, I love them right?" He then delivered a playful wink.

"You have a big heart, Kazuki-kun." There's no judgment on her face only understanding. "I wish I could love like you do." Kazuki shook his head and was about to retort when he saw Cassiopeia swaying and without a second for him to react. She fell to the floor surprising the others present. Clio quickly responded loudly. "CLIO EMERGENCY! CALLING, EMERGENCY!" But, Kazuki froze as reality and the distant past collided. His golden eyes widened and reflected desperation as he reached towards Cassiopeia and pulled her into his arms. She was burning and her breathing was labored. "Oi! Oi! Hang in there!" He looked at the manager and waiters approaching them. "Call for help!" Cassiopeia was barely conscious as she looked at Kazuki's worried face. "I'm s--o sor--ry, Kazu-ki--ku-n..." Kazuki pulled her closer. "Just rest okay?" He lifted her in his arms as she closed her eyes. "A-e-on..." And, she was out while Kazuki cursed under his breath while Clio jumped in panic, repeating its words. He rushed to the entrance only to see chilling gray blue eyes looking back at him.


Popularity + 1 (Cassiopeia)
Charm + 1 (Kazuki)
A collaboration between Pandora's Melancholy and Butterfly Princess

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Character Portrait: Aeon Shirokami Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto Character Portrait: Cassiopeia Argyris
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Aeon and Kazuki


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Blood... There was a good amount of it on the ground as it was now being washed away by the rain as it fell upon the figure of two individuals facing each other.

EARLIER

β€œIdiot.” That was the resounding greeting Aeon had towards Kazuki before taking Cassiopeia away from her lunch date’s arms. His facial expression held no emotions, but his tone delivered an icy edge even those grey blue eyes matched it dangerously. He outwardly appeared pristine and still, but those observations were enough to know that Aeon was not platonic. In any case, he secured the unconscious Cassiopeia in his arms and turned his back from Kazuki with Clio trailing behind its mistress.

At this point, Kazuki woke from his shock because of Aeon’s appearance and finally seeing the Ice Bastard’s (Aeon) seething rage. This was the first time for him. He had always seen the guy’s irritation and coldness by ignoring him outright. But comparing it to now, this was far different. It was like facing a ravenous bear head on. Anyway, he called out. β€œOi!” Then, he grabbed hold of Aeon’s shoulder. It was then sirens echoed and soon an ambulance stopped in front of them where the EMTs immediately approached them.

Aeon laid Cassiopeia on the stretcher before addressing one of the EMT. β€œHakaze-sensei is waiting for her.” The EMT acknowledged that and asked if he and Kazuki were going to go with them. Kazuki was about to answer but before he could. β€œNo.” Aeon’s stern tone left no room for questions. The EMTs looked at each other and left quickly with Cassiopeia and Clio in tow. β€œThe hell is wrong with you! Someone needs to make sure she’s going to be fine!” Kazuki's grip on the shoulder got stronger, but it didn’t bother Aeon. Instead, he reached for that hand and held it in a deathlike grip. Then, he threw Kazuki over his shoulder without warning.

Kazuki reacted quickly and twisted his body and landed on his feet and hands. But, he was surprised of that action as he was thrown in the middle of the street. Good thing, there were no cars driving by. β€œDo not touch me.” Aeon’s voice cut out like a knife, it was flat and low yet filled with sharpness. People gathered because of that scene, passers-by and the customers of the restaurant to look at them. β€œWhat’s your problem!?” He yelled as he walked towards Aeon, removing himself from the road and was back on the sidewalk. β€œIf you care about her, we--” But before anything else could be said, a punch was thrown as Kazuki reeled back from the force as he grabbed hold to a nearby side fence.

The people who saw gasped and even made noises of surprise. It seemed that this day was filled with surprises as his golden eyes now hazed with annoyance gazed back at Aeon standing over him. The guy was pristine even with wearing that stupid-looking traditional uniform, but those eyes looked down at him with simmering embers of rage. It was like the punch never happened. He had many times been in situations where this Ice Bastard always intervened and interfered with him. But, the guy would never blatantly punch him or dirty his hands of sorts directly as if he was not worth it. He really hates this Ice Bastard (Aeon) a lot.

CURRENT

β€œHeh…” Kazuki couldn’t help but sardonically snicker. It seemed that the so-called School Idol is not as holier-than-thou like everyone thought. He properly stood and spit out some blood that was a result of Aeon’s punch. β€œLet me guess.” He started as he stretched his neck sideways. β€œYou’re blaming me for what happened with Cassi-chan, aight?” He shook his head. β€œOkay, suit yourself. After all, you’re probably just placing it on me, when you’re the one at fault.” Once that was said, Aeon threw another punch, but this time Kazuki caught it and threw a counter with his other hand. β€œOr is this jealousy?” His punch didn’t connect as it was also caught by Aeon whose eyes regained its vacant look again. Kazuki smirked at this as he delivered a knee to Aeon's chin. β€œYou started this let's end it.” Just like that, the streets got rowdy and a word of a fight echoed through the area.


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Character Portrait: Aeon Shirokami Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto
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Deep within Aeon’s mind, he was quite upset on various matters. One of them would be this on spur-of-the-moment physical altercation in which he had just blocked an incoming knee hit with his hands by crossing them in front of him which released Miyamoto from his grasp. This also resulted him being propelled backwards from the sheer force making him take a few steps back. He would admit that the infamous Hellion of Airdalen does indeed have proficiency to be declared as a fighter in the loosest sense. It also meant that the stories and rumors about him have a sense of truth. Nevertheless, this kind of thing was something he had not wish to involve himself in. It was troublesome.

The people around them were gathering more and despite the gloomy weather this did not abate the curious onlookers. This was another cause of his irritation. He does not like being around a lot of people especially if it does not involve work. β€œDon’t tell me, you’re backing out now snow boy.” The main contributor to his ire however, was the man known as Kazuki Miyamoto who has a large condescending grin on his face. He did not justify that statement with any answer and frankly speaking, he does have far important matters to attend. His time had already been wasted enough. That is why his face remained a vision of still calm before turning his back from Miyamoto.

β€œTch.” At this point, Kazuki was getting riled up to great lengths. The guy just pisses him off even more without talking. It was like Aeon was above everyone or something. That just irritates him to no ends. And so, he really didn’t think much as he lunged towards the snow bastard (Aeon) who only managed to look over his shoulder and braced for the impact. The two of them toppled to the ground where he was now on top of the so-called School Idol. At this progression, the crowd was treated to another entertaining scene. Some of them shouted in panic even asking for proper interference. The others were actually squealing in delight, because basically, there were two aesthetically appealing boys, all wet from the rain, all over each other. In addition, Aeon’s visage was rather sexually appealing as he lay there, flat on his back with his kyΕ«dō-gi in a dishevel, showing those broad yet muscular shoulders of his to the public.

Somehow, Kazuki was expecting for Aeon’s face to distort or show blatant irritation. That would be some triumph for him, but what welcomed his eyes was the same blank face as always. Those grey blue eyes earlier held such cold resentment which made him recoil for a bit. Now, they were so empty. β€œYou shit-face!” With that declaration, he delivered another punch to Aeon who defended himself by making a block with his arms. The punches continued as it grew fiercer each time it made contact. The people were now alarmed as they tried to stop Kazuki as it was clear that Aeon was not throwing any retaliation of sorts. This was ineffective as the Hellion would give them that deathly glare of molten gold. It was like facing a wild tiger ready to devour anyone that blocks its way. Unwillingly, they steered clear.

β€œYou think you’re better than anyone?!” Kazuki was furious as he continued his assault. β€œThink again! You’re nothing! I have enough of your high and mighty attitude!” It was well-known that Miyamoto and Belrose do not get along well. They were oil and water, never to mix. β€œYou’re just dirt! You can’t do anything on your own!” Despite such obvious dislike to each other, the two never crossed blows until now. β€œWhen it matters, you can’t do anything! Useless!” It was only then when Aeon finally reacted once more by delivering a blow of his own to Kazuki’s chin. This made Kazuki reeled back and was finally off Aeon. He groggily stood up and take a few steps back. On the other hand, Aeon stood from the pavement and wiped some dirt on his face which also sustained bruises from Kazuki’s punches. Still, his visage did not change from its eerie calm.

β€œHeh…” Kazuki covered his mouth, but his golden eyes delivered a malicious spark. β€œNow, you get your bite back.” He grinned at this darkly as he was about to attack Aeon again, but the people were now shouting at him to get out of the way. This made him confuse and freeze for a moment. It was then he heard a series of panicky honking. Everything became crystal clear to him at that point. He had unintentionally took a few steps back into the road where an incoming truck was now having a hard time stopping itself due to the slippery road. His reactions are faster than normal, but there was always ample time to move. Right now, he had none. There was no other choice. He only has to brace himself for the inevitable. He then felt being thrown to the ground with the resounding screams of horrors from the onlookers. There was also the heavy scent of blood lingering with the petrichor. He actually expected excruciating pain and being unconscious, but there was none of that. β€œHuh?”

What was going on? That was the question as Kazuki looked around and saw that the truck had come to a stop just a short way from him. The driver was approaching them in fear. Then, there was movement near to him which he caught. His eyes settled on the form beside him. It was none other than Aeon who was coming to a stand. The guy was a mess outwardly with dirt stains and bruises over. Still, that placid expression remained. Somehow, it was like all those dirty things were pristine as he is. However, he lowered his gaze and noticed a deep color of red on the guy’s sleeve. There was also blood dripping from his arm. It was at that moment that all clicked in his head. β€œDid you just---” He was unable to continue it as Aeon cut him off without hesitation and that calm yet stern tone. β€œEnough.”

Aeon straightened himself as his right arm hanged limply on his side. It was clear to anyone that he had broken it. Furthermore, it was painful and needed immediate medical attention. His eyes lingered on Miyamoto for a moment, before turning his back on his fellow senior. The crowd began to make a fuss crowding around them. Others were lending aid to him, but he has no intention of taking it. There were also phone calls to emergency response. This was getting irksome. It was then he felt a hand on his shoulder once more. β€œOi, you need treatment.” Kazuki was still hateful of the guy, but he does need to acknowledge that Aeon saved him. Gray blue eyes looked at the hand and then met golden eyes. β€œI intend to.” His words were brief and remained its monochrome timbre. Then, he moved away, pulling away from that hand as he made a phone call with his left. β€œPrepare the car. Inform Kiyo-sensei. That is all.”

Kazuki glared at Aeon's standoffish demeanor, but hey what was new with that? β€œYou're bleeding everywhere! That should get wrapped up!” He followed Aeon who was moving away from the crowd when the guy appeared to be done with the phone call. β€œDo not feel indebted to me.” Aeon kept his phone and then turned around to look at Kazuki. β€œYou and I do not share anything.” After that was said, a black sedan appeared behind Aeon. β€œWe are strangers.” That was his last statement as the car door was opened for him before he went in. His thoughts were now focused on checking up on Cassiopeia and also to get his arm treated. It was vexing that such injury happened because of his impulsiveness. Anyway, he had intended to go to the hospital from the beginning. From that, he tuned himself on that goal as the sedan drove away.

