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Misaki Serinuma

Boys... they look so beautiful together! What could be better than two princes hopelessly devoted to one another!? (Stats Updated)

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a character in “No-Go AA+”, as played by Stiles

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๏ผฆ๏ผต๏ผฌ๏ผฌ ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ
      Misaki Serinuma

๏ผฎ๏ผฉ๏ผฃ๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ(๏ผณ)
      Misa-chan, Inu-chan, Mi-chan
"My name is Misaki, NOT Inu-chan!"


Image๏ผง๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผค๏ผฅ๏ผฒ
      Female

๏ผก๏ผง๏ผฅ
      Eighteen

G R๏ผกD๏ผฅ
      Senior

๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผธ๏ผต๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน
      Heterosexual
"I like boys. I'm not into girls."

๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน
      ยฝ Chinese and ยฝ Japanese
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"I'm a teenager: I have a messy room, I spend most of my time online, and I'm crazy about boys.. perhaps a little more than normal...but what girl hates gay guys!?!"


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๏ผจ๏ผฅ๏ผฉ๏ผง๏ผจ๏ผด
      5'6''

๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผฉ๏ผง๏ผจ๏ผด
      129

๏ผจ๏ผก๏ผฉ๏ผฒ ๏ผฃ๏ผฏ๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ
      Dark violet ombrรฉ

๏ผฅ๏ผน๏ผฅ ๏ผฃ๏ผฏ๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ
      emerald green

Image๏ผฆ๏ผก C E C L A I M
      Kae Serinuma

๏ผง๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฌ ๏ผก๏ผฐ๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฎ๏ผฃ๏ผฅ
      Misaki is slightly above average height for a female, and has a rather slim figure. She has vibrant green eyes that give off a hypnotizing glow, like two large emeralds. She has long, dark violet hair, which she usually has kept natural, a slight wave or straight depending on the day. She is always playing around with her options when it comes to her hair on the weekends though. Her wardrobe consists of namely bright colors; pinks, blues, yellows and white. She only wears her hair in a basic ponytail when she's distracted and needs to focus.
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"What happens when your life gets turned upside down..? How does one survive drastic change?"

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      โ˜ฎ Awkward โ˜ฎ Energetic โ˜ฎ Loner โ˜ฎ Clumsy โ˜ฎ Indecisive โ˜ฎ Stubborn โ˜ฎ Hesitant โ˜ฎ Easily Embarrassed โ˜ฎ

      Misaki has always been an energetic person, but she was always socially awkward growing up as she was born second and was always left behind in her older brother's shadow. She always was a bit....different, but the second she picked up her first BL manga it all became clear. Misaki finally understood what made her different from everyone else around her. She never felt that she fit in with her classmates, which made her feel isolated her entire life, but then it suddenly made sense. She was not looking to be a princess like most girls in her class, she preferred to watch two men grow closer from afar. When she was younger Misaki would eat a lot of junk food while reading, often not paying attention to her actual intake. Overtime she became quite obese and finally her mother became fed up. Misaki's trust fund was put on freeze until she shed the extra weight, so she spent an entire summer losing weight. It was absolute torture going through the trainer's exercise regimen, but with the help of her personal trainer and the motivation of being able to buy manga again, Misaki managed to shed the pounds over break. She isn't very fond of change, actually she avoids it at all costs. She likes the simplicity of her life and she is terrified of the unknown, especially romance. She has never given it thought, so the idea that someone could ever like her has never really crossed her mind. Misaki wouldn't even know how to handle it as she has never been noticed at school, let alone hit on. She is a fast talker, and has times when she can be extremely impatient and tough to handle. She is caring and puts other people's feelings into account, often times before her own. She gets embarrassed easily and often will leave a situation if she feels she isn't equipped to handle it. She is the type of girl who is ALWAYS late for class, but NEVER misses a meal. She is always seen running around trying to make it on time (and totally failing most of the time) and her emotions rest on her sleeves, leaving her an open book to just about everyone.

๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
      โ˜… Food โ˜… Her brother โ˜… MANGA โ˜… Watching BL anime โ˜… Reading BL Manga โ˜… Watching guys interact from afar โ˜… Video games โ˜… Daydreaming โ˜… Naps โ˜…

๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
      โœ˜ Dogs โœ˜ Vegetables โœ˜ Oranges โœ˜ Athletics โœ˜ Academics โœ˜ Being Center of Attention โœ˜ Romantic advances โœ˜ Conflict โœ˜

๏ผด๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผด๏ผณ
      โ™ฆ Reading โ™ฆ
      It's a hobby she developed as a child, but she has grown quite obsessed with reading, especially BL Manga. She absolutely loves yaoi and reads it often, even at school. She tucks the manga into her text books and flips away at the pages discreetly seeing as many BL manga are often quite dirty and not considered appropriate reading material for high school students. Considering she has always been relatively invisible due to her round figure and the rest of her forgettable physical appearance.

      โ™ฆ Hairstyling โ™ฆ
      She had spare time when she was not allowed to buy new manga so Misaki took up playing around with different hair styles. At first it felt ridiculous watching YouTube videos to learn, but she has grown really good at it and her mother often begs Misaki to style her hair every day now. The chance to bond with her otherwise distant and strict mother is something Misaki enjoys immensely, so she has kept up the habit of learning how to do the newer styles that come out as quickly as possible.

      โ™ฆ Baking โ™ฆ
      This is something that her nanny taught her, and the reason her nanny was also fired. Misaki had always been a heavy eater as a child, but after she was taught to bake for herself the consumption of sweets went up exponentially. At first her mother did not understand the gradual weight gain, which was perfectly natural considering neither of her parents were home a majority of the day. However, one day Misaki's mother caught her baking and has since then forbid her from doing so unless under supervision. Misaki sneaks and makes a few things every now and then, but due to the lock on her trust fund, she has developed a sense of self control, even if eating the entire batch in one sitting is still painfully tempting.

๏ผฆ๏ผฌ๏ผก๏ผท๏ผณ
      โœ– Overeating โœ–
      At first she overate because the flavors were addictive, but even then she knew her limit. However the less she saw her parents around the house growing up, the more time Misaki spent eating away her boredom. She knew from the beginning that it was not a solution, but yummy snacks took her mind off of the loneliness she felt. Before she knew it, it was a full blown addiction and she couldn't stop even when she absolutely wanted to. She spent several nights crying because of a recent binge, but no matter how many times she told herself it was the last time, she always gave in to indulgence.

      โœ– Sensitive โœ–
      Misaki can be very sensitive when it comes to those around her. She takes other's words to heart and she usually can't tell a joke from the truth. She tries to take everything with a grain of salt, but after a while she finds it hard to ignore who she really is and often gives into paranoia and doubt. This is one of the reasons she does not want to fall in love. That, and the fact that she feels no one could love a fujoshi, further deepening her sensitivity and issues with trusting others with her secrets.

      โœ– She runs away from personal problems โœ–
      She's failing a class? Hide the report card. She's sick? She pretends she's fine. Problems at home? She runs away. Has a crush on a boy? She pushes him away. No matter what the problem is, if it's her own problem, Misaki will push it away. She is afraid of conflict to the point that she'd rather avoid it at all costs and ruin a relationship, than risk watching it fall apart right before her eyes. She ran away from home several times in the past. She is quite familiar with all of Japan, mostly due to all of the train rides she's taken to get out of Tokyo. Her parents have told her if she runs away again; she's offically disowned, because they're fed up with her continous cowardice.

๏ผฆ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผณ
      โ˜ขSomeone realizing she used to be obeseโ˜ข Given that no one ever noticed her before, Misaki would like to remain invisible. However, if she absolutely must interact with others, she would prefer that they never learn what she used to look like. She has went to extensive lengths to rid any evidence of her old self, namely secretly scratching out her own picture in every year book that is located in the school library. Aside from old year books that belonged to other students, there is little to clue others in on who Misaki used to be. She doesn't want to be remembered or judged by the size of her body, but she knows better than anyone that skinny is popular and fat is second class. Hell, even poor students received more attention than she had when she was overweight. She felt like a wall decoration that everyone looked over. She hopes they never get curious enough to look back, because she's never had to handle bullying before. To everyone on the streets and at Imageschool she was nonexistent and she preferred that to terrorized any day.

      โ˜ขLoveโ˜ข Misaki absolutely terrified of it, this is without a doubt her greatest fear, well, only when it pertains to HER falling in love or someone else falling in love with her. She witnessed the pain her mother went through when her father filed for divorce and it left her somewhat traumatized. That brought on the obvious question: What was to stop a romantic partner from doing the same thing to her? It's a complicated situation for Misaki, but she has survived so far with her Fujoshi lifestyle, watching boys from afar and secretly pairing them together in her mind, but also reading a TON of Boy Love Manga. She is far more fascinated by watching two boys bond than actually meeting one herself. She has never spoke to a guy her own age outside of class projects, but even then shortly after the project it was like she had disappeared into thin air. No one seemed to care she existed, and that worked perfectly with her easily embarrassed and shyness around guys.
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"Have you seen Touya-kun and Kidomura-kun from Love Paradise? Their hatred for each other only makes it more passionate when they are together! They'd make such an adorable couple! Touya-kun would be the perfect Seme for Kidomura!"

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      Misaki grew up an only child for seven years, and was spoiled by both of her parents considerably. She was happy, and despite being a little strange, was loved unconditionally by her parents. Once her younger sister was born, it all changed. Her sister was born blind and very ill, none of the doctors believed Misaki's little sister would make it to her third birthday. Unwilling to lose their child, Misaki's parents sought out a second opinion vigorously, constantly arguing with each other during that time. Neither of her parents were getting adequate rest when her baby sister died. When emotions ran high during their loss they agreed to file for divorce before their daughter was even cold in the ground. Her mother eventually met another man and had another child, Misaki's younger brother, Shouta. Though life never went back to normal for Misaki. Her mother became distant and her father was rarely in the picture anymore. Her step-dad only cared for his son, but she never complained. Misaki simply ate away her frustrations which led to her weight problem. The first time she ran away from home was right after the divorce, though she only made it to the park. She managed to hide in the tunnel with her teddy bear and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for three hours before being found. Her father came back into the picture when Misaki turned thirteen, buying a home that was only a twenty minute drive away from Misaki's house. His return was in hopes of preventing Misaki from eating herself into obesity, but his presence has only made matters worse. He is stressing her mother's new marriage and it has been hard on her little brother which only makes Misaki work even harder at home to make her brother's childhood better than her's had been. Over the years she realized he needed her less and less as her mother's new marriage settled, so Misaki took to reading Yaoi Manga. Her relationship with her family is quite distant, but she still remains incredibly close with Shouta, often reading kid friendly books to him before bed and making blanket forts with him in his room. Misaki and her step-father have an unwritten and unspoken agreement that they do not interact with each other for the sake of each other's sanity, and her mother only calls upon her when she wants her hair styled or to rant about her problems at work that her new husband could care less about hearing.

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Shouta Serinuma [Younger Half Brother]

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Zhou Xi [Father]

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Misaka Serinuma [Mother]

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Izaya Serinuma [Step father]

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Athleticism: [0] + 3
Popularity: [0] 7 + 9 = 16
Charm: [2] + 1 = 3
Notoriety: [0] 1 +
Intellect: [8] 9 + 3 = 12

Most Important Stat: Intelligence
Most Appealing Stat: Notoriety or Charm


Time for school~

So begins...

