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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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FULL NAME
      Misaki Serinuma

NICKNAME(S)
      Misa-chan, Inu-chan, Mi-chan
"My name is Misaki, NOT Inu-chan!"


ImageGENDER
      Female

AGE
      Eighteen

G RADE
      Senior

SEXUALITY
      Heterosexual
"I like boys. I'm not into girls."

NATIONALITY
      ½ Chinese and ½ 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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HEIGHT
      5'6''

WEIGHT
      129

HAIR COLOR
      Dark violet ombré

EYE COLOR
      emerald green

ImageFA C E C L A I M
      Kae Serinuma

GENERAL APPEARANCE
      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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      ☮ Awkward ☮ Energetic ☮ Loner ☮ Clumsy ☮ Indecisive ☮ Stubborn ☮ Hesitant ☮ Easily Embarrassed ☮

      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.

LIKES
      ★ Food ★ Her brother ★ MANGA ★ Watching BL anime ★ Reading BL Manga ★ Watching guys interact from afar ★ Video games ★ Daydreaming ★ Naps ★

DISLIKES
      ✘ Dogs ✘ Vegetables ✘ Oranges ✘ Athletics ✘ Academics ✘ Being Center of Attention ✘ Romantic advances ✘ Conflict ✘

TALENTS
      ♦ Reading ♦
      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.

      ♦ Hairstyling ♦
      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.

      ♦ Baking ♦
      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.

FLAWS
      ✖ Overeating ✖
      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.

      ✖ Sensitive ✖
      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.

      ✖ She runs away from personal problems ✖
      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.

FEARS
      ☢Someone realizing she used to be obese☢ 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.

      ☢Love☢ 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

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Character Portrait: Shiori Kitogawa Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Rhys Browning Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Sora Harigae Character Portrait: Misaki Serinuma
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Before taking a seat at the tables of the Overachiever's Committee within the library, Sora had the courteous urge to approach the club president, Yuuki to offer apology and explanation. "I'd like to apologize for the late arrival of Browning-san, Kitogawa-san and I, as well as take full responsibility. I had to change into a dry set of uniform after jumping into the pool with Misaki and my pants zipper was stuck which lead to Browning--" Sora with his lack of social awareness did not know he was detailing the events of today more than necessary to the club president. As he valued attendance and punctuality, he felt even more obliged than usual to explain the happenings that lead up to the tardiness. He didn't apologize for Misaki, as she was not an official club member and was not held to the same standard as proper members.

However, his whispering by the violet-haired girl's ear was interrupted by a sudden firm grip on his shoulder from none other than Rhys who wished to stop the tactless senior from continuing further for fear that he would soon be a laughing stock. Rhys wanted to avoid all manner of touching the cyan-haired boy had he been given a moment to second-guess himself but it was a natural instinct in order to spare his pride. "That's enough." The taller but younger male's strength combined with serious, lower tone of voice sent a clear message even to the dense Sora who ceased speaking immediately and looked over his shoulder to give a knowing nod at Rhys. The senior frail boy saw the situation a lot like wearing red and standing in the way of a raging bull, with an intimidating aura. Despite his social behavior as quite unorthodox, there were few who could reason with him and the brown-haired junior had become one of them. Rhys removed his hand and released a sigh of both relief and annoyance. Sora was older than him but in many ways, not nearly as mature.

Sora proceeded to sit between Misaki and Yuuki while Rhys seated himself on the other side with an unfamiliar face (Haruhi) and Shiori. As Rhys intended to take study club seriously, he knew he'd be seeing the members on a weekly basis and it was worth getting along. "Hello. I'm Browning, Rhys. Yourself?" He introduced himself and asked the senior girl (Haruhi). Her nationality was a mystery as there were obvious foreign features like her sandy blonde hair but traces of an asian ethnicity as well. Her accent would be more on an indicator to him whether she was a local or a foreign student. Awaiting her response, he gave her a discreet onceover while taking his seat, observing that his new acquaintance was quite beautiful before returning his attention to the club activities. Sora also took note of the same blonde hair student as the girl who advised him about how to treat girls not long ago but didn’t say or do anymore than a head tilt and blatant stare before Shiori spoke up to the group.