As for Kazuki, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. That bastard was really UNLIKABLE. He was irritated and wanted to punch someone right now, but chose to release a big sigh. β€œTch, I hate this day.” He muttered to himself, before hearing the ever shrill and familiar voice, "MIYAMOTO KAZUKI!!! WHAT DID YOU DO!?" well, that was his cue, isn't it? Enter stage right! Exit stage left!

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Character Portrait: Aeon Shirokami Character Portrait: Gen Fukui Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto
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All that is needed to make certain that Cassiopeia would not have any troubles for her leave of absence, from Airdalen for a few days, had been dealt with efficiently. Aeon had accomplished the necessary forms and assured the school that once the hospital has cleared the Pink Princess' health, she would be able to make up for the lost time as any student should. In entirety, the discussion about it did not take long as the situation of the Argyris scion had been explained prior to her enrollment. The academe simply was only kept dark on the true cause of the frailty. There was no harm or benefit of it being expounded on, as it was not contagious. Thus, it was never mentioned. This was also a wish by Cassiopeia, so that she might not be hindered too much on her school activities or given preferential treatment.

Setting that aside, the subject that took quite a while was his broken arm. Aeon had been questioned on it and even had been reprimanded. Apparently, the school had been informed of the cause of his injury and the fight which erupted between him and Miyamoto. There were witnesses on the scene and despite both of them not wearing their school uniforms. It was not difficult to identify them due to their unique appearances. Of course, the school would need to act properly on such matters. Yet, there was a reputation to think of. That is why the brawl was not officially reported and covered up. Their identities protected for their own account and of the academe. That is after all the thinking of those on the upper echelons, stains must never show on the fake silken white cloth. No matter, he had expected such actions and was fine with it as the affair would also not reach his Father's ears.

Nevertheless, it did not mean Aeon and Miyamoto were cleared. They had violated school rules and therefore must be punished accordingly. Withal, he had also been informed that a formal complaint had been filed by his classmate, Fukui Gen in regards to his dangerous action towards Miyamoto during Gym Class the other day. This was an inevitable outcome considering Fukui's argument at that time. She did mention of taking his action to the school board and he did agree. This certainly caused quite a well-founded concern towards him. They were used to Miyamoto's antics, but it was not the same with him who is respected and admired as the School Idol. Their surprise as well was appropriate in this situation. After all, he was known as someone who would not throw a punch and act irrationally. Still, they wanted to hear his reason as it must be vital for him to resort to such actions.

However, Aeon did not provide any reasons or excuses. It had already been done and even if he recalled all of it, there was not an ounce of regret. Just the sense of annoyance remained as he does not like troublesome things. "I offer no reason or excuse. The conduct I have procured is indeed in violation of the school's code." That was delivered in his calm and pristine appearance. "As such, I willingly submit to any decision or disciplinary action you believe is appropriate." There was not an ounce of discomfort or fear in his form. All that was there was the unnerving stillness and strength of responsibility. Even with the content of his words, there was still a pride that cannot be subdued. His mask was still in perfect condition.

Thus, it had been decided that him and Miyamoto would serve detention for a week by serving in the school cafeteria during the lunch break. In addition, he had also been tasked as well to temporarily join Inryoku in-waiting after school for three consecutive meetings. Fukui would be informed about it and to make it official, both of them would be called upon at a later time this day. As such, he would be under her care from that point. During that day, his responsibilities would be temporarily passed down to the Vice President. It seemed that this was the method of the school for him to have a sense of connection and as well to get along better with the two classmates he seemed to have antagonistic relationships with. He has no qualms about the details of the punishment. To him, it was more of a meddling, but it would be done. The only thing he was not completely settled with was doing the cafeteria chore with Miyamoto. He has a prediction it would be very troublesome. That portion was an excellent punishment in his opinion. No matter, that was the summary of what transpired in the discussion. Aeon would comply with it as required.

Once more, Aeon was in the corridors. He was now alone as he made a quick call. The words of his Father along with that person crossed his mind. It did not take long for him to hear the voice of Rando. "Aeon-sama! Are you---" He did not allow the man to speak any further as it would only make him feel tired. The events of the morning revisited his mind. "Rando, I want you to check something. My Father appeared to have done something unneeded." The tone was calm yet undeniably empty especially when the word Father was mentioned. Rando knew when it was fine to lax and the apt moment to be serious. This time was the latter especially the content of his master's statement. "Understood, Aeon-sama. I will inform you immediately." The call ended at that point as Aeon continued on his way. There was nothing else for him to stay here. His destination would be the Gym where first period would be.

Aeon knew that he would hardly be of use in Gym when it would be laborious exercises, but he was not an invalid who is unable to perform simple things. Moreover, he was not the kind to skip classes just because of such injury. Along the way though, eyes were on his form. It was filled with the usual admiration and respect, but at the same time, it was filled with concern. They believed it to be the perfect time to earn his affection and gratitude. However, that is not something easily given by him at all cost. Students approached him and he answered their queries with a simple, "I am fine. Please, excuse me. Class is about to start." That was the most used words he had been using since morning. It was getting rather annoying and still his face did not falter in its calm. Despite the disturbances, he had finally reached the gym.

Of course, Aeon was flocked by the students once more. His current condition a perfect reason to be close to him. He as always, effortlessly maneuvered himself out of the useless conversations. But unintentionally, he left an impression of him to the students about him being considerate and a strong person as he did not want people to worry. If that was told of him directly, he would reject that outright. It was a lie as he does not feel that way. Alas, it was an impression that was never spoken to him. The luxury of ignorance and unfettered imagination. In any case, he reached the boys' locker room. The students present inside offered to aid him in changing. Well, it had always been a sight seeing the School Idol change and their envy soon transformed into admiration. They could not miss this chance. Still, he declined it as there was no need. He changed into his uniform with little difficulty. It seemed nothing was that hard for him to do as long as it is him. The disappointment in the locker room was huge, but was ignored wonderfully by him.

Exiting the room, there was still time before classes begin. As such, he chose some place to seat and wait. That was when he caught the sight of his Junior Fujioka. He still has his duty as a Senior and also as the President of Kyūdō. An inquiry would be proper of her current situation especially during the club. After all, he simply left. Fortunately, he has no aversion over the girl since she is formal and detached to all the nonsense surrounding him. It ensured he would not be bothered by useless trivialities. So, he approached her and once he was beside her, he began his greeting. "Fujioka-san." He called for her attention before continuing. "Ohayou gozaimasu." His tone as always was politely distant and the air of formality surrounded him. Aeon stood before her in his gym clothes with his notable arm sling. He was able to make his current appearance, attractive and fashionable. It seemed that he has that natural talent that no matter what he wore would always look good on him. This was even proven by the swooning eyes of his admirers and the glares directed towards Fujioka. But as always, it was ignored by him. "May I borrow a moment of your time." His attention solely on his Junior.

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"I hear that a lot. You are asking me to keep my thoughts to myself? I guess you are not interested in me." <Interest in him?> It was then that Tadashi realized just how difficult Sora could be to talk to. The memories were all flooding back to him, he was a bully yes. But not deliberate and entirely malicious like Kazuki was. He just had no filter from his mind to his mouth, something actually admirable in a certain light. Tadashi sighed about to comment but was beaten to the punch.

"We appreciate your interest but as Tadashi said, that is not the case. As you may know, we were friends and we still are. We're just happy to be reunited and walking to school together is quite the trip down memory lane~"

Gen's comment was as elegant as ever, but he couldn't help but feel that they both had taken a misstep in an attempt to correct Sora while giving a tiny white lie. <I will need to clarify why I said that with her after this.> . He nodded to Gen with a smile, however his neck twinged with Sora's next comment. "Alright. I would have congratulated you on making use of your transformation." "Well, thank you- Harigae-san." This was one of the few instances where Tadashi didn't really know what to say. He just let the conversation drift towards sex and about the girl being on top. Japanese culture about sex was somewhat strange, it was regarded as somewhat taboo to talk about openly regardless of the age of consent laws in this country. What he was somewhat surprised about was a junior student talking about it from a matter-of-fact perspective. In true fashion to himself, Tadashi didn't miss a single cue from Tsukiko now having more of a better idea of what kind of a person she was given only their second meeting.

With Tsukiko and Sora departing, Tadashi gave them a proper goodbye then let out a sigh feeling as if 10 giant spotlights had just shut off of them both. He looked to Gen and acknowledged that they shouldn't be late for class. "Yes, let's get going." They both walked towards the gym building, in his mind Tadashi was counting how many students were watching them. He was processing all sorts of information regarding their surroundings all without even turning his head. It was quite remarkable what his mind was capable of. When Gen tried to speak, he paused and looked down towards her (Gen) rather curious. His eyes shifted to more purple as he waited. The look on her face, it appeared that something was bothering his dear friend (Gen) but she was having difficulty with it. In an attempt to break the ice, he would interject. "About what I said, Gen-chan. My first thought was, if I told Sora that we had both come from my house. I feared that would have started a terrible rumor, and with you being the president of Inryoku I didn't want to risk tarnishing your reputation. I apologize if it seemed like I was denying you in public, I never would have if I knew for sure there would be no consequences. Ok?" Tadashi would smile down at Gen then give her a hug. "See you in class."

Hurrying to the locker room, Tadashi changed as quickly as possible. It did happen that he caught a reflection of himself in the mirror and walked over to it standing shirtless in his shorts and athletic shoes. Town on his left inner forearm, he squeezed his hand into a tight fist looking at the many many self harm scars he had inflicted on himself. It was from people like Sora and many others at this school, along with several other things. He had started doing it as a way to keep himself from crying, when he did the bullies would call him weak. So he made a vow to have no one ever see him cry again and that's where the scars began. Looking over his body, he took a deep breath reflecting on how far he had come. Of course there were imperfections. He came to grip with that a while ago, even with 'this' body he wouldn't be perfect..... And that was ok. His eyes evened out finally to their red/purple as he put on his shirt then closed his locker to head into the gymnasium. For a moment, he would look for Arietta but to no avail. He stepped forward with confidence awaiting for the rest of the day to unfold. He couldn't help but notice other students watching him again, his small smile grew more as he knew. The rumor of 'fat Tadashi Kiomine was back and better than ever'. This was why he was here, but it wasn't for them. It was for him. Tadashi would seek out Sora to talk to, he wanted to make his first victory over his past. Which included directly facing his former bullies.
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As it would appear, Fujioka had been adequately reading on the suggested academic materials. That was an inevitable thing to do if one desires to be at the top in that category. Aeon could sense his Junior's impatience even with her politeness and formality. That was natural as he, himself had been plunged into a world that to learn the smallest detail of a person would be a vital part to win. In any case, he could not deny that Airdalen had indeed high standards to maintain the status quo, however it was also due to that as to why the Academe are prevalent with many social events. It was also to appease and to cater towards the need of the executives, elites, nobles, and rich individuals to establish connections and most importantly, alleviate boredom, the unnerving monotony which is the privilege of those on the upper strata of life. This, of course, was apparently not present in other schools. Hence, the feeling of restlessness on her part.