Misaki Serinuma's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Sora Harigae Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Mao Nozomi Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma

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"I understand but if it's an inconvenience.." That phrase echoed in his mind as he generally kept to his own in the gymnasium. In all honesty, to call off on their agreement would be the last thing that he wanted. But to have the rumors get out before they even moved- that would be troublesome. Tadashi wanted to let people know that they were living together on their own terms, a form of controlling information if you will. There was some down time in the class with the teacher not being there and there was no sign of Sora in the gym as well. As fate would have it, a group of students approached Tadashi and introduced themselves. He recognized them all for the most part, but they were asking if the rumors were true. If it was really him. He smiled gracefully and nodded. "Yes, I know I look different but it's really me. I'm back at Airdalen." The conversation continued with some compliments to how 'thin' and 'handsome' he looks now, asking where he had been. He was polite to answer the questions in a basic fashion, not divulging too much information about himself, but he appreciated their comments and gave back his own happy to see that they were doing well. They weren't anyone particular in his life, just school colleagues that neither helped nor picked on him, but wished him well. His feelings towards them was the same.

When Mr. Kido arrived, he paid full attention, suddenly wondering where his junior Mao was. He scanned the gym not seeing her at all, and grew a tad bit concerned but also suspicious. <She did say, she wasn't a fan of school.... I hope she isn't the full delinquent type. I don't like school either, but it's necessary to a degree.> Focusing back on the instructor he grew curious about the Kris-Kringle event, suddenly wondering about who was going to give who a gift. Thinking about it now, he was already wanting to give his close friends a gift for Christmas time. Then the topic changed to this modified form of rugby. <Oh boy.>

Tadashi was skinny, yes. He could be considered 'in shape', yes. Was he an athlete? NO. He was on the green team it appeared, with only 2 names he recognized. Kim, Devone and Serinuma, Misaki. The second girl was somewhat vague, she was in the background as well as with other students. He didn't notice her very much, because he was too busy getting picked on for being overweight. If he recalled, she was overweight back then too yes? Either way, he was looking forward to seeing her again. As well, this Devone character he heard to stay away from. Understanding that she dealt with other students' money issues in the most basic sense, he did mentally remind himself to be 'cautious'. But ultimately Tadashi was reserving judgement. Even if these rumors were true, everyone does something for a reason.

He walked through the dispersing crowd of students to make his way through and collected his green belt and flags. The scars on his inner left forearm bare for anyone to see if they so chose. Looking around, he spied Ryou with a green belt. A tall, physically imposing male that appeared to be foreign. He had an eye for that sort of detail. When he approached, Tadashi noded his head gracefully and introduced himself. Thinking back now, he had seen this same male Ryou before on his first day back at Airdalen. He would re-introduce himself to Ryou as a polite gesture of good wil. "Good morning. You may recall from before, but my name is Kiomine, Tadashi just in case. I have to say, I'm not the greatest athlete, but hopefully I can help our team." He was as polite as ever, showing a bit of enthusiasm in his voice to emphasis his desire to try and succeed. Body language and attitude went a long ways with first impression.
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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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Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma

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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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Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma

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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....





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Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto Character Portrait: Fuyuki Hakuryu Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma

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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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Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma

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"Don't worry about the Tag Rugby. Just enjoy yourself. I'll back you guys up if needed." She clicked her tongue at Ryou's words because it was just so predictable. For a loner, he was always cooperative when the need arises. "Oh, Giou, you're so sweet but you seem.. out of sorts. " Her perceptiveness rarely failing her even when she was in the middle of multitasking two boys' attention. She had picked up on Ryou's exhaustion the very moment he closed his eyes and her words laced with honey intentionally irked some of the girls in their vicinity. "I hope the dance didn't ruin your sleep schedule and staying out so late.." She could feel the glares growing more numerous by the second aimed at her back as she paid them no visible notice, feeding them hate and bitterness. She wasn't afraid of them, it was nothing but amusing which made her the perfect pick for that sort of arrangement. If any other girl had attended as Ryou's date, that girl might have been socially served and fried.

Anyway, she didn't really care about his personal life (unless there was something juicy of course) so she moved on and eased back to the topic of Tadashi's scars. There were so many by her count that she truly questioned how he hadn't died already by his own doing. The background chatter made their way to her ears but all those students were idiots. Judging by the location on his body there was little room for doubt that it was him. The closer look she was having at the scars also made it more apparent they were done from his angle and not by another individual's hand. She managed to finish her counting without disturbance, mentally impressed at Tadashi's collectedness despite her sudden approach, gesture, and the gossipers. The only noticeable change was readable in his eyes when she raised her head to look back at him. She could've sworn they hadn't been red the whole time. Without skipping a beat she said, "If anyone asks, you can say it was me."

What she said was an offer to take responsibility for it and letting him have free reign how to twist the story. It wouldn't be hard to believe with her reputation and it gave him an out if he didn't want to have his past pried into. She knew how important it was to shield personal affairs but what she didn't know was Tadashi's personality and if he would ever resort to using her excuse. Someone in his shoes might ask themselves, was she being kind? Or was she trying to feed her notorious rep? But what kind of person would want to be notorious for the things she was instead of being liked and popular? Devone enjoyed that, enjoyed keeping people guessing and on the edge. Socializing wouldn't be fun anymore if someone was smart enough to see who she really was and as much as she didn't want to admit it, she was under threat. Bishop.. Rocco.. they're too eager.

Her proposition to be Tadashi's excuse was spoken quietly enough that the masses wouldn't get wind of it but freely in front of Ryou because she was quite certain he wouldn't intervene or be a spoil sport. From far away, the scene did look scandalous as she continued to hold his hand and gaze into his eyes deeply to show she was completely serious. The moment was only broken by the arrival of their last team member, Devone releasing her hold on him and eyeing the only other girl in their temporary group. "S-Sorry I'm late... Oh! Right! I forgot my manners... I-I am Serinuma, Misaki..." Who again? For whatever reason, Devone didn't recognize her. Misaki had a cute looking face and bright eyes but her mind was drawing a blank. Hmm.. Devone observed quietly for now but the girl provided some information she probably shouldn't have in front of the school's Ursula. "What game are we playing...? I was running late and bumped into Miyamoto-san...which only made me even more late..." Instead of being a good little classmate and cutting straight to the details of the game, she played her own game with the dark violet-haired senior.

"It looks like one of us is already warmed up." She teased, suggesting that she had been doing intimate activities with the school's big flirt. It wasn't a wild guess with how Misaki was furiously blushing and she didn't care if it was the truth or not. Then she noticed the girl's reddened knee and chuckled. Oh aren't you precious. "So you like it rough. How interesting..." There was a pause as she snobbishly held her head high, her eyes a weapon in itself with how sharp they were. "And cheap." She said coldly, ready for an onslaught of hate or lectures if anyone had it in them to challenge her or make her feel even a bit remorseful for her words. It wouldn't be a shock if anyone tried to be a white knight. She had nothing more to say, leaving the stupid gym activity to the others to explain. It was of no particular importance or interest to her, resigned to the fact she'd be relying on the others to do all the work. She smirked at her small accomplishments of the day and securely fastened her belt with the team tags to look busy, her every movement subtly emphasizing her curves. For one so beautiful on the outside, she was uglier than most people expected on the inside.



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Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Fuyuki Hakuryu Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma

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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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Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Mao Nozomi Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma

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There was really no reason for him to be completely flustered. During his time in Canada and generally after leaving Japan his parents noticed and of course colleagues and friends noticed as well. With how many there were, it was very hard to notice. He had seen all sorts of reactions, slight scorn from his father. Sympathy, apathy, genuine concern or just crass dismissal of the meanings behind his scars. They were there, bare for everyone to see. And anyone that wanted to pay attention could distinctly make out the heavy scarring on his left forearm. Devone's reaction was curious, she had a more pragmatic approach meticulously counting every visible scar and discerning how many there actually were given the heavy level of cross over. "If anyone asks, you can say it was me." His eye color shifted right before he, more purple cresting at the very top. His head tilted to the side slightly, looking very deep into her eyes. Almost invasively trying to wander why of all the things she could have said, would a complete stranger elect to take responsibility for something as nasty as scarring? He of course had heard rumors, she was a bad egg, she manipulated with money, her heart was a black hole, she's had people killed. This could be placed on that list of reputable misbehavior, but that would be too easy. There was REASON for this and now he was dying to know.

Devone would see his eyes sharpen, as if a realization had come to him. When she let go of his arm, the senior would wriggle his fingers then make a fist. He held his arm outwards more making a show for everyone to see if they were so inclined. "Kim-San- that will not be necessary." His voice was hushed just like her's so as to not make this refusal entirely too public. "If I understand correctly, these-" Tadashi relaxed his hand and arm bringing them close in to run his right thumb over the scarred tissue. "These all happened, before you were at Airdalen. And if I were to surrender this to you, then I'd be surrendering a part of myself in a way." He had played a card. Letting Devone know that he was at least, briefly aware of some of her social ploys. But mostly he was testing, wanting to see what the after-effects would be. That's where it counted, anyone could hide or show face- that was easy. "But if you have any questions, I'd be more than happy to answer." The pseudo-seriousness turned light with red still dominate in his eyes. He smiled softly, placing his left hand over his heart in a gesture of sincerity. The mix of body language would perplex surrounding students that were being nosy, until Misaki stepped in and introduced herself.

"S-Sorry I'm late... Oh! Right! I forgot my manners... I-I am Serinuma, Misaki... What game are we playing...? I was running late and bumped into Miyamoto-san...which only made me even more late..." Tadashi turned to great the new comer finding soemthing... Oddly familiar about her (Misaki) but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. It was the hair and eyes, he remembered those but the name was escaping him. Before he could reply, Devone piped up with a rather, affluent series of remarks. <So- she does certain things like that on purpose?> His eyes became set on her Devone, taking in every detail. Not out of admiration or physical attraction- both were dually noted. But it was more of behavior study beginning to put pieces together to crack the code. Already, he was assuming that she was as perceptive as he was which made things..... Interesting. He was warned of her and was seeing the possibilities of those rumors being true, but he honestly wanted to see how true it actually was. He didn't think what she (Devone) was doing was purely to abate to a public image, his immediate first impression of Devone was that she would be above such behavior. But the signs...

"Ohayo, Serinuma-san. I am Kiomine-Tadashi, this is Kim-Devone San. Don't worry about being late, currently we're playing a game called rugby tag. It's pretty much just a normal game of tag, but you must pull the tags off of the person instead of just touching them." In an attempt to smooth things over, he completely ignored Devone's words and introduced them both then explained the game. He was very open and friendly tot he girl that he swore he knew. The name was burning in his mind now. Serinuma, Misaki.... He knew it. But from where!? A manga? Airdalen? He couldn't put a face to the name.

As everyone gathered Tadashi secured his belt and sighed knowing that he was going to be far from impressive in this game. But sports weren't entirely his thing, of course he had gotten better. But still, there was always a bigger fish and with this school's prestige attracting student athletes, he knew for a fact that even several underclassman would out perform him. Ryou addressed the group and he nodded. "Hai, we're all ready." He would follow gesturing to both girls (Devone and Misaki) politely to see if they would follow to their spot. Looking around, he sought out his junior Mao trying to find her in the crowd. When the instructor started the event, his eyes shifted to pure red again looking around. He would play a more defensive game, not wanting to waste his energy running around.
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Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma
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"It looks like one of us is already warmed up."

At first, Misaki wasn't really sure what Devone was implying, so she simply tilted her head a bit, still a little out of breath, but definitely closer to her normal pace of breathing now. It was no lie that Misaki had led a sheltered life. Even if her father had not been protective, her weight had previously left her undesirable and invisible in the eyes of many teenage boys. Her classmate's comment, unfortunately, went over her head.

"So you like it rough. How interesting..."

Huh..? What is that supposed to mean? Misaki wasn't sure what Devone was implying, but it was becoming clear that it wasn't good. Misaki straightened her posture instinctively, despite the slight stinging of her knee. Was she referring to her knee? Misaki tried to piece together what Devone was saying to her, but she was a little dense. It would likely take a while before she managed to piece it all together.

"And cheap."

Eyes widening in surprise was the only sign that Misaki finally caught on to what Devone had been implying, then she froze, her cheeks returning to a shade of bright red. [i]Is she implying that I'm a....? With Miyamoto-san...!? I-I would never![/b] She wasn't sure how to handle the accusation. It felt like everything around her was moving at hyperspeed and she was slowly drowning in quicksand. Why did her mother insist that she lost weight? She had never been accused of being sleazy in the past, and now that she was much skinnier it was becoming clear to Misaki that her life may never be that simple ever again. Wasn't becoming skinny supposed to mend all of her problems? Why did it feel like it was only making everything much worse? Her fists clenched tightly as she mustered up the courage to speak, "My life just isn't that interesting I'm afraid, Kim-san. Gomenasai." she managed, somehow without her voice shaking. It wasn't easy to stand up for herself.

"Tag Rugby."

The sound of a familiar voice brought her out of her nervous state and Misaki nodded to acknowledge Ryou's words. There wasn't a lot she could say about him, but she did recognize him from classes they had shared before she lost all that weight and went through her makeover. It was nice to hear a familiar voice, especially one that was not trying to make her life a living hell within the first hour of the school day. She had no idea what Tag Rugby was, but she would do her best to mimic her team. She didn't want to let them down and she would do her best to support them. A determined expression began forming on her features, despite her intense hatred for all things athletic.

"Don't let them have that."

Looking down at her belts, Misaki nodded her head again, "Got it. I...think so at least. Arigato, Giou-san." Misaki smiled, fastening her belt a little tighter now that she knew she would have to defend the tags on her waist. Noticing Kazuki's presence in the gym, Misaki blinked a few times, smiling to herself. She wasn't sure if her words had anything to do with his arrival, but she was glad that he was going to participate....and appeared to be on Aeon's team! Once she realized it, she let her mind wander to places it shouldn't.... many BL scenarios

"Ohayo, Serinuma-san. I am Kiomine-Tadashi, this is Kim-Devone San. Don't worry about being late, currently, we're playing a game called rugby tag. It's pretty much just a normal game of tag, but you must pull the tags off of the person instead of just touching them."

When the next member of her team spoke up, one she did not recognize. The name he gave was familiar, but the person before her did not register. Then she remembered her own transformation. How was she supposed to know if this was the same Kiomine she knew from before? What was unique about that boy? How could she double check without asking? That would be rude, wouldn't it? As he told her about the game, Misaki felt herself growing nervous. She was no good at tag as a child, but she hoped she would fare a little better now. Then she realized it. Looking into his eyes, she was absolutely certain she knew him. His eyes, that was the unique thing about the Kiomine she used to know, and the guy standing before her had those same multicolor eyes. Though he didn't seem to recognize her. That was good, she didn't want anyone to remember her as the 'fat girl'. But still... she did call the others by name despite being seen as a newcomer. That was a rookie mistake she had made with even Kazuki. She would have to atone for it somehow, "Nice to meet you, Kiomine-san... I've never met Kim-san before now either, but it's hard to not know her name.... her family is very well known and successful after all..." Keeping her tone friendly was difficult after the way Devone had dissed her, but she was doing her best to take the high road. Misaki didn't want to become someone else just because she was physically more attractive than she used to be.

"If everyone's ready, let's go."

Was she ready? In truth, no. Misaki was anything but ready to play. However, she couldn't put it off forever so Misaki nodded her head, checking her belt and tags to make sure that they were both tightly secured. The last thing she needed was one falling off by accident. Letting out a nervous and shaky sigh, Misaki stretched one good time, her arms in the air as if she was reaching for the stars. It helped get her head in the zone, but also she was still sore from her mandatory morning workout, "Ganbatte kudasai..." (Translation: Do your best/Good luck) Misaki said under her breath, both to herself, and referring to her wishes for her team, even Devone. Even if she didn't like her very much now, she still wanted to do well in the game, and that meant she couldn't wish misfortune upon Devone. She would have to silently cheer her on as much as everyone else on the team.

"Hai, we're all ready."

Following behind Ryou and Tadashi, Misaki didn't bother looking back at Devone. She couldn't make her believe her story, all she could do is do her best to enjoy the game. When the game began, Misaki looked around, trying to find someone she could possibly take a tag from. She wasn't really sure how she would fare against anyone else, but if she didn't take the risk she would surely be a sitting duck compared to many of the guys. Then her eyes fell on someone who was likely as out of their element as she was. The girl had glasses on and purple hair (Yuuki). She had never seen her around before, so she figured they were a freshman. She just had to wait for the right moment and hope she would be right. It wasn't good to base an assumption on one's looks, but it was all she had to go on.






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Character Portrait: Aeon Shirokami Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Mao Nozomi Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma Character Portrait: Chase Kaufman

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"How do girls typically respond.. to this?"

Mao's question baffled Chase but his surprise was only revealed for a split second then diminished into the warmth of a smile. Even after she looked a little crossed with him, her tone relayed that it wasn't genuine displeasure and he took note to not push her buttons too much. The last thing he wanted to do was ruffle the phoenix's feathers after they had got along so well. He had managed to dodge the bullet of a question by distracting her with their arrival to the venue and their eventual splitting of ways before the locker rooms. "Have fun." Chase didn't challenge who was the more athletic one when Mao said she would not go easy on him and continued to smile after the girl fled in a hurry. Chase would have done the same but his movement to the men's change rooms was paused by various gossip about a school idol named Aeon. The male described by the masses matched the description of an Aeon Chase was acquainted with and being the top Japanese highschool that it were, it would not be overly shocking if he was in attendance too. "I wonder..." he murmured to himself before going into the change room and switching out of the normal uniform into the one appropriate for sports. He placed his bag into the locker and left his top's buttons all undone giving him room to breathe. He disliked being suffocated under any tight attire but too loose was not ideal for physical activity.

By the time he entered the gymnasium again, he didn't have time to take a seat and stood by to listen to the teacher's instructions.
"With seniors and juniors gathered altogether, let's do Kris Kringle!!"
Chase smiled looking forward to being a part of the high school's numerous activities. He hadn't participated in Kris Kringle since he was a young boy but it was a good opportunity to get closer to his peers.
"Continuing on with today's class, our activity for the day will be Tag Rugby but a lighter version so everyone can focus on teamwork and having fun. Heavier sports to come later down the track! Everyone will be split into teams. Hmmmmm... Let's do Seniors vs Juniors for a change eh?!
TEAM RED will be
Kaufman Chase, Nozomi Mao, Fujioka Yuuki and Browning Rhys!"


Chase was new to Tag Rugby but he was optimistic about the game and his team, coincidentally being put on the same side as the girl he had met earlier. He could only hope that she was as pleased about the arrangement as he was. Chase moved to the tables to gather the red tags and the velcro belt but ran behind schedule eyeing the familiar Aeon that moved through the crowd to speak with the teacher. His arm was raised to wave out of excitement at seeing someone he knew but lowered when the realization dawned on him that he was speaking with the school staff and that his arm was in bad shape spotting the sling on it. An injured Aeon did not fit with the Aeon he knew who always had a knack for distancing himself and staying out of trouble. Have you changed since then? He thought to himself but the whistle was blown for the game's start and Chase was forced to shake off his memories and zone into game mode. He would not be pursuing Aeon in this game anyway taking into account the man's condition so they would have to catch up another time.

His eyes searched people's sides for red tags like his to group up while keeping alert but then settled on two particular girls. The first with dark hair [Devone] possessed a mature appeal and a confident aura and the second [Misaki] almost her opposite, youthful and humble. The game a viable excuse to get within close range of the two beautiful women, he approached in a dash towards the more innocent looking one [Misaki]. He was not shy about it, moving right for her with concentrated eyes and she'd have to lean back to avoid their noses touching. In case she would be too surprised, he was prepared to catch her fall and hold her in a dancing dip position. "I'm Chase Kaufman and you are?" he'd say with a smile with the warmth of the sun as his other hand attempted to steal a single one of her tags.

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Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Johnny Farelli Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma Character Portrait: Chase Kaufman

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Then, he heard his name and that familiar voice. He stopped from walking and looked over his shoulder. There, he saw his Junior, Jay, the other tall person very notable in this school. He wasn't sure at first what he wanted, but once he issued his somewhat word of challenge. He raised an eyebrow, not because, it was unexpected, or annoyance. It was more of an interest. He fully-faced him, completely calm. Those eyes of silver-grey did not leave his Junior's form. He accepts the challenge.

There was no denying that his Junior was indeed strong in athletics. Those crisscrossing movements indicated his good footwork. He would be a good addition on the team indeed. Who said that the tall people are slow? That was just prejudice. His eyes met his Junior's. He didn't looked away as their eyes locked. After all, he was asked not to hold back. There was no need really. When he accepts something, he never holds back.

Those eyes of silver appeared like ice-steel ready to strike down. It was burning, but the kind of coldness which gave it a sense of mystery and at the same time, it was holding back, not in strength, but something more than that. Well, the time is nigh. He would not hold back on his Junior. With that, his hand reached out to the hand reaching for his flag. His grip on his Junior's risk was of strength, that should be enough to make it feel numb.

Then, he pulled his Junior closer to cause a distortion in balance, and to follow that up, he swept his foot underneath his Junior fluidly. He released the wrist he was holding as he took quick step back while he swiftly covered for his flags with his hands, an effective shield to prevent it from being taken. His eyes not leaving his Junior's eyes, then he performed a sidestep, while smoothly gliding as if dancing to avoid being a cushion. It that smooth transition, he made quick work to take his Junior's flag.

Whatever the outcome of his action, Ryou was now behind his Junior. "Jay. Don't lose focus." His voice did not hold any air of superiority, just a calm reminder. He raised his right hand which showed the flags, he had procured. It seemed he didn't only target his Junior's flag but also the rather inattentive passers-by who were ignorant of his move. It was probably during his sidestep turn. He now carried three flags and the fourth would be his Junior's. (if Ryou's action was successful)

"I look forward to the next challenge." His eyes still not leaving his Junior, but he did address his other teammate. "Kiomine-san. Donโ€™t let Serinuma-sanโ€™s flag be taken." Like always, he doesnโ€™t lose focus on his responsibility now or may it be a challenge. He doesnโ€™t settle with meager effort.