"If you have questions about the material or of languages, I would offer my services." Aeon did recall Fujioka was learning a new means of communication and answering questions about school work was nothing new to him. Those who have the courage to ask him, such as Kitogawa Shiori, he aided them within reason and dependent on his available time. It was a common occurrence for him and was not a hindrance. "I have already provided you with my cellphone number before. My offer still stands, so use it at your convenience." His way of words never once did it shred its formality and that distant politeness which places him in a pedestal. At any rate, his proposal had always been within the realm of his duty as her Senior, nothing more and nothing less.

Now on to kyūdō, there was a moment of pause relevant to hesitation or caution coming from Fujioka's answer. Aeon observed further as she eventually moved away her gaze and upon doing that, her interest was caught. He also did the same and noticed the appearance of Harigae and a pink-haired girl which reminded him of Cassiopeia. That was interesting in a sense he had known such hair color are rare and had been greatly attributed to the Argyris line. He knew well enough to know she is not a member of the family. Well, it was no consequence to him and he removed his attention as he fixed them on his Junior who also have done the same. "That is understandable." However, he has his suspicions. It would be best to have Miyano give him a detailed report and even question Harigae who does not know the meaning of coating one's mind with deceptive words. "I would like to inform you in advance that I would not be able to attend the next three meetings of kyūdō. As such, if you have concerns about club activities please speak to Miyano-san and if you believe he would not be capable, you may direct it to me." That was the current situation of his due to the punishment that would be enacted once the meeting between him and Fukui was done. "I would trust your judgment on that as you did with mine to act accordingly."

Never once did Aeon falter, his elegant and pristine presence remained on point even with the booming voice of Kido-sensei who announced his arrival. "Fujioka-san, I will now be excusing myself." He would need to inform the teacher about the inability of Cassiopeia to attend school for a few days. After saying his parting words, he bowed his head in perfect semblance of formality. He waited a while for her response before leaving her Junior in a swift yet graceful manner which made many be in awe and envious of such flawless movements. His direction was towards Kido-sensei, but he decided to take a seat near the front as the Physical Education teacher was busy at the moment addressing the entire class. It would appear another event had been put into place, Kris Kringle. He does not have any opinion about it and so, he distantly listened to the instructions. The act of giving had always been a prominent action to gain favor, however he had no need for that at the moment. Then again, this was normal, is it not?

Afterwards, the activity for the said class was finally addressed. It was Tag Rugby. Well, it was a non-contact sport. That would be an activity he could participate in without bothering about his right arm in a cast or be a liability as it is team effort. As such, the teams were announced and it shall be Seniors versus Juniors. Aeon did not care much about the competition until the team he was in had been given. Cassiopeia was a member and that was impossible, since she is now absent. That was not really much of a problem. His concern and displeased as well with the notion that Miyamoto, that trash and him were on the same team. This day had indeed became quite troublesome for him. He is tolerant that much he has confidence in, however that Miyamoto would not act on a set of principles of common sense. The faint pain of a headache emerged, still his facade did not fade or showed a wrinkle. He was composed as always and simply stood from his seat. Naturally, eyes followed him and expressed more worry of his condition. He as always did not pay attention as he now approached Kido-sensei.

"Kido-sensei." Aeon called out to the teacher once he was before the older male. "Ohayou gozaimasu." The exemplary vision of untainted formal etiquette, he was as he bowed his head. Then, he returned to his enviable straight posture. "I would like to inform you that Argyris Cassiopeia would be absent from school for a few days starting today." He then took out a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to Kido-sensei. "It is an excuse letter that had also been presented to the principal earlier, along with the acceptance of Cassiopeia's absence." Then, a moment of silence had been provided by him to allow the teacher to read and understand the reasoning for the Pink Princess' absence. When he had correctly gauged it was fine to speak once more, he did so. "As such with Cassiopeia's absence, Team Violet would be missing a member." He explained the situation eloquently. "I am fine with the handicap, though I could not say the same with the others. Still, I would comply with whatever your decision on this matter is, Kido-sensei."

Aeon had never been the kind to remove himself from adversity. He actually welcomed it. Thus, he does not mind participating in whatever condition he is as long as it would be within the acceptable limits. The only matter he was not settled on was Miyamoto's participation. He will act accordingly and shall absolutely with his greatest will to ignore the trash for the peace of not only his, but everyone else's. No matter, it seemed that the gods or any form of divinity had conspired to bring him endless trouble this day. Thus, he could not help but sigh inwardly while his pristine figure remained completely.

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The morning started hectically in the Serinuma residence, but that was something that Misaki had grown very used to over the years. Once her Step-father converted their home, quiet was really a thing of the past. It was as if the entire mansion was a constant New Year's party on repeat every single day of the year. While the business was bustling, hidden away on the second floor Misaki was in a room that her mother had converted into a gym. What was she doing working out at this hour? Well, good question, Misaki wanted to know the same damn thing! The purple haired senior was whining, quite loudly, not afraid to let her personal trainer know that she absolutely hated his exercise routine. She absolutely hated her morning workout with a burning passion. It wasn't like she would get any better at it anyhow! It nearly killed her over the summer, and most importantly she had lost quite a bit of weight so why did it even matter anymore? She was skinny now wasn't she?! Though even though Misaki had surpassed the goal her mother had set during her previous school year her mother refused to allow her to quit the regimen in fear that her daughter would return to an 'unsightly ball of fat', something her mother often said referring to how Misaki used to look before her physical trainer got ahold of her.

The house was boisterous, as the entire bottom floor was reserved for parties and the family bathhouse business. The Serinuma name was famous for their bathhouses, the most prominent inside of their home, only open to the wealthiest of families. Their house was built above a natural hot spring and Misaki's father decided to make use of it, converting their mansion into a luxurious live-in hot spring. It was family run, different members of her family living on the top two floors which were strictly prohibited to guests to maintain the Serinuma family's privacy. Just as Misaki's attention drifted, her personal trainer Tristain clapped his hands, "We are at twenty-four, Misaki! Keep going. Only fifteen more and we can move on to your push-ups." He ordered, referring to the sit-ups that Misaki was obviously struggling with. Her gut ached and soon her arms would feel like jello if she had to move straight into the push ups, but it was the last of her morning workout, so begrudgingly Misaki went for the next sit-up as Tristain counted obnoxiously loud. She absolutely hated that man, but he was good at her job and she was finally able to purchase manga again, so she couldn't complain too much. Being able to read her BL manga was the only thing that kept her sane in this hellish new living situation.

Not to mention, if she met her daily workout requirements she could eat some of her the fatty foods she loved in the past. However, in very controlled portions. That was another plus, though Misaki didn't mind that she was overweight in the past. Being invisible was great. However, she had received unwanted attention the past few days at Airdalen so most of her time was spent hiding out. She even managed to avoid being assigned a junior partner, but her luck had run out. She had received an E-mail earlier that morning requesting that she come to the office to pick up her folder containing her assigned junior's credentials. All she wanted to do was blend into the background and watch the extremely attractive male students at her school interact with each other. Was it really too much to ask for? They didn't even have to do anything homosexual, her imagination was active enough to fill in the blanks. Playing basketball, horseplaying, fighting, she didn't care, she could work with it all. In particular, her favorite pairing thus far was a set of senior boys, Miyamoto, Kazuki, and Belrose, Aeon. The boys hated each other, but that did not protect them from Misaki's arguably overactive Boy Love fantasies. She often would tuck herself away and watch them argue and roughhouse each other, her particular favorite being when Aeon dangled him over the edge in the gym. She almost died and went to heaven then and there. She wasn't entirely sure, but she pictured Kazuki as being the seme and Aeon as the uk-

"Misaki!" Tristain screamed as Misaki began to get a nosebleed, her cheeks flushed and it was clear that she was lost in la-la land. He knelt down and smacked her cheek, her green eyes blinking several times. She let out an irritated sigh, really mad that Tristain ruined her thoughts about the insanely attractive men she coupled together in her head. Even if in reality they would never happen, Misaki was in complete denial. A grueling hour later and her routine was over. Sweaty and feeling like her bones were made of thin hollow glass, Misaki made her way down to the ground floor, her school uniform in tow as she went to the large room where her immediate family always bathed. It was the family's personal section of the hot spring which was closed off to visitors. A guard stood at the entrance to ensure that only Misaki, Shouta, her Step-father, and Mother could enter. Taking a long and relaxing bath, Misaki did not exit the water until the water left her fingers wrinkled. She dried off and got ready, including straightening her hair, but if it wanted to truly curl, she knew she would not be able to tame the waves for long.

Breakfast was served to her by the many servants, eating in the private dining hall for her own sanity. There was literally at least two of every room commonly found in a home due to the Serinuma family constantly sharing it with other residents. Sometimes Misaki ate with the other rich families, but she mostly avoided it. They often made rude comments about how she used to be overweight as if telling her she looked sooo much better than before was actually an acceptable compliment to someone who was never bothered by her weight to begin with. This was all to please her mother and return to her expensive hobby that she could not afford without access to her trust fund.

Once she finished eating, Misaki stood, leaving her plate where it sat. The hired help would certainly clean up, besides, she was going to be late. Then she noticed the clock. Oh my god. Late again!? Misaki whined to herself internally before groaning aloud, rushing through the halls and practically stumbling down the stairs before darting for the door. Misaki arrived outside the school without a hitch, though her personal bodyguard was definitely not very happy about it. Kasei Yatsuo sat next to her with his brows furrowed, obviously displeased as he ran through his daily checklist with Misaki, making sure she had her pencils, pens, and everything else she would need for school that day. Misaki sighed to herself, nodding to each of his questions, at least she had all of her school supplies. Once Kasei opened the door, Misaki burst out of the car, waving frantically as she ran to get to class. Though she ended up meeting an obstacle. Now that she thought about it, seeing as it had not immediately sent her falling backward she came to the conclusion that it must have been another person. She winced from the collision, "I-I... I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have ran, but class has already started...!" she explained, rubbing her head. Her knee stung a little, she assumed it was just a friction burn from the ground or a little scrape. Given her clumsy nature she was used to getting cuts and bruises and didn't pay a whole lot of mind to it, she was late for class after all! Opening her eyes after the pain subsided, Misaki finally got a good view of who she landed on, and immediately her eyes widened in horror, and it felt as if her soul had instantly fled from her body. Miyamoto, Kazuki!?

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Nothing beats venting your frustrations in rough-up sex. That's what Kazuki exactly did. He didn't return home and crashed in someone else's place, a chick he picked up in one of the clubs he went to. He only did so when he managed to lose that nagging uncle of his. He didn't even bother treating his wounds, it does add to the atmosphere and gauging the girl's reaction, well she screamed her heart out for more until exhaustion. Blood, sweat, and a lot of fluids, it did give him some ideas for his next chapter.

He grinned at that scene while he was taking a shower. He has no problem making himself feel home in other people's house as expected. Though, his thoughts slowly shifted when he felt a cut inside his mouth. That made him remember what happened yesterday with that bastard. Thinking about makes him really pissed off, but at the same time, he's really annoyed that he was saved by that good-for-nothing goon. "Tsk. This leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth. Now, I fucking owe him." He mentally complained as he punched the wall in front of him as a show of exasperation. But that bloodied arm, the unconscious Cassiopeia, those scenes flashed through his mind and his fist on the wall trembled. "Just don't think about it anymore... It has nothing to do with you. Nothing." He continuously repeated those words in his head like a mantra.

Anyways, he eventually managed to get out of the girl's apartment. Well, they did another round before he left. It was dessert after all. Now, he was taking his sweet time walking though people can't help staring. They were because of his looks, not what he looked like though it was an add-on. The people were gawking at his clothes. They were already cleaned by his latest romp when he was in the shower. Problem, they were torn, probably from the brawl. He just didn't notice and he didn't have any spare, so his attire was pretty much the same as yesterday. Well, he had no plans going to school willingly at the very least. He was going to drop by his editor since his phone had been blowing up from the calls. It would be also a good hiding place.

But even before his plans were to put into motion, he could feel the hairs at the back of his neck stand. This was followed by the ever familiar, "KAZUKI!" The hell! He looked over his shoulder and swore he saw a nine-headed dragon behind his uncle who was currently calling him from a speeding car towards him. But before that, how the seven hells did he find him?! His uncle was probably a spy or a stalker. His eyes were wide as saucers and even the other people there were shocked about what was happening. Well, when he regained his senses. He immediately began to plot his way out.... RUN LIKE HELL!

"COME BACK HERE MIYAMOTO KAZUKI!" Of course, he didn't listen, why would he? "Nope!" Kazuki turned around the corner and enter an alley where the car couldn't follow. He won't let himself get capture this time. He would be able to skip school completely this time. His devilish smile back once more on his face as he made his escape. The one thing he didn't count on was that his uncle had multiplied into many underlings. When he got out of the alley, he was instantly took down, wrestling style. It hurt, but nothing new to him. "Come on guys, I prefer women topping me than men." Some shook their heads, other cringed, and some blushed. Well, he does look appetizing pinned down on the ground. "QUIET KAZUKI!" His uncle glared at him and he could see the dragon again. Well, he met it head-on, knowing that the incident with the Bastard and Pink Princess was probably the main reason of the anger.

"What made you go bonkers? Eh?" Kazuki spoke without even a hint of being afraid despite the men that caught him were intimidated by Airdalen's Math Teacher. "The hell did you pick a fight with Mr. Belrose and even got into an incident that almost cost both of your lives?! You even had Ms. Argryis involve in all of this!" He looked away and clicked his tongue which only angered his uncle more. "Are you even--" His uncle's loud voice was suddenly cut of by his. "He started it!" Those golden eyes were flaring in anger looking at his uncle. "That bastard started and ended as if, he! Ugh! I hate that guy!" How the hell was he in the wrong? Why was he being painted right now as the bad seed? Well, it's true he had never been the good guy and he did punch back, but that was normal to do in that situation. This is not just his complete fault!

There was silence for a brief moment, before Kazuki spoke again. "I just responded. I didn't even ask him to save me. That guy just do things without even asking. I hate his guts." His voice this time was now in a calm state as he lowered his gaze, then took a deep breath. "You will come with me to school today and apologize to Mr. Belrose and Ms. Argyris." He quickly looked back at his uncle as if something crazy had just been said or the end of the world has come. "EH!!!? No way! No way, I'll apologize to that Hobo Transvestite! I'm fine with Cassi! But no way with that bleach-faced fiend!" Actually, there were a lot else that were being spoken, it seemed he had a lot of nicknames for Aeon, but it all ended with a thundering smack to the head. "DRAG HIM! This boy will be...." Hayashi continued that way for the remainder as Kazuki was literally dragged. Well, he was unconscious.

When he woke up, he was all dressed up in his uniform. Too well-dressed again! He really believed his day was going to get a good start, but now it was going down too fast. He needs some quick fix. So, he needs to escape. He looked around and it seemed he was also taken back to the school, all-tied up again. His eyes looked around and see that he was once again in a similar position just like he was on the first day of this hellish school calendar. The only difference he was in the office of his uncle, and that door soon opened. "I really have to ask, are you a bondage fan or something?" Kazuki asked with that unflinching grin while his uncle seemed to be popping another vein.

Well, the scene inside that was undeniably chaos and a lot of crashing sounds could be heard. The end result was Kazuki slamming the door open and making a quick dash across the hallways. He was of course chased after by the shouts of his Uncle and some of the security knowing that every time he was on the run, something was definitely wrong! "No way! I'm letting you catch me this time!" He retorted back with that confident grin of his as he removed the ropes on his body that was used to tie him up. He quickly made a rather interesting parkour scene as he jumped over people and fire extinguishers. He continued on and sharply turned around the corner to dodge his chasers, but he didn't saw himself suddenly on the floor with someone generally on top of him. It seemed he bumped into someone and he instinctively hold his head. He was going to have a bump there no doubt about it.


"Oi, I don't mind someone cute on top of me. But, if you're not gonna ride, I would rather ride you." His voice oozed once more with his usual sexual innuendo tinged with his confidence and an approachable charm. His golden eyes seemed to glow in a seductive manner as it reflected the person on top of him. He even have the devilish smirk on his lips. He was quite an exotic and alluring sight no doubt, "So, are we going to have fun now?" He leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "I'll assure you, it's going to be something you won't forget."

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Mortified. Misaki was absolutely and undeniably mortified. Miyamoto, Kazuki!? Really?! Her entire body tensed. It was un-freaking-believable! It was a fight or flight moment and her body chose to freeze!? Kazuki was like a very sly and cunning snake, this was not the time for her body to portray it's rendition of a deer staring into oncoming headlights! Regardless of how she looked at her situation she knew one thing for sure: being Kazuki's primary focus was NOT going to be good for her health.

"Oi, I don't mind someone cute on top of me. But, if you're not gonna ride, I would rather ride you."

The sexual commentary took her completely by surprise, her already very red cheeks shifting to a very dark crimson. She was struggling to find words, her shoulders tensing at the imagery. Though now that she was closer to him than she had ever been before, she had to admit, his eyes were very captivating and he was actually even more attractive up close. Though their golden color only further reminded her that Kazuki was the human form of a dangerous cobra. All of her high school career she had spent her time pairing Kazuki with Aeon, she had never even imagined herself with him, and she also managed to conveiniently disregarded the plethora of women he routinely bedded. However for the first time in her life someone had just mentioned having sex with her. That in itself was a baffling revelation, but the fact that it was the school bad boy, the hellion, that made it far more ethereal.

"So, are we going to have fun now? I'll assure you, it's going to be something you won't forget."

Feeling his breath on her ear made Misaki visibly shiver, her eyes closing tightly as she finally was able to will herself to stand up. Very quickly. His closeness and the insinuations he made had nearly given her a heart attack, not to mention she felt like she would pass out from the embarrassment at any moment, "I-I have to decline... that really isn't my thing....Gomenasai, I did not intend to knock you down. Perhaps there is some other way to make it up to you...?" She responded, her voice was quiet, but not a whisper, she was simply a soft spoken person. She decided it was best to keep her 'thing' a secret from Kazuki, as he most likely would not approve that she would much prefer to watch him and Aeon having 'fun' than doing it with him herself. Misaki dusted herself off, noticing the reddened mark on her knee, but it wasn't bleeding so she wasn't going to fuss over it. "I-I really must get to gym class now, Miyamoto-san.... You should come too. I-It's fun to play sports with everyone isn't it...?" Misaki replied to him with a timid smile, hugging her gym clothes that were in one arm. She had to scoop them up off the ground where she had dropped them, but she hoped they weren't that dirty. They didn't look stained at least. With a brief smile, the blushing girl scurried off toward the gym, her clothes in tow. She managed to sneak to the locker room without being noticed as late, but she knew that the teacher would figure it out. She never seemed to get away with it.

The roster always told the truth anyhow... upon removing her clothes, Misaki stared at her body in the mirror. It was hard to keep in mind that the person staring back was her. She wasn't fully used to the fact that she was skinny, it hadn't fully sunk in yet. As she dressed in proper gym attire and stepped out of the changing room Misaki realized people were calling out colors and names trying to find what Misaki assumed to be their assigned groups. Misaki noticed students getting tags from the gym teacher, and she ignored any glare that might come her way for showing up late. Green. Walking around as she fastened the belt around her waist, Misaki began looking around for her team. All she had to do was find those weari- she noticed Devone and Ryou standing with another boy whom she did not recognize (Tadashi). All three were wearing green belts so she quickly approached the group, "S-Sorry I'm late... Oh! Right! I forgot my manners... I-I am Serinuma, Misaki..." She bowed politely as she introduced herself to the unfamiliar face. She did not realize it was Tadashi, as they had both had went through amazing transformations, although hers was more like a miracle. For a while there she thought the intense workouts her physical trainer forced upon her would ultimately lead to her untimely death. Now she was actually kind of grateful, "What game are we playing...? I was running late and bumped into Miyamoto-san...which only made me even more late..." Though now that she asked, Misaki felt incredibly nervous, contact sports, well, any sports were her weakness. She wasn't very atheletic or cooridinated! Dragging her team down wasn't an option though...she'd feel guilty if she was the reason they lost, Were the female gym uniforms always so tight and were the shorts always so... short? Misaki thought self-consciously tugging at them, wishing they were much longer. She was still incredibly flustered by her encounter with Kazuki, vowing to do her absolute best to refrain from being late for school again. She doubted she would survive another encounter, especially given she was practically straddling him when she fell. Her cheeks were crimson again just from thinking about it, Misaki shaking her head as she attempted to banish the embarrassing memory from her head. I hope no one noticed I was blushing... I don't want to talk about it... I don't think I could even if I wanted to... This is why men belong with each other! That was dangerous to my heart. I nearly died back there! It is much safer for my health if Miyamoto-san doesn't notice me. Him and Belrose-san are better off together anyway...it would be so perfect....





Charm: +1 to Kazuki
Popularity: +1 to Kazuki
Athleticism: +1 to Misaki





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Actually, Kazuki's attention which also included his hearing comprehension stopped from the very moment the girl said the word decline. More accurately, the person was not registering the person herself as he focused more on dissecting the girl's figure instead. That's why whatever sentences that came after that word were as good as nonexistent. His ego wasn't also bruised from the negative response to his invitation as he only put that out for whimsical fun, nothing serious. If she had said yes, then he would have a partner-in-crime skipping school to have a more sinful entertainment. Through it all, he only have those golden eyes of his devouring her with that devious spark accompanied by that coy smile.

Then, he ended that with a simple shrug as the girl left as he stood from his position. He simply wolf-whistled and wondered who that girl is, a newcomer?, a transfer student? Then again, he has this feeling he had seen those eyes before. Then again, he couldn't remember where so, he hadn't seen her before was more logical, but that wasn't really a deal-breaker for him since, he is literally mostly not around school always. Hell, he couldn't be bothered with remembering everyone attending this bore-fest of a school.