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Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma

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Devone observed quietly as Tadashi's eye color changed just as she suspected. Well, that's something new to play with. She'd never met anyone with such a strange quirk and she was tempted to fiddle around with the settings of this new toy. Surely something was responsible for the eye color shifts and it was just a matter of finding out what each of those colors was about. Her eyes discretely moved their attention lower to his hands as he formed a fist. She received that reaction a lot but she wasn't afraid of making people angry... that was basically her hobby.

"Kim-San- that will not be necessary." Hmm? She returned her attention to establish eye contact awaiting his full answer. "If I understand correctly, these -these all happened, before you were at Airdalen. And if I were to surrender this to you, then I'd be surrendering a part of myself in a way." Devone stared blankly at Tadashi as if she were slow on processing what he was saying. In truth, she knew exactly what he was hinting at. A reputation isn't a secret after all and students ran their mouths in high school faster than their legs. However, she did learn that Tadashi attended Airdalen before she transferred in but mysteriously left only to return again. The rumors could fill in the gaps but it appeared to be a minor detail for the moment so she wouldn't bother. She had a feeling that the scars would naturally reveal everything anyway. "But if you have any questions, I'd be more than happy to answer." In spite of knowing her school reputation, it would seem that he was going to retain his manners. "Perhaps another time then." Her response was ominous as it not only referred to his offer to answer her questions but also his surrender.

Talking to Misaki, the girl's fists also clenched but she retained her manners too. "My life just isn't that interesting I'm afraid, Kim-san. Gomenasai." Devone smiled sweetly but her tone didn't change a bit. "Of course. What was I thinking?" Although her words retracted her accusation, the damage had already been done and that's all that mattered in the end to her. She brushed her hair back behind an ear and allowed her mind to wander while Ryou and Tadashi filled in the newbie on how to play Tag Rugby. Devone was working on another game plan โ€” how to interrogate a captured murderer back in her mansion? A shiver ran up her spine out of both fear and thrill.

"--I've never met Kim-san before now either, but it's hard to not know her name.... her family is very well known and successful after all..." Is she kissing my ass? She retorted in her thoughts because she was used to the flattery and recognition that came with being a Kim and she certainly would not have said such nice things after being dissed if she were her meaningful or not. Devone chuckled lightly with feminine grace, acknowledging what Misaki had said about her family reputation but not adding more onto the topic โ€”she was not insecure enough to elaborate. Her family pride was worth its weight in gold.

"If everyone's ready, let's go." Ryou really was reluctant to engage in conversation as he brought up the P.E activity. Devone was the opposite, preferring the conversations over the activity. She was absolutely dreading it. It was a waste of her time and potential to be at school even but a socialite with no educational background whatsoever was rarely taken seriously and she intended to be more than a spoiled rich girl. "After you." Devone faked politeness in allowing the others to walk on ahead of her because of her severe lack of interest in the event which continued even as the game was finally underway. She spent the majority of the time checking her nails and yawning to the side while the rest of her team worked hard, Ryou engaging a junior (Johnny) and telling Tadashi to protect Misaki from another (Chase). She glanced up at the clock as the game neared its end, Mr. Kido blowing the whistle.




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Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma

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It was just as he expected, his physical abilities weren't up to par with a good many of the students at Airdalen. But he was still thankful, he was in much better shape than he used to be. Not to mention, that not every student was a star athlete in this school so he wasn't the only one. His eyes shifted completely red as things started to heat up, with Ryou] taking the lead which he didn't mind at all. His game plan was to follow instruction and last as long as possible. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Misaki going for another girl. He followed behind the girl and to her right as a sort of flanking shield towards her. He didn't think he'd fair too well as offensive, but he could run support. It was good timing too because a faster student came charging in for Misaki from her left. Tadashi slowed his trajectory and adjusted course cutting left to intercept. It was perfect, even he was surprised. Tadashi pulled a flag from the boy before he could reach Misaki, the senior persisted forcing Tadashi to run and try to keep up. He reached out in an attempt to pull another flag and was beginning to rip at the velcro when the other senior cut away faster than he could react. It seemed that losing two flags wasn't worth just nabbing one from a girl.

Tadashi found himself alarmingly out of breath from that encounter and rant o continue following Misaki wondering to how Devone was fairing. He didn't have long to think however when two other students went after him forcing the violet haired senior to break away and preserve himself. The rest of the game was a blur. He was constantly chased, slowing losing one flag after another until he was entirely out. Panting heavily he walked over to the benches and sat down feeling the sweat drip down his face. This is more than he anticipated for P.E. class in all honesty. But a small part of him was glad that his turn was over, he really wanted to sit down and take a breather.

Tadashi would watch from the bleachers and cheer on his team, watching everyone run around and pull flags. When the game ended, he sighed and leaned back against the row of seats behind him not knowing if anyone was sitting directly there. If they were, he'd lean into their legs then sit up quickly and turn to apologize graciously.

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Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma Character Portrait: Chase Kaufman

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When a male student (Chase) quickly approached, Misaki felt her heart stop. What was she supposed to do? She could run, but she doubted she was faster than him. If she tried to go on the offense, she still might lose a tag... she was mentally stuck, trying her best to make the right decision in time. As he drew closer, Misaki got a better view of his features, noticing that he was several inches taller than she was. Also, despite her disinterest in participating in romance, she did have a weak spot for B-Love, so her eyes also took note that he was very attractive, but, unfortunately, she had no one to pair him with given the fact that she had never seen him before. What a pity... I'll have to find a good match for him. Misaki thought to herself, getting side tracked. She did not actually intend to match him up with another boy, heavens no, but she did pair up nearly every boy she ever laid eyes on, in her head at least. She had no idea who he was, but he came incredibly close. WAY too close for her own comfort.... Which, given she had never been involved with a guy, her comfort zone was as boundless as a toddler's first kiddie pool. It was pathetic, really. She indeed nervously stumbled backward, her cheeks flaring up like the Fourth of July. Though that was not the end of her ordeal, no... that would be far too simple. Misaki was even more embarrassed when she found herself hooked in his arm, their position in the category of a ballroom dip. Her emerald eyes widened, certainly more than a bit speechless. Her cheeks were then likely hot enough to melt polar ice caps. This was far more attention than she was comfortable with, especially after her situation with Kazuki on the way to class. She didn't want to be noticed by boys! Her heart was racing, a feeling she did not necessarily enjoy. It was all so new and flustering. She just wanted to secretly watch guys hang out with each other, sit at a safe distance and take pictures as they play sports, or even fight! Was that so much to ask for? Men were suited for other men in her opinion. Ever since her parents divorced she has kept that thought, swearing off of men from an extremely young age. Her mother laughed at the time, but she did not seem to realize how serious little Misaki had been. Due to the trauma of her parent's divorce she distanced herself from boys and thus grew up not mentally equipped to deal with physical contact with them, and definitely was not able to handle flirting!

"I'm Chase Kaufman and you are?"

"S-Serinuma, Mi..Misaki..." she responded, still shaken up by his forward behavior. More importantly, she knew she had to get away! He was after her tags and she was feeling lightheaded! Her anxiety was through the roof and her cheeks still tinted a dark pink. Just when she was about to tear away from Chase, Tadashi came to her rescue. She managed to put herself at a distance from the boys and watched the two with sparkling admiration. S-Saved... She thought to herself, her hands coming to her cheeks as she tried to relax and vanquish her blush. As she witnessed Tadashi trying to steal Chase's tag she began having thoughts she definitely shouldn't admit to having about the two boys, especially in a school and definitely not to either of the guys. Her cheeks brightened even more as her Yaoi fantasies ensued. If her face got any darker, she would likely be mistaken for a stop sign.

Once Tadashi managed to run him off, Misaki snapped out of her daydream and approached, bowing apologetically for her uselessness in the game, "Gomen! I'm.. not used to things like that... I panicked... Arigato, Kiomine-San." she apologized, looking up at him concerned. She could tell that he was pushing himself a little harder than he should but wasn't sure if she should comment on it or not... Even if he seemed tired, who was she to know his actual limitations? It wasn't really her place to tell him what to do either, but she didn't want him to overexert himself on her account. It was an endless conundrum of uncertainty, and she ultimately remained silent. When she was separated from Tadashi, Misaki did her best to blend into the crowd and hide from other students, strategically doing her best to hide behind occasional globs of students. Though as the numbers grew thinner, she was out. Misaki sat on the same row of bleachers as Tadashi, but she sat a few spaces down (Note: 3-4 people could fit between them if they wanted) from him with a sigh, dropping her head. Weight loss definitely made her quicker on her feet, but her stamina wasn't great.

Misaki withdrew a name from one of the Kris Kringle boxes after the game was over, deciding it was best to stay where her team could find her. Tilting her head. Browning, Rhys...? I don't know him... how do you choose a present for someone you don't know..? I'll ask around later I suppose so I can just ask him what to buy... or maybe I should just take him to pick something out? I-Is that weird...? It's not like money is an issue... but I've never gone anywhere alone with a guy.... She was not going to risk getting him a present he would hate Besides! She would be able to buy some Boy Love manga at the mall while shopping for his gift! Her mother would have to give her spending money for a school event! Immediately she felt considerably more ecstatic about Christmas. To anyone who might pass by, her uneasiness was definitely noticeable, her expression changing every few seconds as she tried to run through her options, staring down at the name on her slip of paper as if his name would help her decide on what to do.





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Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma

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Devone had watched her teammates in action from a safe distance to avoid being shoved around in the mayhem. "My life just isn't that interesting I'm afraid, Kim-san. Gomenasai." she reflected on Misaki's words seeing as a certain someone (Chase) was holding her quite affectionately for a silly game such as Tag Rugby. She smirked to herself, tracing her index finger over her lower lip in thought. Not interesting you say? Misaki didn't seem to be taking the male's advances well, her face burning red to Devone's amusement. It was comical. The game ended on a sudden note, Devone losing sight of her team quickly with the many students blocking her view. It would seem nobody had the courage to go for her tags. She proceeded to unfasten her belt and threw it with the bunch at the front. Eyeing one of the boxes left abandoned for Kris Kringle, she remembered she had not drawn a name yet and pulled out a slip of paper before moving up the bleachers for a suitable seating arrangement.

Even though she was not searching, she had found the bench by coincidence where Tadashi and Misaki were with an awkward gap in between. So, which one of them is afraid to get close to the other? It was her assumption that one was afraid because they came across as friendly people and being on the same team was a natural reason to sit together. Well, not natural for herself of course but she would make an exception. Devone was used to sitting alone or with her debtors but she was curious about Misaki. She was not familiar with the senior girl but the name was not new either.

Devone sat directly next to Misaki, crossing her legs with an amused face. The girl was staring down at a slip of paper, probably her kris kringle. "Oh? That's quite a reaction." she feigned concern, leaning a hand against her cheek. From what Devone could see, Misaki was stumped with emotions spilling forth from her face. Comical, truly. "I wonder who it could be.. oh, the redhead (chase) from earlier?" she prodded, trying to remind her of that boy and test if she would turn red again at the very thought. While that kept her pretty little head busy in turmoil, she stopped beating around the bush and got right to the point. "Have we been in the same class before Serinuma-san?" Devone asked, her eyes staring intently at Misaki as she tried to put the pieces together of how she was familiar with her. To someone who didn't know Devone, it may even seem that she was being kind and caring to get to know her peers better. That was simply not the case, only seeking to satisfy her curiosity as she regularly did with gossip.