"KAZUKI!" Oh... He forgot about that ONE and just like that, he resumed his ran for freedom! However, his uncle's henchmen were still in play. That was troublesome, but nothing he couldn't get over with. He would say this, they were getting smarter as they began to close off his corners which made the hallways rather messy and noisy as he jumped over things and even people with that big smile on his face. Eventually, he decided to enter a certain BIG DOOR, he slammed it wide open, obviously and loudly announcing his entrance. That's when he noticed there were a lot of people who were now staring at him... and they were in gym uniform? Obviously, he's glaringly late.

He retraced his steps backward and took a peek at the silvery plate above the door which read, GYM. He decided to turn around as he didn't want to attend any class even if it could be not his, but that decision was overturned as he saw his uncle with his henchmen or actually the school guards from the corner of his eyes. Unluckily, his uncle saw him and he hurriedly entered the gym crashing through the crowd without restraint. "Alley op, guys!" His friends cheered as if it was some competition and the gym became ever so lively. He sidestepped to avoid a fellow student and then jumped over one then, he was face-to-face with the burly wild man teacher known as Kido, that the Hellion caused trouble again and tried to restrain him.

But, he avoided it by ducking the hands aimed for him and then slid across the floor through the guy's feet. He immediately stood and was preparing to run, but instantly froze as his eyes landed on a figure in front of him. An image from the past chained him and had become like a living statue. Then, that image shattered when a small yet elegant fingertip touched his nose with a tap. "Aren't you quite the troublemaker, J?" The image changed into the figure that most of the people in the gym now knew as Hakuryu Fuyuki whom smiled at him. "Su-- Su-Suzu?!" His eyes showed his great surprise as he pointed at Fuyuki exaggeratedly. Fuyuki on the other hand just raised her hand as if it was roll call. "Present!" Kazuki literally sweat-dropped at that reaction and then released a heavy sigh as slumped himself on the floor as if all the energy was drained from him. "Who's the troublemaker between us now, huh?" He muttered as he looked at Fuyuki who was beaming down at him and he knew, he can't escape.


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Fuyuki was really something. She was a curious balance between a refined lady and a cheerful child. Gen didn't know which aura to accommodate but it was going to make her an interesting Inryoku coworker. Hm yes, she has the mannerisms necessary and is cheerful. I think she'll do just fine. she thought to herself as the fellow senior gazed at her with such intensity. Gen thought to ask whatever the matter was but soon enough, it was shared what had caught her attention. "My so, pretty!" Fuyuki then clapped her hands with glee as Gen took some time to process the compliment. She was accustomed to flattery but it was confusing with how Fuyuki went about it, like a child who had found a pretty shell on the beach. Nonetheless, a compliment was a compliment so Gen would smile and thank her as appropriate. "Oh, thank you~" Her insecurity would practically never leave her alone long enough for her to believe that she was indeed pretty but she would accept any compliment with grace. It was the polite thing to do after all.

"Are you a foreigner too?" Gen fought hard the feeling of wanting to shrink and withdraw from Fuyuki's close examination of her eyes. It was not the close presence that made her uncomfortable or the fact she was not very friendly with Fuyuki yet but her history with the birth defect. Many times she had hated her eyes the way others would because it made her too different and judged before she could utter a word. It was a part of her that she could not really change, just hide under contacts or behind tinted glasses. At times despite her recent support from the student body, she wondered if it was because they saw her as some sort of novelty than as a person like one of them. Instead of wearing her heart on her sleeve, she continued her well-rehearsed smile and answered her question letting the senior look at her for as long as she desired to. Only she would know how much it bothered her to be under such scrutiny. "Too? Whoever do you mean?" she asked with a head tilt, deciding to inquire on who she was being compared to before answering the question properly. "Actually, I'm Japanese through and through. I hope you are not disappointed darling." she said sheepishly, her shoulders rolling forward in a girly display making her form come across a bit smaller.

"Oh! My apologies, Fukui, Gen-san." It was then that Fuyuki introduced herself officially and formally, an eloquent bow that Gen supposed would make some weak in the knees. It was a simple gesture but done so fluidly, leading her to assume that whoever Fuyuki was she was definitely one of the upper society at the school. Gen herself would sometimes get mistaken for being a part of the exclusive simply due to her ladylike behavior however in truth, she was nothing like that. She was the love child of a butler and a normal woman who happened to be married to an actor. She knew her place so painstakingly well that she felt she fell short and paled in comparison to the real elites. It is like I don't fit in anywhere.. "Ohayō gozaimasu, you are correct. I am Hakuryu Fuyuki." While others may have drawn the connection already to where it fit in regards to Japanese nobility, Gen was a little lost in her own world only present enough that she could respond and listen. "Marvellous! It is so good to finally meet you. Welcome to Airdalen." she beamed, her eyes fixated on her now confirmed club member with so much potential. Insecurities aside, the running of her club was a very important responsibility on her shoulders and she should be ecstatic to receive any promising members.

"It's a pleasure to meet you! Oh," Oh? Gen placed one of her hands on the other in front of her lap curious what Fuyuki would say next. 'Oh' was an ominous exclamation and she hoped nothing negative would follow. "You're my teammate, right?, If so, please call me Fuyu!" Gen seeing her offer to shake hands pleasantly accepted, her slender hand sliding into place with a gentle grip. "Yes, I'd be happy to. Feel free to call me just Gen. Let's have fun Fuyu~" Retracting her hand at the right moment, she brought up an issue of importance. It was best to let her know now while they had time to talk. β€œActually, there is something else I wished to discuss with you. I am the club president of Inryoku; the school’s host club. If it’s not an inconvenience, I was hoping you could fill in at lunch time. I know it’s sudden but it’s a good opportunity to catch up on all you’ve missed." Gen put her hands together as if she was pleading for a favor. She understood it might be a difficult task to undertake on the first day of attending a new school with unfamiliar people but she believed now after meeting her, that she would be more than capable. If anything should go amiss, she trusted her fellow Inryoku-in-waiting to oversee and assist. There was one other who was new to the club that she should also inform as soon as possible.

Interrupting the peace, Kazuki burst through the gymnasium at full speed and it was hard for her to take her eyes off him with the ensuing trouble. It was a common occurrence, nothing new but what was different was when he neared them and halted before Fuyuki who poked him on the nose. "Aren't you quite the troublemaker, J?" Gen's eyes widened slightly at the nickname she had never heard of before. "Su-- Su-Suzu?!" Well, it was obvious now that they knew each other and well enough to have personal nicknames. Gen had been asked to call Fuyuki 'Fuyu' after all, not Suzu.. they were on another level. "Present!" "Who's the troublemaker between us now, huh?" Gen couldn't follow the conversation as an outsider clueless to their relationship and history. For a while, she looked back and forth between the two in confusion but eventually decided not to pry and to give them the floor to catch up. It appeared to be a catch up with how shocked Kazuki was to see Fuyuki and how she was a new student.

Gen entwined her hands behind her back and looked at the time on the clock. She waited and spoke only when it was deemed fine to remind them of her presence. It was unavoidable considering tag rugby would begin anytime soon and Fuyuki was her teammate. β€œOhayo gozaimasu Miyamoto-san, will you be joining us for P.E today?" Gen summoned her courage to address him as she hadn't spoken to Kazuki in some time. The last time she saw him he was with another girl and she didn't know what to make of it. It was expected really with his reputation and maybe what she felt for him when they got a chance to talk was a passing crush and nothing more. It would be a lot easier if that was how it is that's for sure. It was too early to tell but she couldn't help herself as her voice came across a lot more strained and formal. Still, she smiled to make up for it trying to harden her exterior. Gen was very conscious around both Fuyuki and Kazuki.. as flawless as her smile was, she felt exposed. it was like one of those nightmares where the dreamer discovers they're not wearing any clothes.




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Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Fuyuki Hakuryu
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Ryou's world vision is very narrow where most of the people breathing around him do not make any impact or even a dent at all. That's how it is and so, most interactions to him are just a chore, nothing personal and that could relate to the dialogues he was having with his temporary teammates for the gym activity. "...I'm fine." He answered towards Kim's show of concern and whimsical query. He opened his eyes with those piercing silver hue, with a look as if it was encasing all yet at the same time revealed nothing. Those words effectively ended his participation on the topic about his exhaustion. Well, he wasn't really physically tired, more like mentally, more than anything and why he doesn't join meaningless banter.

His curt reply was favored by the girls ogling at him. It was done briefly with his signature distant tone delivery. Her attention changed to that of Kiomine who appeared to be waiting for Kim's reaction. The hushes around them circulated between, an affair, scars and all that. He wondered if these gossiping people have boring lives that their imagination was running wild because of it. As for him, he was silent. The reason, whatever Kiomine did or whatever Kim did, they can do freely. They were not his responsibility. So, he just stayed in his corner even when Kim offered herself as an excuse for Kiomine. It wasn't his concern. So, it was just a simple passing notion to him.

His attention was taken away soon by a newcomer, a flustered one and the missing member; Serinuma, Misaki. He doesn't know her and that was not really an issue with him. He could be aware of some seniors and other students through reputation, but it didn't mean he takes interest or does effort in knowing each student personally. Anyways, Serinuma offered a reason why she was late and the reason was the Hellion. His eyes lingered to where Miyamoto made his grand and flashy entrance. He didn't look too long. He didn't want to be noticed. It reminded him of a persistent leech and it would be good if Miyamoto was like that, all he needed was fire, but it has an opposite effect on the guy. The guy's persistent.

Anyway, his attention shifted towards his teammates again. Kim spoke a few words that ignited the rumor mill once more and the reddened Serinuma wasn't helping the situation. "Tag Rugby." That's all he said and didn't comment on what was said between the girls. It was discussion between the two females, a man has no place in it, and clearly, he's no white knight. He has only one princess that he would serve without question and they were not her. "Don't let them have that." He looked at green tag around Serinuma's waist. He then looked at another commotion for a brief moment and saw that it was Miyamoto again, but this time his eyes showed captivation even how briefly it could be. This was because of the presence of that girl (Fuyuki) overlapping with hers.

"She's too beautiful..." He was in a trance as the words whispered like a longing. It was hard to hear or to notice unless one pays attention to him closely. He was taken from his trance when Fuyuki raised her hand. The vision of the past gone and reality entered, he released a sigh. He looked back at his team. "If everyone's ready, let's go." He ended it at that and just inwardly told himself to just focus on the game. He removed himself from the railing and his usual disposition was once more in play. How he wanted to have this day end.

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Athleticism + 1 (Ryou)
Popularity + 1 (Fuyuki)

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It was a joy to converse with people. These kind of moments are what Fuyuki enjoys very much. Interactions like these allow her to know a lot of things. "Well, I've meet B-kun and then Jay-chan. They're all foreigners." She showed her fingers as she counted it by hand, but there were only two. It was rather cute in the way she does it, making some of the onlookers blush. "I thought you were too because of your beautiful eyes and hair." She declared without a hint of shyness and even nodded her head to profess her agreement. Though, she had a sense that her compliments also struck another chord, but that was not for her to play with for now.

Gen then introduced herself as the President of Inryoku. Her eyes widened in surprise and glee. "Wow! Amazing!" She smiled brightly and wasn't troubled by the request. She was actually looking forward to it. "No problem at all! I'll be glad to help! So, I'm going to start this lunch then?" She asked with pure joy and sincerity as her eyes of acacia held that sparkle of a child getting her favorite candy. She then remembered something important as she clapped her hands together. "Oh, my clothes! Would this be fine for the club?" She asked as she only have her school uniform on, but her attention was easily taken when a large noise came from the entrance. Her gaze affixed on the person causing it blatantly.