When the teacher started making his loud barbaric announcement, Devone opened her own slip of paper that determined her kris kringle. Who won or lost Tag Rugby was of no consequence or concern to her so she had no need to listen. Ryou Giou... This was too much even for her. Her face darkened momentarily as she pinched the paper a little harder with tension. Is this well and truly coincidence anymore? Devone did not like the feeling that her fate was being tampered with. Class dismissed, Devone arose from her seat and collected herself in a heart beat. She did not understand why after the dance everything was pointing in his direction and as disturbing as it was, it had to be purely coincidence only. There was nobody who could have realistically paired her with him over and over again. Well, except for God if he had plans for the mean girl or if the teachers were conspiring amongst each other. Ridiculous. She waved Misaki farewell with a faked smile tossing in, "You lied to me by the way... your life is rather interesting."

Departing and attending to business, she pulled out her phone and hid the paper in one of the sleeves of the casing. She would not let the cat out of the bag yet. She broke through the girls hounding around her Kris Kringle with ease all because of her reputation but Devone was not going to continue on her merry way without putting a word in, to rattle them. "He's never going to notice you. Why do you bother?" she taunted. "Kim-san!" One of the sophomores demanded her attention, angry that the senior said such a thing. Devone leaned forward towards that certain girl, their noses almost touching. "Go on. I dare you."

Unintimidated, she closed her eyes and smiled smugly before turning around on her heels. Her long dark hair flowed behind her as she presented them her back with lady-like grace. It was just as she thought, the girl and the rest of the fangirls did not possess the courage to stand up to the notorious Ursula. Well, she was going to rub salt into the wound as she soon stood before Ryou himself. "Giou-san, are you available for lunch? There is a matter I wish to discuss." Her mask of confidence was worn perfectly despite the repercussions such a rejection would have for her. Devone was really putting her neck out there after giving the fangirls a taste of her medicine. It was not like the time she was showing off Ryou being her dance partner and assigned to her P.E team because now he could refuse her company if he so desired.

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Character Portrait: Rhys Browning Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma
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"Oh? That's quite a reaction. I wonder who it could be.. oh, the redhead (chase) from earlier?"

At the mention of Chase, Misaki felt her shoulders become quite rigid. Her cheeks burned hot as cinders, but she managed to pull herself back to the present before she did anything truly embarrassing. Surprisingly she found no reason to keep it a secret, given that Devone's was not the name she had drawn and nor was that guy's, "It's someone I haven't met before actually... Browning, Rhys... I'm not very sure if he's a junior or a senior." She sighed a bit, not realizing the danger of being honest with Devone. As Misaki's recognition had mostly been concentrated on the guys of their school, she only knew a limited amount regarding Devone's bad reputation. It was one thing being nice to her classmates, but her readiness to see the good in others sometimes left her fairly vulnerable in moments like this.

"Have we been in the same class before Serinuma-san?"

Astonishment was Misaki's expression, but she quickly had to answer her or it would be unusual. Timing would be everything. If she spoke too fast it would be odd and raise Devone's suspicion. The last thing Misaki wanted was to make the other senior curious enough to dig into any of the yearbooks, but if she waited too long it would produce the same outcome, "I don't think so." She lied, smiling to Devone with her eyes closed. It made it easier to lie if she wasn't making eye contact, yet it still felt friendly enough....

Feeling more than a little guilty and sick to her stomach that she even lied in the first place, Misaki prayed that Devone would fall for it. She didn't take any pleasure in outright deceiving anyone, but now that people noticed her, she knew she was susceptible to bullying if anyone found out she used to be very overweight. Being under Devone's scrutiny also made it very nerve wracking, as she was not used to anyone other than her mother playing detective. While she wasn't sure if that was Devone's intent, Misaki couldn't help but feel paranoid that everyone around her could see right through her. With a brief exhalation and another look at her Kris Kringle slip, Misaki battled with whether or not she should ask Devone if she knew the person she had pulled for the event, but when she witnessed Devone's reaction to her own Kris Kringle, that was deciding factor. Misaki definitely wasn't going to ask Devone. She would have to find this guy on her own, somehow. That expression was one she did not want to tousle with.

"You lied to me by the way... your life is rather interesting."

Waving back, Misaki laughed apprehensively. She began to wonder just how much Devone had witnessed, and now that Devone found her fascinating, she feared that life was going to become very difficult for her very soon. Folding her Kris Kringle slip and tucking it into her pocket, Misaki stood as well, "See you later, Kiomine-san." She wanted to get changed. Heading straight for the locker room, Misaki promptly showered off, nothing fancy, but enough to get herself relatively clean. Drying off quickly she spritzed herself with perfume from her school bag before putting her school uniform back on. She placed her gym clothes in a plastic bag inside of her school bag, folded neatly to be washed later that day.

Exiting the locker room with her bento in tow, Misaki sighed to herself. This was just really depressing. She wasn't looking forward to eating her meal during the lunch period, because none of it would be worthwhile. She wanted to eat a pork cutlet bowl, but those were far and few between for her as her mother strictly forbade her from eating them more than a couple of times a week. Ever since she was put on the bland food diet, food...well, it just didn't have the same appeal. What was once a beautiful relationship, a relaxing escape for Misaki that had suddenly become corrupted by her mother's incessant meddling. Spending all day worrying about watching her calories and the amount of food she consumed really spoiled the entire experience. A little bummed that she couldn't do more for her team in the gym event, Misaki headed outside. It wasn't like she had any friends yet, but that was fine. She was perfectly used to that by now.

Sitting on the first bench available outside of the building, Misaki settled, saying a short little prayer before breaking her disposable chopsticks. It was a nice day, and she wanted to enjoy the sunlight while she could. Despite coming from a rich family, everything about Misaki's chopsticks and two-tier bento was painfully average. Her snack inside was a salad with hardly any dressing and a few boiled eggs, minus the yolk. Her mother was very serious about keeping her skinny. Her beverage was a repulsive green tea, she had never been a fan of tea, but her mother read somewhere that it was good for the metabolism or something. Cursing the family cook, Misaki began to eat, chewing a little faster than normal, simply trying to get the unpleasant and tasteless experience over with, but as she wasn't going to let the disgusting meal ruin her rest from classes, she was under time restriction and planned to use it well. I miss real food... Misaki thought to herself with a solemn expression. Feeling the occasional breeze through her hair felt nice, soothing her disappointed state of mind if only a little bit.





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Character Portrait: Gen Fukui Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma

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As the instructor dismissed class Tadashi sighed and stretched his legs with a sigh, having no idea that Devone and Misaki were relatively behind him in the bleachers. He touched his pocket thinking of the name on the slip. <Devone Kim as my Kris Kringle... This is an opportunity for something, but I don't know what.> Standing up, the senior did notice Misakii walk past. "Oh, later than Serinuma-san." He watched her leave then headed on his own way making it to the boy's locker room. Once inside he grabbed a towel and approached the sink, he removed his shirt and ran the towel under hot water then wiped his body off just to freshen up. He took hygiene quiet seriously and didn't want to have nay bad odors about him. If there were any looks he received due to his scars he wouldn't notice or would just ignore them, he was used to it by now. When all was said and done Tadashi decided to head over to the cafe of Inryoku. He figured that since he was expected to work there, he might as well try and see how it was as a customer.

Quietly making his way down the school halls, he found the Inryoku club making his way inside. Sitting down at a table, he was greater either host or hostess that was working this lunch ordering tea. He observed closely what they said and how they behaved, trying to decipher what was either a social tick or an etiquette service they offered here. Thinking about all this, his mind crossed to Gen. He wondered if she was still genuinely concerned about moving in with him, their morning was somewhat spoiled by Sora who had the social self-control of a child if he were to be completely honest with himself. When he tea approached, the senior graciously thanked the server and allowed it to cool for a moment. He looked into the colored fluid seeing his reflection in the beverage, noticing his mixed color eyes. There were always there, a dead give away to identify who he was.

Tadashi would lean back in his seat and enjoy the quiet atmosphere of the Inryoku cafe. The only thing he wished for was there to be music playing, maybe some light jazz. Glancing out the window, he saw other students talking, walking about and socializing out in the courtyard. He was content to sit here and drink his tea, which was when he felt his stomach growl. "Oh, um. Excuse me?" He'd call for wither host or hostess wanting to grab himself something to eat, he had just remembered that he spent an entire morning running for his life. He had to grab something, fortunately now his metabolism seemed to have sped up.

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Character Portrait: Gen Fukui Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Rocco Murray Character Portrait: Fuyuki Hakuryu Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma

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Rocco got a free lunch and a hostess for company. He was lucky but someone had to come over eventually and spoil the fun. He watched closely as 'Shi-kun' whispered into the hostess' ear. It annoyed him like Matsuda-san because he doesn't like to share the attention of girls he's with. "As a junior you'd do well to respect boundaries. I understand you're foreign, but it's customary to keep one's hands to themselves. You had done a good thing, defending Hakuryu-chan. Don't spoil it." Rocco looked at Fuyuki's 'noble knight' staring back at him with a blood red gaze but didn't budge. He wasn't going to take a threat seriously from him. This guy has grown an ego after some yelling. Rocco let him go without a word but the bell rang. Good thing he already finished eating but he must really catch up with this unique hostess senior of his..

"Apologies darling~ It appears my time is up." Rocco innocently pouted but Gen wasn't falling for it anymore. Her hand moved out of his grasp and his hand was re-positioned into her control. Oh.. the tide has turned. He felt the pressure of her once delicate fingers applied on his pulse and he had to bite back the urge to laugh in amusement. "Your time is up also." She smiled sweet but her tone of voice didn't match up. Rocco really wanted to laugh. Japanese women were really different and far from boring. It's like I've met my twin. We both look innocent but we're capable of much... much more. He had been prepared for the rough release of his hand and pocketed it after acting indifferent. "We'll have fun if that is what you wish." Rocco smirked, his innocent facade crumbling out of choice. "Oh it is. Let's definitely have fun."

"Oh, excuse me." Rocco turned around in his seat at Fuyuki's familiar voice. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Gen and Fuyuki began talking. He leaned his cheek over his knuckles looking bored as the ladies talked because it had nothing to do with him. But he did take the chance to observe his surroundings. The cafe crowd was glaring at him intently and admiring the two hostesses. He understood the hate for him because he had average looks and still managed to snag the attention of women who appeared out of his league. It wasn't personal. "Bye, bye~" Rocco waved back at Gen with a friendly smile then got up from his seat. Lunch was over and he just remembered he had to talk to Ursula.

Unfortunately, the junior got lost on the large school grounds. He didn't know where the senior class would be either. Ruffling his hair back, he spotted a girl (Misaki) by herself and fortunately, working up the courage to talk to her was nothing. He walked over with his hands in his pockets and a friendly smile on. "Hello, you got time to help a poor guy out?" he asked, his brown eyes staring directly into her green. "I'm Murray, Rocco. Junior class. So, you see I'm still new to the buildings. It's going to take some time to get used to." he laughed nervously, trying to come off as embarrassed about being lost to play into some sympathy. "I'm looking for the senior class. One of the seniors is expecting me. I'm hoping she'll give me a map. I don't want to be a bother to pretty ladies like you. I'm sure you've got other things to deal with." He lied about his intentions with Ursula and sprinkled in a true compliment. The dark violet-haired girl was pretty and that was a bonus to finding his way.



Popularity +1 Gen, Misaki
Charm +1 Gen

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Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Sora Harigae Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Rocco Murray Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma

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[font=cambria]Lunch had gone by so peacefully, but she didn't get to see anything worthwhile. No boys were horseplaying near the spot she chose, it seemed most of the school had gone to the Cafeteria..or maybe Inryoku? She heard that place was popular among guys and girls, but she didn't see the appeal. She wanted to see guys hanging out with each other, flirting with each other, not with her. It was so typical, heterosexual couples. They were everywhere, but it was truly heartwarming seeing two boys expressing affection toward another, or even fighting. Just the taboo of that kind of relationship... it made her heart flutter just thinking about it.

"Hello, you got time to help a poor guy out?"

Jumping out of her sin when someone approached and tore her from her increasingly indecent thoughts, Misaki's emerald orbs scanned the owner of the voice as she gathered her things. He had a boyish charm, that she could give him. Standing up and dusting the back of her skirt off, Misaki made a point to make sure the bench didn't get her skirt wet or dirty somehow. Before it might not have mattered, but these days she was attracting a bunch of undesired attention. Once she was confident her uniform was tidy her attention returned to him, only then realizing they were the same height...like virtually the exact same height, "I don't see why not...?" She responded, her voice in its soft, default setting. He seemed to be a junior or at the very least a new student, given she did not recognize him, and she usually recognized every boy she had ever seen..given her interests. Although she could have been wrong, her impression was that he was a junior given his young features. That or he was just a shounen-ai character that had come to life. Snapping back into reality before she began theoretically pairing him with other boys in the school, Misaki adjusted the strap of her bag over her left shoulder. Lunch was over so it was really best to get to class soon, but she would hear him out first.

"I'm Murray, Rocco. Junior class. So, you see I'm still new to the buildings. It's going to take some time to get used to."

Giggling a bit, Misaki bit back her amusement, "I got lost all the time my first year." She informed him. Somebody had once told her that it was easier to get over an uncomfortable situation if someone else who had experienced something similar shared their own embarrassing story. Recounting her own ordeal was an attempt to make him feel better, the violet haired girl unaware that he was faking. Misaki was really thick when it came to things like that, so it worked without a hitch. So... he's lost? Almost sounds like the premise to a manga...if he was talking to an attractive upperclassman instead of me... She thought to herself, finding it adorable, but she was a little disappointed that the moment was wasted on her instead of her being able to hide and witness him interacting with one of the senior boys. Her idea of 'adorable'.. was not in the same sense that most girls, Misaki was kind of...broken. She only paired boys with other boys. While she could admit he was cute, it was nothing more than an observation. Misaki... she never considered heterosexual romance, let alone having feelings for or forming a crush on anyone herself.

"I'm looking for the senior class. One of the seniors is expecting me. I'm hoping she'll give me a map. I don't want to be a bother to pretty ladies like you. I'm sure you've got other things to deal with."

Eyes widening as he called her pretty, her cheeks flushed a bit and she quickly changed the subject, "O...Oh. Yeah, our classes are close by. Just follow me!" She smiled warmly, starting to walk ahead, but glancing over her shoulder to make sure that he was coming. She didn't want to leave him in the dust after agreeing to help him. That would be rude, but she couldn't help feeling apprehensive, "O-oh yeah! I am Serinuma, Misaki. A senior." She stammered, almost completely forgetting to introduce herself to him after his compliment. She made sure to not get more than a few steps ahead of him as they walked to their classes, and she opened the door to the proper building, "Our classes we are going to are in here. My class is...LAB G.3 BUILDING C... The senior you're looking for could be there. I think yours should be near there too." She made a point to bring it up, so he could recognize it's entrance in the future. After giving him a moment to take in the appearance of building C, Misaki stepped inside and led him through until they made it to the entrance of her classroom. It didn't take too long, given how flustered she was. Her pace was a bit...quick.

Turning to face him for the first time since he called her pretty, Misaki smiled nervously, "I hope you find who you are looking for. I really should find a seat.." barely noticing the moment between Devone and Ryou. Normally she would have sat toward the back, as she usually did, but instead, she took one of the first seats available, sitting on the available side of Sora. She wouldn't get to watch the boys in class interact if she was at the front, but right now she just wanted to sit. Letting her head rest on her right arm, Misaki laid her head down, concealing her face against the desk. Today had been far too eventful, first with Kazuki... then Devone's implications... her close call with the boy in Tag Rugby (Chase), and being called pretty by the friendly junior..? She felt exhausted. This is not the kind of stuff she enjoyed. All of it, it made her a nervous wreck. She couldn't handle things like compliments or compromising potentially 'romantic' situations. She was...an observer, a connoisseur of male-to-male relationships. Why couldn't everyone leave her out of it now that she had lost weight? Sure, no one seemed to recognize her, but she wasn't thrilled by the new attention. I'm not looking to be swept off my feet... it's so exhausting... Why do girls want this...? Now that her face was hidden, her entire face heated up, all of her embarrassment from that day piling up as her thoughts returned to each scenario. The only indication was her ears turning red unto her knowledge. Sora seemed preoccupied so she wasn't exceptionally worried, thus it slipped her mind.





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Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Rocco Murray Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma
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Rocco observed the violet-haired girl's reaction. She was startled by him coming over to chat. Now that he thought about it, it was strange that she was sitting all alone. There are a lot of girls sitting alone in this school. There was Devone, Yuuki and her (Misaki). It wasn't bad news. Picking up girls was going to be a piece of cake for guys like him because he can talk to them one on one when he feels like it. "I don't see why not...?" She had a nice soft voice and he could get used to that. Rocco looked at her and wore a relaxed smile at her willingness to help. They were the same height so maintaining eye contact was a lot easier than one of them having to adjust.

"I got lost all the time my first year."
"Haha you don't say." he replied, laughing nervously some more in the role of a lost junior and rubbing the back of his tousled hair. Rocco really was lost but he wasn't as helpless or embarrassed as he was acting. It was better this way because he might get turned down for assistance if he pulled out his other personality. Get help first, flirt later. He had his priorities right.. but there wasn't any harm in admitting she was pretty for now. That would be his opening first impression.

"O...Oh. Yeah, our classes are close by. Just follow me!"
He watched her cheeks flush and eyes widen after his compliment. It was the exact reaction he'd hope from teasing or complimenting most girls but in this case, it made him more curious about her. Sits alone and wears her heart on her sleeve. He lied a little but he wasn't lying about her looks. There was just something off about her. Yuuki and Devone's situations were clear about why they were alone. Devone had a notorious reputation and Yuuki, he heard the robotic label. But what about you? She (Misaki) didn't provide any reason to be an outcast like this. "Great, thanks." he returned her warm smile and followed but he noticed she began to stutter and made sure to walk ahead of him.

"O-oh yeah! I am Serinuma, Misaki. A senior."
He wanted to laugh because either she was a shy duckling or he had a great effect on her. Rocco hoped it was the latter because he got a kick out of teasing girls. "Serinuma-senpai? Okay. I hope we'll get a chance to meet again after this." he confirmed her name's pronunciation and committed it to the memory. He wasn't sure how schooling between seniors and juniors worked out around here but knowing him, he'd find ways to reconnect with girls he took an interest in. The violet-haired girl opened the door to a building and he kept it politely agape for the few students rushing in after him.

"Our classes we are going to are in here. My class is...LAB G.3 BUILDING C... The senior you're looking for could be there. I think yours should be near there too." He let go of the door allowing it to close when there weren't anymore students going inside. "I see. That's convenient." His eyes scanned around the interior growing confident about finding his way. The rooms were clearly labelled above. The only hassle was the crowd of students taking up space in the hallway and Misaki walking.. faster. Haha is she trying to lose me? Rocco was amused but not easily shaken off her trail, maneuvering through the crowd to keep up.

"I hope you find who you are looking for. I really should find a seat.."
Rocco assumed the senior was the shy type. Her smile was still friendly but nervous and he hadn't done anything except call her pretty. Piece of cake. I can't wait to dig into you. "Thanks again. You've been a great help." he smiled back with no trace of his lewd thoughts. Once Misaki moved to sit down, his eyes left her to look for his target and low and behold, Devone was still with the same guy he saw her leave gym with. His brown eyes locked on him (Ryou) wondering what his business with Ursula could possibly be to have taken up the entirety of lunch. Tall, athletic-looking and serious was his deduction. Rocco was not intimidated but he wasn't pleased. I've always seen Ursula alone. Who is he? He didn't have a good feeling about this. Call it just gut but the dark-haired male didn't come across as a taken advantage of loser. "Ursula. A word in private." Rocco's tone was serious, his eyes narrowed meeting the two's attention.

He became self-conscious about how bothered he looked. Ursula had never seen him this way, just light and flirty. He didn't want to leave the impression he was desperate for her or jealous. His eyes averted to Misaki, praise her for sitting so near him at the front. He took a step in her direction, his hand gently placed on top of hers that was left open to him over her desk. He leaned over her ear to whisper, biting back a chuckle because her ears were red. He didn't know how but he wished it was because she was embarrassed thinking of him. They were in each other's company seconds ago after all. "Rest easy, senpai." His voice was low and seductive for her ears only but if she didn't recognize him and had to look up, he'd smile the smile he had always shown her like he was harmless. He'd step back and pocket his hands again for Ursula's response, his confidence and playful smirk returning to him. You're not the only one who has other options so don't waste my time.



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Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Sora Harigae Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Rocco Murray Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma
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She noted Ryou's shrugging shoulders. She couldn't fault him for not being as affected by the cafeteria event like her. With his fans, maybe he was too used to causing a scene and it was just tiring for him. Plus she was sadistic about scaring and intimidating others. Ryou only acted out of necessity. "Better late than never." Devone smiled because even though he didn't share in her sadism, he wasn't opposed to it. "Indeed." She would have ended the discussion there but Ryou started staring at her and she knew that look all too well. He was analyzing her. It was different because she thought she was the only one trying to analyze him. "Hmm, I should thank them." Devone returned his gaze but only out of the corner of her eyes as they walked alongside one another. She caught a smile tugging at his lips and the way he looked at her was not a look she often received. Sincere and gentle. What have I said or done for this token? she thought skeptically. It's true that not much was known about Ryou even if one kept close attention to the rumor mill and they didn't spend time together until lately but it was getting increasingly harder to believe that he was putting on a show. He was not like anyone she had ever met before. She knew how to tell apart the liars, the abusers and the losers who tried to get the upper hand on her through personal experience. Ryou was not any of the above. At least, not in the ways that she knew of. But which is it? Are my observations failing me or am I faced with an alien? Any unknown territory for Devone is dangerous ground.