Those eyes of hers delivered a knowing and slowly, she took a step forward in sync with the noisy person. She then stopped and announced her presence. She found Kazuki's reaction interesting and fun as she reached out her hand towards him. "Hmm..." She had a thoughtful expression before answering his question. "Still you." She smiled at him triumphantly as he grabbed hold of her hand and stood up. "I see..." The hand holding Fuyuki's was not released, instead it tightened, he took a moment before he spoke again, but... "MIYAMOTO!" "KAZUKI!" The union of voices was from Kido and his uncle. He forgot about that, actually the only thing that registered to him was Fuyuki, all grown-up before him.

"Wow, so popular, aren't you J?" Her almond eyes blinked in interest at the two teachers approaching them. "Tsk. Bad timing." He muttered under his breath and then looked at Fuyuki strongly, it was almost like a glare. "Stay right there! I'll be back." He then turned to face the two teachers who were candidly dishing out punishment. Fuyuki on the other hand, giggled at the scene, before settling herself and looked at Gen. "Hey, Gen. Will you take someone like him in?" It was delivered in a tone so casual and cheerful as if she was just discussing the weather. Her eyes didn't help much as it only portrayed that glow of curiosity. But, whether the answer came or not, Kazuki returned to them, and she turned her attention to him.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to ask. Why do you look like a hobo? Did a monster attack you?" Kazuki looked at his clothes and yeah, it was clean, but it was ripped and was more fitting to be a rag. "Ah, something like that. Anyway, Suzu!" Fuyuki immediately covered his mouth with her hands and shook her head with a look as if scolding a kid. "Gen is gonna ask you a question first!" Kazuki relented and nodded before Fuyuki removed her hands then gave him a thumbs up. He then looked at Gen finally noticing her. "Oh, morning." He then scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, seems so." The people who heard were surprised, because this was the first time that the Hellion had willingly said he would be attending a class. Everyone acted as if the end of the world was about to come.

"Shut up!" He yelled at the others, but it was more out of embarrassment than actual anger. The jeers continued and he answered in fervor. It seemed that despite the bad reputation that Kazuki had, he seems at ease with his fellow classmates. Fuyuki giggled at this and then looked at Gen and then gave her a wink whatever for, only she knew. "Well, Gen and I should be going now! After all, we have a game to play! And there's no way I want to look so uncool in front of B-kun!" Kazuki quickly looked back at Fuyuki and released the head of a classmate he was giving a head nuggie to. "Hey wait, Suzu! I need to--"

Fuyuki cut him off with that smile of hers, completely unassuming but also filled with meaning. "Let's talk later, okay? That's if you win. Because, there's no way. Gen and I would lose! Right?" She looked at Gen with a competitive smile while raising her hand into a fist pump. "So, off we go! Find your teammates too okay? See ya!" Fuyuki then tugged on Gen's hand as she went ahead, leading the way. Kazuki voiced his protest, but knew that if Fuyuki decides on something, it's sealed, and so, he reached out to the one more reasonable. His hand grabbed hold of Gen's hand, then lightly pulled her towards him, closing the gap between them a bit. "Watch over her, if you can." His lips now beside Gen's ear, a whisper. "You don't owe me, but you're the only one I have." He pulled away after as Fuyuki was now calling out to Gen. There was no sign of his devilshness, but his gold eyes held a serious depth. "Later." He waved at her with that carefree smile and walked away, as he focused on finding his team, only to be surprised soon enough as to who is his teammate.

Athleticism + 1 to Fuyuki

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She accepted his excuse. She herself had been late to many things because of her brother. There was no sense in chewing her junior out because of it. Ikari’s salmon eyes narrowed at the note of disinterest in his voice. It was a vaguely familiar tone. Not one that she has come across very often, but it dawned on her very quickly that she had that same tone a couple years ago. Wow so that’s what it was like hearing from me. A nostalgic smile displayed itself across her lips although now wasn’t the time to be feeling melancholic in the least bit. She had to present for her Junior.

When she had extended her hand Ikari’s first thought was that he wasn’t going to take it considering the hint of hesitation she could feel from him. Her lips started to curl downwards in disapproval, but they were just as quick to quirk upwards when he took it. His grip was firm although that still wasn’t enough proof for her to say that he’s as athletic as he appears to be.

"Senior partner...? I'm Mi-....uhm, Kaito is preferred actually..." Nodding along to this Ikari was slightly confused. She was under the impression he already knew what she meant to him as his senior partner, but apparently the school failed to inform the kid. β€œWell Kaito-kun as your designated Senior I’ll be your guide, a mentor so to speak. You can come to me for whatever reason let it be academics, social life definitely athletics, and whatever else I didn’t cover.”

Ikari couldn’t help but snort at his comment. β€œWe’ll see about that.” She smirked before dropping it for a more pleasant expression, at least as pleasant as she could make. A part of her was actually quite happy that he had a question, but she wasn’t expecting him to ask about her being athletic. She never considered herself to be the athletic type per se but rather specifically as a boxer, a well ranked one at that. While she certainly wanted to brag about her title she didn’t want to scare the kid away or have him call her a gorilla. So with a coy smile, Ikari responded to his question. β€œLet’s just say I needed an outlet.”

She hoped that would be enough to keep him interested in her without giving too much away. Ikari didn’t want to mistaken for those girls who only partake in athletics for aesthetics. That wasn’t what it was all about. It was about the passion that came with being a part of a recognized sport, especially with something like boxing. Her hands tightened into fists with the thumb automatically carressing the joints on her bent fingers.

At the mention of tag rugby she gave a sidelong glance at her junior. He appeared athletic, but she won’t know for sure until she sees him play. He was smaller than most of the guys there, but he could have other talents. She was pretty curious as to how well he’ll do. It looked like she wouldn’t be able to work alongside him which was fine. It just meant she would have a harder time observing him. Ikair shared his chuckle, but the Kris Kringle event wasn’t something she looked forwards to. She had never given gifts to another person, but it shouldn’t be that hard regardless she needed to listen out for her team

TEAM VIOLET
Akibara Ikari, Miyamoto Kazuki, Belrose Aeon and Argyris Cassiopeia!"


Ikari’s face immediately darkened. Of all the people she was to be teamed up with it would be those two jacka**es. Rubbing her temples, Ikari muttered to herself. With a very angry scowl, Ikari stood up to get her flags just barely catching her juniors words of good luck. She did raise her hand to acknowledge it, but she was too irritated for words. Aeon was just a rich kid with a stick up his a**. One of many types of people that she abhorred. Kazuki was just the same. They shared acquaintances in their earlier years, and she didn’t want a reminder of that.

The pink haired senior snatched up her flags and quickly pulled out a name from the Kris Kringle box then stuffing the slip of paper into her pocket. Everyone around her avoided eye contact because that look of anger was a familiar one. Few wanted to get in her way in case she bit their heads off or beat them to a pulp. She wasn’t dubbed the Pink Typhoon for nothing.

Looking for her teammates, Ikari caught sight of Kazuki’s crazy hair while also picking out Aeon’s irritatingly pristine form standing on his own. As she walked towards Aeon she noticed that his arm was in a sling which made her more annoyed than before. β€œHow the hell are we supposed to . . .” she muttered angrily to herself. Her muttering quieted down to a seething silence. Ikari crossed her arms across her chest, head tilted up to glare at Aeon. She had no intention of losing because of this guy. Thankfully he was the athletic type. Ikari has seen him in action before, and she knew he could handle himself pretty good. Whether that sling would get in the way of that only time would tell.

Kazuki still needed to join up with the group. Her salmon colored eyes searched the crowds for his crazy hair. He looked a little preoccupied with some smaller girl(Fuyuki) and Gen. Ikari bristled at the sight of him being near her friend. Calm down. Gen can handle herself. She is fine. Soon he’ll be my problem and not hers. β€œKazuki! Get your ass over here! We don't have all day ya know." The latter half was moreso to herself than to the others, but her voice was loud enough he should have been able to hear her, sending fairly malicious leer in his direction.





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Kido-sensei appeared impressed of his statement and simply stated that team effort can go a long way. There is truth to that and yet Aeon still sees the need to discuss the situation with his teammates. It should be fine if it was just a conversation, however he had the inkling that it would not be proceeding smoothly, considering the animosity that was directed towards him by both members. First, Akibara, Ikari whom he had only heard in passing. Dialogues between them never happened as their paths do not cross however, he is not oblivious to the apparent dislike directed at him when they are within each other's vicinity. It would not be denied that he was curious for the cause, but like anything else, it was fleeting. The result, he did not care as long as it does not get in his way. After all, such negative feelings aimed at him were common. They were not enough to pierce him.

Then, Miyamoto, Kazuki, the Trash as he had labeled the man. Aeon had accepted the fact they would always clash. The two of them simply do not have a mutuality or even a courtesy that shall allow them to communicate on civility. This notion only strengthened by what transpired yesterday. His broken arm was an inevitable reminder of permitting himself to immerse in trouble than to avoid it. Fortunately, Cassiopeia was not present and unaware. He knew she would be extremely troubled about what occurred. There was no need for that, thus this incident would not reach her ears. Ignorance is bliss. Setting the possible enmity aside, he evoked propriety. It was not that difficult to do for him, since everything is just business to him."Ohayou gozaimasu, Akibara-san." He did notice her gaze on his sling which was followed by a glare. That was to be expected. "I have informed Kido-sensei of the present situation of the team and handicaps." He ended it at that as it would be far efficient to share what he must when they are all together.

Miyamoto is a truant. Still, Aeon could not completely cross him out with Hayashi-sensei as a determining factor. Aptly noted, Akibara soon spotted the Hellion. It was correct not to erase the possibility then. His eyes gaze at that direction and saw that troublesome guy. Those were not the only individual that took his fleeting interest. However, his face did not relay a change, remaining in its immaculate indifference, the internal array of his emotions hidden in the vaguest of categories, even he was not privy to. Thus, his intentions sealed to any prying eyes. That was how it had always been as he waited in patience. Once, the two had come to a conclusion of their meaningless battle of ego. He began, "Ohayou gozaimasu, Miyamoto-san.". It was delivered without a speck, though, he would need to comment on one thing. "I would not hold you on what you wish to wear, however if you want to change into something fitting for the class. I have a spare you could use if you do not have your own." Whether that was done out of spite or not, one cannot say with him as always.

Eyes always on Aeon never failed to notice every detail of his interactions. They began to gossip, sharing in whispers, still it could be heard. The topics were, about him and Miyamoto being rivals in love for Cassiopeia, there was also a talk of revenge in regards to him dangling Miyamoto, there were also ones of them being close friends, and something he was not fond of hearing. There are more, but he has no interest in the assumptions of others. "In addition, I would like to inform both of you and make a decision of your own. Cassiopeia is currently taking a leave from school, so she shall not be present." He was calm as ever as he continued on. "We shall be one member short. There should also be a question about my broken arm. It would not be a hindrance. Kido-sensei does not see a problem with our team as it is." He took a brief pause assessing the two with their reactions, before proceeding. "However, it is your volition whether you want to play under these conditions or not."