"Oh?" She questioned his reasons. It was weird that he expressed the desire to thank the hooligans who had been nothing but trouble. The paper airplane had robbed them of their good mood, isn't it? They were talking just fine until that moment that led them to leave the cafeteria behind in somewhat of a hurry. Oh. Maybe he found my face funny. Devone noted her change into her Ursula appearance was most likely the first time he had seen it up close. She also didn't believe he found it scary either because she recalled he had patted her shoulder during it. Does Giou-san find anything scary? There's an interesting thought.. Devone wasn't plotting to take his smile away as she already expressed subtly but that didn't mean she could stop being curious. Devone would always stay curious. Her thoughts ceased when Ryou moved to poke one of her faintly blushed cheeks that accompanied her giggling fit. His fans would probably die and go to heaven already in her shoes with holding hands and everything else that he was doing but it was his words that reached her more. "I heard and saw something good." Devone was quick to the meaning, her head turned to look at him more to check he wasn't joking or making fun of her. "It's good it made you happy." Ryou elaborated before his focus returned to their destination. Her available hand reached up to brush the spot he poked with her fingertips before her face changed into a childish sulk; her cheeks puffed up and that light blush still present. Devone really didn't understand Ryou although the key to understanding him was simple if she would only believe that such sincerity exists.

"Kim-san." Devone stopped sulking and she returned to her original collectedness as they stood before the allocated classroom. "I know you can handle yourself."Again? He repeated the line from lunch so she assumed what he had to say next wasn't going to be different and that the topic would once again be about the risk of being around him. "Do what you want, get what you want." She was wrong, her eyes widening slightly as she gazed up at him. The way she stared at him, it was like time stood still. What I want? His hand squeezed hers, a reminder that she wasn't swept up in an illusion. Her eyes softened because she didn't know how she should feel. So many questions were running through her mind trying to search for his angle or motive. "You deserve more than you think so." Devone stood firm like a statue when Ryou placed his hand on her head. She really could not spare a second to look away from those silver eyes because he didn't stop saying such unpredictable things. If she looked away, she might miss a sign that he was bluffing or miss a sign that it was authentic. She couldn't afford to miss any observation that might help her confused state. "I believe in you."

But should you? She followed him into the classroom silently as her thoughts raced. You have no idea who I am or what I've done.. what I'm willing to do. Her mother's killer Chey was locked away in her mansion and she would interrogate him soon after she was done here with classes. Honestly, she wanted him to suffer slowly and painfully. There was no doubt that this was the closest she had ever been to wanting to take a human life. He was so close and in her grasp. How could she not go through with vengeance? It was practically sitting waiting for her to take a stab. She had come so far and to falter now would write off everything she had done to reach this climax a waste of time and resources. Devone had abandoned the country and father she grew up with just to chase this despicable man. "Giou-san and Kim-san? Unusual. Today is most unusual." The senior class president's oddity for commenting on everything snapped her out of her silence. It wasn't like her to stand still in silence for so long. "You're too kind Giou-san but don't let me fool you." Her voice was playful and she even included a wink but she said it because she couldn't accept it. She was self-deprecating because she believed she was as horrible as the rumors around her suggested. How could someone so hated for all her life deserve more?

He released her hand and she half wondered if his words were a kind of parting message until the weekend. They sorted out the kris kringle arrangement and lunch time was well over. There was no reason to extend their time into science class and she knows Ryou only acts out of necessity. He was no longer needed in that regard. She fixed the strap of her bag on her shoulder but wasn't given the opportunity to decide how to proceed with him. "Ursula. A word in private." She turned her attention to the door where the recognizable voice came through. There was only one individual who kept calling her that openly instead of behind her back. "Murray-san, what do you want?" Her tone mirrored his serious one. She was surprised to see the brown-haired junior again because he had completely slipped her mind after deciding what was to be done with him. She had shifted the responsibility onto one of her debtors and ticked him off her to-do list. Such is life. she remarked to herself because people really are unpredictable creatures that kept her life occupied and entertaining. Instead of responding to her question right away, he made a display of flirting with Serinuma-san while her eyes were on him. This would not normally irritate her but that girl was getting more attention than she deserved. It was the second time in the day that her fellow senior was being flirted with right in front of her. I don't understand it. She's not bad but she's not drop dead gorgeous. I suppose weak men always go for the easier pickings.

Devone placed her hand on her hip impatiently. "You have 5 minutes." She glanced back one last time at Ryou with a polite bow of the head to end their discussion before walking past Rocco to exit the classroom. She would walk until she located an empty room to step inside of and faced the open window. The hallways were too busy and noisy at this time to talk about anything and she wasn't afraid to be alone with a male. It was as Ryou said, Devone can handle herself. Once she heard footsteps and the door shut, she spun around on her heel and the wind coming through the windows drew attention to the silkiness of her dark hair flowing behind her. "Go on. Entertain me."

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Mom... I'll be visiting this weekend...

Yuuki pressed send after typing it out on her painfully outdated phone. She was eating in the hallway by herself. She didn't feel like going to the cafeteria or outside. The hallway was nice and empty, it gave her time to think. Touching her shoulder, her cheeks flushed again. She really needed to stop wearing a baggy uniform. She needed to find a way to buy a smaller one for the sake of her own health, one that fit properly. His lips had touched her bare skin, and the memory was not easily dismissed.

Really!? I'll leave it as a surprise for your father! I will make dinner! Are you really planning to ride the train by yourself?

Blinking several times, her chopsticks stuck out of her mouth as she read the text's contents. Yuuki could hear the excitement and worry in her mother's voice, even if they were over an hour away, even longer by train considering all of the stops it would make in between. Her mother wore her heart on her sleeve, something Yuuki had done as a child. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but Yuuki was glad she had changed. Her mother was often crying whenever she called home. Her emotions were so strong... She wasn't taking her husband's illness well. The question though... It was really hard to answer, but she couldn't lie to her parents.

No... I.. I have a classmate coming with me.

Sending the text, Yuuki finished up her food, just in time to hear the bell ringing. Classes would start and she really needed to get a move on. Standing up and dusting herself off, she continued on to her class, already in building C. After cleaning up Rocco's defiant graffiti, she went there for a quiet place to eat. Why did he bother to thank me? Yuuki asked herself but quickly dismissed it. She didn't understand boys at all, so trying to wrack her brain for his intentions was nothing more than torturing herself. Walking up the staircase she received another text, her mother obviously ecstatic.

A friend!? I'll set up the extra cot in your room!

Oh...my god...Mom! Yuuki thought to herself in disbelief. Her entire face turned red and in her flustered state, she tripped over one of the steps, colliding hard with the floor, landing on her forearms and knees. She wasn't normally a clumsy person, but she couldn't help it when her mother put that kind of image in her head. Pushing herself back to her feet, she inspected herself for injuries. She wasn't bleeding anywhere, but she did skin her knee a bit. The area was kind of red, but she would survive. She didn't have time to be a little kid about it. Ow.. It kind of stings... she thought to herself, wincing a bit as she walked.

No! It's not a girl! Do NOT put the cot in my room!

She sent that text faster than she had ever typed in her life. She went down the hall not really paying attention to where she was going until she nearly bumped into a random student in the hallway. Taking a few steps back, she noticed Sora in the classroom. Rocco was there as well, talking to a very pretty girl (Misaki) with hair similar to her own. The other girl's hair was fuller, darker, and longer, but still, it was a shade of purple. ....He definitely gets around... she thought to herself, shrugging it off. That was none of her business anyway. At least it meant everything that had happened was nothing personal. It would be a lot easier to move on from it now that she was certain it had no meaning. Seeing both Sora and Rocco in the same place reminded her that she had been exceptionally harsh on Sora... While she had the time, she wanted to apologize.

Taking a deep breath, Yuuki slipped past the student she nearly had a direct collision with and entered the senior classroom, approaching Sora's desk, "Harigae-Senpai? I know class is about to start, but I wanted to apologize. I was..." Searching for the proper word was difficult. Rude? Stupid? Wrong? There were so many ways she could describe it, but she didn't want to release too many details, especially with Rocco so close by. She couldn't even bring herself to look at him, but she did adjust the neckline of her blazer, tugging it closer to her shoulders and neck as if she was freezing, but mostly it was because she was subconsciously trying to cover as much skin as possible, ".. I was unfair the last time we spoke. I'm not used to relying on others, I shouldn't have been so difficult." she explained. She received another message, checking her phone briefly.

It's a BOY?! I'll buy you some outfits! You better wear one! You need to dress cute! You always hide how cute you are behind those huge glasses and baggy clothes. Dress up for your father, okay? Is it the boy from the dance?! You both looked so cute!

Gripping her phone, Yuuki lowered her head blushing quite a bit. She obviously did not like the contents of the message she received. Good lord... What is she going to choose this time? The Halloween costume was bad enough... Rubbing her temples, Yuuki let out a soft sigh before replying one last time. She really found herself dreading whatever her mother sent in the mail this time. Every time it was always something she was uncomfortable wearing.

No, it's not him! I'll let him know. He made his own costume. Why do you have to buy outfits? My clothes are fine! ....Did you have to dangle dad over my head?

After calming down from how upset her mother had made her, Yuuki's eyes returned to focus on Sora, doing her best to keep her attention on him, as it was far less embarrassing than allowing herself to steal a glance in Rocco's direction. She was better off not knowing if he noticed her, she wouldn't be able to meet his gaze anyhow, not yet at least, "Gomen ne... It was my mother. She's... very excited right now. She wanted me to tell you that your costume you made for the dance was nice." She confessed before shoving the phone in her pocket. Pinching the bridge of her nose, her cheeks were as red as an apple. How did she end up with all of these commitments? Guilt had ripped her apart until she came here to retract her words to Sora in the gym... then there was the incident where for some DUMB reason, she agreed to go back to her hometown for an entire weekend with Rocco... Was her brain lacking oxygen? Were there mind altering chemicals in that bathroom? Too much bleach? High school was so much more difficult than middle school had been. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't avoid developing connections with the people around her.

She overheard someone approaching Rocco to tell him that he had five minutes, but she wasn't sure what they meant by that. She didn't know the girl (Devone), but she had a very intimidating quality about her, not that Yuuki really minded. Yuuki was no stranger to girls that held themselves like that. Unfortunately, she was the victim of a lot of harassment in her younger years, but as she got older many of them gave up. Her reactions were boring at best back then, she let them call her whatever they wanted, it didn't phase her at all. They couldn't say or do anything worse than what God had done. Nothing was worse to Yuuki than losing her father, and day by day a piece of him chipped away... Snapping out of those thoughts, she noticed another familiar face in the room. Yuuki recognized the tall ebony haired male (Ryou) that was present from the first day of school. He was...Johnny's senior if she recalled correctly? She did not retain his name, but she recalled his face at least. The time she spent anticipating Sora's response felt like the longest moment of her life. What if he was angry? She couldn't blame him if he was... still... she was beginning to come to terms with it, she couldn't avoid him and she did enjoy his company. At the end of the day, he was one of her only friends.





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"Thank you dear~ I'll talk to you later!" Tadashi couldn't help but smile a tiny bit when his dearest friend Gen addressed him goodbye, he did recall that as it stood they would have literally forever to talk if she (Gen) did fully intend to move in with him. Which he hoped she did, he understood her fear of being alone and wanted to help. She had comforted him so endearingly and well in their younger years, it was the least he could do in return. But for now, Tadashi was on a mission. He navigated the school house as quickly as his feet would take him without actually jogging or even running. What had happened in the cafe he wasn't going to stand for, not in the least and was fully intending to elevate the incident to the proper levels within the school.