His fellow students that were nearby could not help but adore the School Idol more due to his unfazed manner in addressing the two other seniors known to be rather temperamental especially towards him. The most prominent consensus is him being described as cool. Aeon of course does not care and proceeded to gather the velcro belt and the violet tag. It appeared to be hard to wear it around his waist with one hand. That is why some of the students nearby began to offer their aid. After all, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to wrap their arms around him, even if it was just for the belt. The only problem was, there was no need. He refused their offer with his usual distant politeness. "There is no need. Do not be concerned. I can handle it fine."

True to his words, he had worn the belt smoothly. Aeon even made it look so refined in the process, though that was not an intention. That was simply inherent. Nevertheless, it was an effective gesture to make the other students find him yet amazing. Ignoring the eyes lingering on his form, he assessed if everything about him is fine. He was now prepared and even if it was just a simple activity. It would not do well for him to not make notable effort. However, he simply stood there waiting for the whistle to be blown. Others could not help but take glimpses of him, for he look highly sophisticated and poised. But as always, he simply tuned such attention out and focused on strategy. There were no specific targets in his mind, though the less athletic types were easier targets in the manner of game. It would be easy for him to do that, but this is a team activity. Cooperation is key. The question is if his teammates are so inclined to.

Aeon looked at his teammates for confirmation. His choice of words were a play. Of course, he has no personal emotion invested in them. Thus, its true meaning was to inform the two he is aware of their dislike towards him, but it did not mean they cannot work together for a task if required. For in the end, it is their skills he needed, not them."Shall we have a truce."

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Gen listened attentively to Fuyuki mention Johnny and a 'B-kun.' She didn't know who B-kun could be but the new girl had already made some friends in such a short amount of time. It was good news for an Inryoku member to possess the ability to get along and make fast friends. Gen could see it happening because Fuyuki was really easy to get along with, agreeable to working the lunch shift and with a positive glowing aura. "I really appreciate it darling~ This lunch indeed and wearing uniform is doable. We're still working out everyone's costume sizes for next week." Gen smiled brightly the whole conversation through covering all her questions.

Kazuki and Fuyuki knowing each other and quite well too by the way they behaved and called each other personal nicknames made her feel uneasy, like an outsider looking in. She didn't know what their relationship was but it was unusual, Kazuki deciding in a matter of minutes to behave and confront the Airdalen staff right after being reunited with Fuyuki. "Hey, Gen. Will you take someone like him in?" Gen snapped out of her thoughts and forced a smile that had been worked on with years of practice as the brown-haired girl giggled. Now she was beginning to worry. Fuyuki's question was oddly phrased like Kazuki was a stray animal she could take under her wing but Gen was confident there were greater implications underneath it as easygoing as Fuyuki's tone carried it. Does she know or is she guessing with how charming he is? "Me?" she pointed to herself and let her surprise show through her eyes. "I think you're better suited for looking after him darling~ he's attending class today because of you." She moved the spotlight from her relationship with Kazuki to the obvious closeness of theirs and continued to smile to convince both Fuyuki and herself not to entertain the thought.

Kazuki returned eager to talk more with Fuyuki but the brown-haired girl directed him her way instead so she could tell him good morning. Gen's worry grew at the girl's initiative, suspicious that she was catching on and trying to intervene a little. While she appreciated the thought, she really did not think it was a good idea. Gen's plan was to move away from liking Kazuki, a man who wouldn't meet her ideals in love and romance. Surely, pursuing such a wish would only break her heart. "Oh, morning." Her breathing almost hitched in her throat because Kazuki didn't even see that she was standing right there if not for Fuyuki β€”she was invisible to him. Even as a commotion started up from Kazuki's admittance to staying for class, Gen was speechless. Her hands gripped each other tightly behind her back telling herself over and over not to show how hurt she was but the negative insecure thoughts kept piling up. Once the insecurity began to build for Gen, they were hard to stop. Of course he didn't notice me, he doesn't know me and he doesn't care to. I'm just another girl, another girl among many other girls like the girl he was with on Halloween. How could I allow this, how could I be so stupid? Why do I always think fate and what have you will work out?

Gen's exterior remained composed out of hostess habit, relaxing her hands and only biting her lip. Her hopeless romantic side was definitely depressed but she knew she shouldn't have been that surprised when it came to the womanizer.. she should have known all along. Fuyuki winked at her and Gen blinked twice in succession catching it but having nothing to say or react with. If Fuyuki was going to try matchmaking them, Gen would have to do something about that. I'll quit while I'm ahead. It was a mistake. "Well, Gen and I should be going now! After all, we have a game to play! And there's no way I want to look so uncool in front of B-kun!" Gen smiled in approval towards Fuyuki, keen to leave this tense situation behind her and the sooner the better. Gen didn't know how long she could stand there without breaking. "Hey wait, Suzu! I need to--""Let's talk later, okay? That's if you win. Because, there's no way. Gen and I would lose! Right?" Gen simply nodded her head, not trusting herself to speak when she felt this bad.

When Fuyuki ushered her to follow it should have been that simple to keep up with the lively girl's steps but Kazuki whisked her away before she could say no. As his hand grabbed hold of hers and brought her closer, to say she panicked was an understatement. Her heart was pounding like a drum playing at a painful rhythmic pattern and she had to remind herself to breathe. She was used to getting hit on and flirted with but it was cruel if done by someone she cannot afford to be with. "Watch over her, if you can." Her panic subsided when she understood and her lips thinned. She was not being hit on or flirted with, she was being asked a favor. If he was not holding her hand or this close, she might have held onto her heart to stop it from dropping completely to the floor. Am I relieved or disappointed? "You don't owe me, but you're the only one I have."

Her eyes opened a tad wider not able to hide her shock anymore. What does he mean only one....? He has friends, he has girls.. he has. She forced her own thoughts to a halt because she didn't want to be caught too long in a daze. She would not allow him to see right through her. Her dangling earrings brushed against her cheek as Gen unlinked their hands to finally muster the courage to look Kazuki in the eyes ever since the start. She was confused, hurt and frustrated but nobody had to know especially not him. "There are no need for debts between friends. Fuyu is a nice girl and I look after my own." Gen asserted herself as merely friends with him and that while she was willing to do favors for friends, that this one was of her own free will. Fuyuki was a member of her club and as a member, falling under her responsibility but it was also personally important to her that he know she was not a girl to be played with to do his bidding. "Later." she waved back to Kazuki and somehow managed to skip after Fuyuki although her body felt as heavy as cement after confronting him like that, tucking away all her frazzled emotions behind a habit to look presentable.

"Ohayo gozaimasu~" she greeted Sora standing with Fuyuki with what remaining energy she had left to sound cheerful. Sora's presence was not making her feel any better after he almost jeopardized her reputation under a false rumor. But the show must go on.. She brushed back her hair with her fingers that were falling loose from her braid, holding back a sigh. Gen longed for a break but even then it was not really a break, she had Aeon and the principal next to deal with on her agenda. Grin and bear it.. I have to. "Figuratively speaking... are we allowed to surrender, individually of course..?" Gen turned around wishing Shiori also a good morning but her fellow classmate was not in a good mood of her own. "I'm sure it won't be that bad." Gen tried to reassure her but Mr. Kido's booming voice cut the discussion short. "Everyone readyyyy?! If you haven't picked up your Kris Kringle, make sure to do it before leaving class! When I blow the whistle, tag rugby will start! Last team standing wins!" Oh, I almost forgot.. She took a step closer to Shiori for the box of names. "May I?" Her hand reached out to retrieve a name but unfolding the tiny piece of paper declared that today was going to be the worst. Aeon?! She barely had time to collect her opinion on how cruel fate was being to her when the whistle's sound ringed in her ears and she felt one of her tags tugged from her belt. She turned around, her braid flying off her shoulder but it was all in vain as she went eye-to-eye with the perpetrator who already had the tag in his hand. β€œHey there, darling,” "Jay!" Gen screamed out as the cheeky junior slid past her, leaving her feeling embarrassed at how quickly she was going to lose this with only one tag left.





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At this very moment, Kazuki's feelings were mixed between elation, confusion, and desperation. They were on varying levels because he finally met the glorified past, he kept close to him. It might appear he generally doesn't care, well, that is how he really is, but even then, there are things he holds dear. He really wanted to talk with Suzu right now, but she is someone you can't force into anything. So, he would step back for now, but once this class is over. He won't back down, because he has a lot of questions only she can answer. He was in that state of mind of dissecting his thoughts when he heard his name being called.

He looked at the person and rolled his eyes. "The hell I care! Pink Mushroom! I don't have time to waste on ya!" He shouted back with that signature smirk of his and that set of devilish gaze were back on, enough to swoon the nearby girls. Well, he has no idea who were his teammates actually since, he just arrived now and completely missed out on the what the teacher said. He did talk with them, but it was more of a lecture than being oriented. So, he's a blank. Though, his eyes narrowed in irritation when he looked behind the transvestite. "Tsk!" He clicked his tongue because, that ashen bastard is there as he veered away from them, but

"Hey Kaz!" One of the guys, he knew approached him and draped an arm over his shoulder. "Where ya going? Your team is over there, you know." The guy motioned towards where the two people on his avoid and punch-to-death list are. "You gotta be kidding me, right?" He looked at his acquaintance who shook smirked at him. "Nope! You should look at your face, Kaz! He removed the arm and sighed a big one. This day was really a roller coaster for him. "Screw it!" He marched towards the man-girl and then to the Prince of Asphalt begrudgingly. "This is twisted." He muttered under his breath as he looked at the sling of the Bastard Prince.

The greeting given to him made it feel awkward and annoyed him. The guy talked to him as if what happened yesterday was not even worthy of his attention. It annoyed him especially when he noted of his clothes and offered. "Who died and made you saint?" He noted while crossing his arms. "We're strangers, aren't we?" He smirked at this, but the guy was still flawlessly undisturbed. "I don't need it." The guy really annoys him, but hearing Cassiopeia being absent, reminded him of how weak she looked. "You have a big heart, Kazuki-kun." He wanted to ask if she was all right or something, but he stifled himself. Because, he remembered how that guy looked at him, as if he was the the most idiotic or even an amoeba.

Anyway, he wasn't going to back down. How would it look like if he just stay out of this one and the guy with the sling plays on. Hell no! "As if that would stop me." He went and get his velcro belt and tags after the model ass got his. So, their team's color is violet, huh. He wore his belt and attached the violet tags on it. He glanced towards the so-called School Idol. as usual, the guy was sparkling and he almost shielded his eyes from it and the people around them soaked in it. He couldn't deny the guy was good in the eyes, but no way he'll say it. "Let's get this show on the road." He then remembered what Suzu said that he should win. That's why even if it goes against his many principles, and yes he does have principles, or something resembling that. "Truce for now. You handle the small fries." He knows the game, and he doesn't like teaming up with a mushroom and a dunce, but he knew they can handle themselves fine."Tag it is." He stretched his muscles and had that predatory gleam.


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For the most part, her team wasn't doing very well. A girl (Fuyuki) snagged Bishop's tag already. Akira snickered a bit, but she didn't say anything to further taunt him. She did enjoy that it was a girl though. The girl had such a sweet and aesthetically pleasing appearance, one reason Akira felt guys often underestimated girls, and that's why it likely turned out the way that it did. The girl (Fuyuki) was clever, Akira gave her that. When Akira realized someone (Rocco) was going for Mai's tag her first instinct was to help, but before she knew it a familiar face was headed straight for her. Akira ducked down as he lunged for her, attempting to swipe his tag as he zoomed by. It couldn't be helped, Akira knew that she couldn't defend Mai with so many students in the room so she had no choice but to switch to offense, "Hahaha. You're not getting my tag that easily. Not today, Watari-san." Akira smirked at him.

If SUCCESSFUL: If she managed to snag Kei's tag she would wave it in front of him tauntingly, sticking the tip of her tongue out a little. After he underestimated her ability she couldn't help but rub in her success a little.

If FAILURE: If Akira missed his tag for some reason she would frown, but her grin quickly returned, "Better watch out, next time I won't miss." she teased in a friendly manner.

She wasn't sure if Mai's tag was stolen or not, but after the attack on her group, Akira grabbed Mai by the hand and led her closer to where Bishop stood. It looked like their entire team had a big target on their backs, "Guess we're popular today." She grinned to Mai and Bishop with a laugh. Then she looked around, trying to locate the other member of their team. He was so tall it should have been easy, but Akira's short stature made it difficult to see over the crashing waves of taller students, "Has anyone seen Farelli-san?" Akira asked while looking around. She would have to find a target soon. The game would be over for her team in no time if they didn't start capturing some flags.

Akira noticed that Kei was on the same team as her doppelganger, but she really didn't have much time to dwell on anything. She was in fight or flight mode and she couldn't focus on Kaito even if she wanted to with all of the students zooming by. Mostly Akira was looking around for Rhys for a rematch, but finding him wasn't as easy as she would have thought given that she was lacking in the height department. While looking for him she noticed Kazuki was present for class. Immediately she shot forward, "Watch out Mai-chan, Trander-san! I'll be back soon!" she shouted behind her as she made a bee-line for the senior. She wasn't sure if he was athletic or not, but she wanted to get back at him after he embarrassed her at the club recruitment fair. She wasn't the type to turn to violence for answers anymore, so stealing his tag would be the best bet, right? One of his team had a sling (Aeon), and the other she had never seen before (Ikari). It was a risk going in all by herself, but wasn't that what this game was all about? Taking risks? She still had both of her tags thankfully. It seemed she was more athletic than Kei at least... but would that be enough? Mostly Akira was just trying to prove to herself that Kazuki didn't intimidate her, but she wasn't sure if that was true or not. Her heart was beating like crazy as she ran across the gym, dodging random students she had never met that made an attempt for her flag while she made her way to where Kazuki stood. She did her best to sneak up behind him, reaching for the tag on the right side of his belt. It was nerve-wracking, given his team could attempt to come to his rescue, but if she was fast enough she might be able to get the hell out of dodge before things went south.

If SUCCESSFUL: If Akira managed to steal Kazuki's flag she would be stunned for a second, a little surprised that she actually managed to get it, but would run off with a look of accomplishment on her features, "Seeya, Miyamoto!" shooting him a peace sign as she ran away.

If FAILURE: Upon failing to snatch the tag, Akira stumbled a bit, mentally cursing to herself. She actually didn't cuss very much, especially out loud. Though now she was wide open for a counter attack. Shit...This is bad... She thought to herself, trying to piece together her next move.





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It was chaos across the gym floor. Kazuki was completely in his element if he would say it. This was perfect that he couldn't help but smirk. There was no way, he would allow himself to lose, so he began scanning for targets for him to prey upon. But, his eyes spy a certain kitten (Akira) trying to pounce on a predator like him. This would be an enjoyable as he appeared as if he didn't notice, but that was far from the truth. After all, the Hellion was well-known in surprise attacks and ambushes more than anyone, Then, in terms of running around, well, it's obvious that he's an expert on that.

He waited for the proper time and when the attack happened, he slipped by starting with a step to the left and then circling around the kitten (Akira). His flag still safely attached on his velcro belt. This made the kitten stumble (Akira) and he took the opportunity to have his arms snaked around his attacker's waist smoothly. Well, the body was greatly smaller than his and if he wasn't mistaken, this was supposed to be a boy's correct? He pulled the body closer to him and then positioned his mouth beside the kitten's (Akira) ear. "Well, I don't mind being pounced on more often."

His voice held that signature tease and even without looking one could even imagine that his golden eyes were sparkling from delight of mischief. "As long as it's a girl." He blew on his attacker's ear before releasing the guy while smoothly detaching the two flags around the kitten's (Akira) belt. [If allowed, if not, he would not have the flags] He then took a step back and have the devilish grin on his handsome face. "You're not one, right? Too bad, I don't swing that way. But really, you should work out more." He eyed the white-haired kid. "You're too girly-looking." Then, the whistle blow meaning that the game has ended. That sucks, he was just getting pumped up, but, the faster it ends, the faster he could go and see her. He then called the white prick's attention (Aeon) "Oi Mister-has-a-stick-in-his ass.". He then threw the flags [if he has it] along with his. Then, looked back at the kitten (Akira) "Well, see ya later, Neko-chan."

He then walked away before someone threw an arm over his shoulder. "Oi! Have you picked your Kris Kringle? Who is it?" It was one of the guys he used to skip classes with. "Kris Kringle? What's that?" The guy continued on while shaking his head. Well, this was to be expected Kazuki was never one for school activities and all that crap. "Come on man! You get to be a secret santa! Here! I'll pick one for you!" The guy went to the class prez then drew one without looking at it then handed the paper to the famous delinquent of Airdalen. "Hmm..." Kazuki took it. He wasn't interested in the thought of giving, but he is curious as to who he should give a gift to.

"Whatever." He opened the slip of paper. If it was possible to physically explode, he would. The name written on the paper read, "Ikari Akibara". Why is this happening to him? "No way. I want a redraw now." He stated, then again, he could always just skip it as always. "Eh, why?" The guy who drew it for him asked. He removed the arm and sighed. "Stupidity incarnate." But, then his eyes caught the figure of Fuyuki. That's right, he just couldn't skip classes like always. "Tsk. I'll see ya later." He then walked away from his friend as he made his path towards the only one who could answer him his questions. Just like that, he zoned in on Fuyuki who left a permanent impact on him.
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Aeon chose not to response anymore despite any unimaginative drivel directed at him. It is because he had already done what was needed for this activity to proceed smoothly. Upon hearing their agreement to the truce, he did not care further. Their cooperation would probably be not the epitome of seamless actions, however that should be enough. There was no point involving himself into troublesome matters. The arm sling he has was a glaringly reminder. There was no need for another. Thus, he would only do what must required, such as participating in this game. His eyes looked around his surroundings and he could tell that most were participating. It was rather noisy, but that was to be expected of this activity.

Likewise, Aeon was soon dragged into the chaos induced by the Physical Education subject and its teacher. The one who did so was a female with a dark skin color, a show of rare ethnicity, whom he had never seen before. In a brief analysis, she was a nobody to him. That assessment was enough for him not to ponder any deeper into this newcomer. He simply focused on the fact she believed that he would be a vulnerable target. Although, most dare not approach him as if there was an unspoken rule not to bother him. This was most likely the product of their ridiculous notion of him. Regardless of that opinion, the girl's conclusion was logical when his current condition was taken into consideration. There was albeit a hole in that deduction. The handicap believed he possessed in the form of his arm sling does not affect his movements.

To prove so, a smooth motion was made by taking a step to his right and added a well-crafted half-spin with ample torque allowing him to move to his attacker's side. Aeon's hair that was unbound flowed with him like a glittering golden silk. The action made those who were watching 'oohed and aahed'. It cannot be helped as he effortlessly and without intention appear so elegantly poised and beautiful at the same time. All of these were ignored perfectly by him as he had effectively defended himself. His tags remained on his belt and it would only be right for him to return the gesture. It was reflected outwardly without a flicker of hesitation in his movements. His left hand reached out, however it did not target the tags as one would expect. That should not be an issue when it comes to the School's Idol in a sense. He is after all a man who had been deemed a mystery, both alluring and dangerous.

"Simply business." Aeon stated as he presented the red tag/s he had efficiently removed from the girl's waist, along with its belt {If allowed, if not only one tag}. He did not speak any further as the whistle had been blown. The game had finally come to an end. Students gathered around him as they cannot help but admire him for his actions despite his seen injury. As for the man himself, this was utter nonsense. It was not a victory anyone would be overwhelmingly proud of. This was not even a serious altercation as a show of athleticism. It was just a game that can be won with wit, guile and a bit of muscles. That is why their praises fell on deaf ears. He only reacted when one or rather most began to offer their own tags as some kind of gift. This did not earn his favor. "Do not bother. I have no need for it. My own effort is enough." His words remained politely distant, yet one could somehow feel a draft of coldness.

Once that was stated, Aeon exited the crowd. He was well aware of people who would cater his favor due to his lineage and status. However, it was surprising to see such response was still given even with his identity shrouded. People are unfathomable and yet predictable, a deadly combination. How troublesome. Speaking of which, his attention shifted when he caught from the corner of his eyes some flags and belt thrown in his direction. He instinctively caught it with his left hand easily and gazed at the one responsible for it. The 'trash' Miyamoto did so, the call for him was completely unheard as he had decided not to pay attention to worthlessness. He did not provide anymore attention to it as he continued on his way. There were other matters he had to attend to. Thus, he returned the tags and belts in his possession.

There was nothing else needed for Aeon to do except to wait for the class to end which would be after the winners were announced along with Kido-sensei's parting words if there were any. He had already drew his Kris Kringle earlier when he returned the materials for the Tag Rugby. The name on it was known to him as it was a fellow senior. There was nothing more to that and he has no problems with providing a gift as required. Still, he would have declined to participate if it was not for a certain pink-haired princess whom he had also drew for. Cassiopeia was far more troublesome to deal with and the result, he was now part of this event. In addendum, he did not read who would be Cassiopeia giving a gift to. People may call him cold, sinister, and everything else in between, but he knew well what is proper and not.

Nevertheless, Aeon had settled himself in a nearby bench awaiting for dismissal. He was calm and pristine as always. There was not even an ounce of sweat or any form of mess upon his form. His visage was greatly desired along with his popularity. One could even hear cameras clicking, taking pictures of him. Like always, he had not paid attention to it. Instead, he had something else in his thoughts. He recalled the punishment enacted by the school authority. There was the discussion with Fukui who harbors dislike towards him. It was not something that fazed him, almost none could do so. Then, the cafeteria duty with Miyamoto. From what he had observed, the Hellion as dubbed had yet to know. He believed that Hayashi-sensei would inform his nephew soon enough about the repercussions of that dispute. There will always be consequences and he simply has to deal with it. His lunchtime which was his moment of peace shall now be very troublesome for this week.

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