Making his way into the main office, Tadashi graciously introduced himself and requested to speak with the headmaster about an incident that had occurred at the Inryoku Cafe. OF course as expected, he wasn't allowed to simply walk in and see the headmaster but was allowed to fill out a report. He sighed, not very satisfied with the procedure but a strain of advice resonated within his mind. "When it comes to official matters, decorum and patience are as important as the emotion behind it. If you lack both, whatever goal you intend to accomplish within a structured system will fail." With constantly fluctuating eyes of red to purple and back, Tadashi stood at the counter and wrote down the incident in it's entirety on paper. Everyone that was involved, including the accused- Matsuda along with all of his friends that were antagonizing. He would see it that those boys were punished and never allowed to step foot within his cafe again. Bullying made Tadashi rather upset and any aspect that could be turned into more suggestive, or even sexual harassment was a absolutely infuriating. What he lacked in absolute physical strength and ability, he made up for in conviction and determination.

When all was said and done, he handed his scathing report to the receptionist who would forward the document to the proper authorities. He still wasn't satisfied. "I trust... That you find it, just cause to act on this in the interest of Hakuryu-san along with her family." There was a pregnant pause as the name sunk in, he felt dirty for using this tactic but names did make a difference in this school, for better or for worse. "She is a dear friend of mine and any affront towards her would offend myself- along with many others." His voice was genuine, but that conviction and urging to push the matter made it's way to the faculty member. Having a way with words was a gift he was very graceful to have. "Thank you sensei." Tadashi bowed and made his exit, immediately hearing the bell ring ending lunch.

The halls bustled and blurred with bodies going in every which direction heading to class from lunch. By now, he had largely remembered the layout of the school finding his way easily to his science class in building C. Lab G.3 finding the halls slowly begin to empty as students found their way. He had just barely caught a glimpse of pseudo-familiar black hair that belonged to none other than the dark haired beauty herself Devone, followed by a junior (Rocco) going into a room. All of which was none of his concern. He stepped inside the classroom, immediately spotting Sora and Misaki walking past them both. Going to an open table near the very left side in the middle of the classroom. It was mostly empty but slowly filling up with mostly unfamiliar faces, he was glad to be on time however and pulled out his science text book laying it on the table. Finding idle time, Tadashi looked out the window to his immediate left, seeing the outside courtyard. Students walked, some ran to wherever they were going and immediately the senior was thinking about music. On their own his hands started to make subtle sounds and drum beats on his desk, barely enough to be a nuisance but if anyone were to pay attention they'd be able to pick up on the quick and skilled drum beats. He'd do this for no more than a minute, before stopping realizing that he might be causing a nuisance. Tadashi sighed and glanced around the class, before looking back out towards the window just losing himself in thought. He was intelligent, but not made for school.
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Resting her head on the elongated desk was actually starting to help her relax, but before the flush of her cheeks went away, her endeavor to soothe her distress was interrupted. Feeling skin-to-skin contact, Misaki nearly jumped out of her skin. She wasn't sure if she should look up or not. Who was it? Was it an accident? Her heart hammered in her chest as she attempted to quickly make a decision on how to handle the situation.

"Rest easy, senpai."

However, before she could make a solid choice, she shivered feeling breath brush across her ear. Her cheeks burned brighter, Misaki lifting her head to identify the owner of the voice. Her eyes verified that it was exactly who she thought it was, her green eyes blinking several times. Wasn't he looking for someone? Why was he back to torturing her? Well, it wasn't literally torture per se, but any amount of flirting did make her feel nervous, and after a while, it did make her chest ache, "Eh? W-What was that for?" She asked him, obviously shaken up. She withdrew her hands closer to her body as he withdrew, all but stuffing them between her knees. Is he making fun of me..? She asked herself, averting her gaze temporarily as she tried to deduce his reasoning. What was he doing, and more importantly, why? Wasn't he looking for.... She couldn't remember right off the bat, given her flustered demeanor, but it quickly came back to her, ...OH! Right! His senior?

Now that she was able to ask a question of merit, her head tipped to the side curiously, Misaki trying to change the subject from herself, "Is your senior not here yet..?" She asked trying to hide the hypersensitivity in her tone. She didn't care what they ended up talking about, as long as it wasn't her and did not involve making her heart rupture. She decided she really didn't want to know why he had said that to her... or why he had touched her hand, so redirecting the conversation seemed to be a sensible move. Misaki fumbled with her pencil bag and her science book, preparing her side of the desk, trying not to invade any of Sora's space, but mostly it was just a distraction, something to keep her hands occupied. She often began to fidget with whatever she could get her hands on in difficult situations, it just so happened her school supplies were the nearest objects at her disposal.

"Gomen ne... It was my mother. She's... very excited right now. She wanted me to tell you that your costume you made for the dance was nice."

Too lost in her own anxiousness, Misaki didn't realize someone else had approached the science table. A small girl with short mauve hair. K-Kawaii~ She's so tiny, and a little bookish... I almost mistook her for a boy! Misaki thought, her eyes somewhat sparkling, however, she was slightly disappointed when her eyes eventually landed on the female uniform. That girl didn't seem to be very comfortable at the moment either, but that was not what caught her attention. The way she spoke of her mother did. Misaki's relationship with her mother wasn't very good... and she found herself a little envious that the other girl's seemed to be very loving. Her green eyes lingered, just long enough to note the other girl's annoyance with her mother, a bitter smile forming on Misaki's lips.

"You have 5 minutes."

Confused, and a bit relieved to have a reprieve, Misaki averted her gaze from the mauve-haired student, "See you around, Murray-san." Her tone had equalized now, confident that she would no longer be able the subject of his coquetry. That was more than enough to calm her exhausted spirits. Still, she was in the same class as Devone, she needed all of her energy for that. Misaki was fully aware that she had flat-out lied to the girl the school had dubbed as "Ursula". Still, it wasn't like she could have been honest with her. It had been a situation from hell. If anyone found out about her previous self, her entire life could spiral, depending on who discovered the truth. At least class would start soon, which meant there would not be a lot of time to focus on the other students but also would prevent anyone from giving her too much unwanted attention as well. For once, Misaki was very grateful for class. It would be a welcomed diversion from how her day had begun, perhaps it would be redirected from its current course. Maybe she could fade back into being a wallflower, that way she wouldn't have to deal with all of the painful and raw sensations that overwhelmed her. I don't want to be noticed or loved... I just want to watch from afar... she thought to herself, her cheeks slowly returning to their original color.





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Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Rocco Murray Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma

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Misaki really was a cute thing. Her cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree. He was glad to have stumbled upon her on his journey to see the wicked witch. "Eh? W-What was that for?" Rocco smiled a step out of her personal bubble already. He knew Devone was waiting on him but he can't resist, not when Misaki was reacting cute like that. โ€œGomen. I just wanted to wish a tired senior sweet dreams." He apologized but felt sorry for nothing. His second day of school and he was flirting like there was no tomorrow. It was quite a feat all the girls he had been with in one day and no one would guess with the harmless face he was born with. "Is your senior not here yet..?" She was the whole package of flustered, his eyes watching her blink rapidly, hands moved away then some fidgeting. Girls like her made him feel like he was on top of the world. "You have 5 minutes." Ursula didn't sound as amused and walked off ahead of him. Whether she was not amused because of him or he had caught her in a bad mood was undetermined but he got what he asked for.. a word in private. He looked back to Misaki as the answer was given. Devone wasn't his official senior because Gen was but Ursula was his.. in another way. He wouldn't object."See you around, Murray-san." He waved, his face never giving her a clue to how mischievous he was. Rocco didn't want her to know because it was more fun teasing her and seeing her troubled by it. โ€œI look forward to it, senpai." He said in a friendly nature.

Walking after Devone, he spared a moment for his favorite class president. Rocco checked her out instinctively because of her captivating fragrance that he had the pleasure of accessing up close. She was talking to the pathetic senior (Sora) but annoyance was put on hold because he knows he's winning with their weekend trip together. His leg purposely brushed against hers on his way out and he looked over his shoulder to tell her something. "Give me 5 minutes prez and I'll fix that up for you." Rocco was playing doctor today. He helped Fuyuki with her ankle and offered to help Yuuki with her red skinned knee. Courtesy of the gentleman thief. That nickname wasn't so bad. Would that become his title if he was as notorious as Ursula someday? He had a few years to build it up as a junior.

Hot on Devone's heels, they reached an isolated classroom where nobody would disturb them. He assumed Devone as a senior should be aware of which classrooms were vacant at this time of day and that it must be grave for him to request this private audience. On the other hand, maybe she underestimated him. His only victim in private was Yuuki and he wasn't intimidating like that guy (Ryou) who was hanging out with her. Their fate was sealed when he closed the door just like how he closed the door to the bathroom at lunch. This was going to play out his way, the way a scene between a boy and a girl behind closed doors is thought to go. Gotcha. He thought, licking his lips with lust when her back faced him much like how Yuuki faced him before he took advantage of her. Ursula was a different girl so he'd play his cards differently but he's gonna win. In the end, he's a guy and she's a girl whose physical strength can't match up.

Devone's hair fluttered in the wind. It made him think how much he'd like to grab it. "Go on. Entertain me." He smirked. Rocco didn't have to hide himself from her or hold back. The pair weren't acquainted long but they held a mutual understanding that they were alike right from the very start like kindred spirits. There was an indescribable urge ignited to both pursue her and break her from the very moment he laid eyes on her and witnessed the air around her because she was like him but he hated himself too. It was confusing for anyone who was not them. It has to be experienced to be understood.โ€œYou think Iโ€™m a dog anyone can put on a leash dontcha?" He walked over addressing her as she stood confidently behind the teacher's desk between them. โ€œEntertain? You want me to play fetch and beg?" he laughed. He wasn't offended that she thought so low of him because it was that underestimation that led to this moment to show all he can be.

He messed up his hair as he laughed. It was an eerie laugh like he was losing his mind but enjoying every second of it. Rocco walked closer to stand next to her, admiring the view beyond the windows to calculate his next moves. It faced the back of the school so there would be no witnesses. The room was fairly big, bigger than the boys bathroom but he'd carefully inch closer with every word. โ€œOkay. I'll be your lap dog." he said teasingly, waiting for her eyes to settle on him. In the next minute, he had pressured her against the desk with that careful closeness he was working on by distracting her with words. โ€œYouโ€™ll learn how dangerous I can be to you or useful for you." He leaned forward, their faces dangerously close. His eyes stared downwards intently into hers like he was searching for her soul buried beneath that ice cold exterior before he whispered her dirty little secret in her ear that he traded Sora for. โ€œYouโ€™re seeking justice for something you've lost." He said it confidently to fool her that he knew what was going on. He didn't trust Fuyuki completely but it was worth betting on. He pulled away for a split second to gauge Devone's reaction that confirmed it as truth. โ€œSo, will you make a deal with me Ursula?" A devilish smirk overriding all his innocence, he leaned in again with his hands holding the desk's edge blocking her sides. His head lowered to lick her exposed neck and he got drawn in, his right hand moving to hold her back as he got carried away. Rocco closed his eyes and sucked on her neck hard enough to leave a hickey. Unconsciously, he wanted to leave that mark to let guys like the one before (Ryou) know that they couldn't have her. Maybe he was down right possessive.



Popularity +1 Misaki, Yuuki
Charm +1 Devone