"If everyone can eat without making a mess, I've brought some cake to share. Everyone remember to properly thank Browning-san. I hope you don't mind I've brought a tag along, Fujioka-san... I will take full responsibility for her."

Rhys rubbed the back of his head a little shyly as his name was mentioned aloud although his expression remained stoic, keeping his embarrassment in check. Sora was feeling peckish after a long day and neatly retrieved and set his eating utensils as well as divided a fair slice onto his plate. "Arigatou Browning-san, Kitogawa-san. It looks delightful." He bowed his head politely in gratitude then ate a spoonful. His eyes lit up briefly at the splendid taste before trailing off in Misaki’s direction who was next to him. Sora leaned over closing the gap between them until there was nothing left, spoon dangling in his mouth childishly as he looked over his fellow senior’s (Misaki) notes. "Chu made spellin’ mistack." His words were almost incoherent mumbling as he pointed at a word on her paper. Rhys wasn’t minding anyone else as he focused on his own assignment. His partner (Mao) wasn’t present and there was a chance they would meet up to continue working on it together sometime but he would feel much better adding onto it now and running it by her for approval later. The others’ appeared to be working on similar assignment tasks too so there was an opportunity to brainstorm and bounce ideas off each other.

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Sora and Rhys simultaneously looked at Shiori as she dropped her pencil. It was a minor clumsy act but in the peaceful library, the pencil drop was loud enough to attract their attention. Her face was an undeniable dark shade of red adding to the curiosity and concern of both boys with different reactions to address it. "Kitogawa-senpai, do you need a breather?" Rhys thought it would be idiotic to ask the general question ‘Are you okay?’ as her face was clearly flushed. He was making the move to stand from his chair to escort her out of the library if required. She had a tendency to get embarrassed quite easily and the blush didn’t look like it would die down quickly. She could also be a sourpuss and overreact when presented with an embarrassing situation but he had no clue why she was red in the face in the first place. Sora removed the spoon from between his lips and gestured at the dark-haired senior president with it. "Could it be you are stressed Kitogawa-san? Studies can be quite stressful and still, you offered to assist with Kim-san's half. Be sure you are not pushing yourself." Sora closed his eyes in thought and lowered the spoon to place on the plate. He was not that close to the other class president for seniors but as they had similarities about difficulties fitting in, presidencies and he was in debt to her for diffusing his situation with Ryou and Devone, he did care about her well being genuinely. He recalled his attempt to alleviate Yuuki's stress before during the evacuation and the idea popped up in his head that didn't take long to form into intractable words. "Browning-san, instead of a breather she needs a kiss." He selected Rhys as her junior, close proximity to her and as the first one to speak up about Shiori's personal dilemma. "Fujioka-san can attest that it is effective." Sora shared all his thinking with no consideration for the outcome.




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Although it was a weekend, Misaki was forced to wake up bright and early like always. Unfortunately on this particular morning her mother was especially terrible. It seemed that she had a bad day at work on Friday and she had a lot of opinions about her clients, ones she could not share with her husband as he did not care for the 'chirping of women'. It infuriated Misaki each time he said something insensitive like that, but there wasn't a lot that she could do. She did not wish to cause problems, Shouta's childhood still had promise, he did not live in the constant 'after' as she did. He wasn't even aware of their sibling that died in her early childhood, he did not know the screaming matches she endured as a child between their mother and her father and she was very determined to shelter him from that, his current environment wasn't the best but it was a million times better than what she grew up in. Even now, she rarely saw her father. It had been nearly a week, partially by choice, but also somewhat due to his work schedule.

The Serinuma family home was extravagant, having several buildings on the property, but this was due to her step-father's grand idea to rebuild and turn their home into a family-run hot spring. The business was booming for sure, it had become a popular resort for the well-to-do, but it was suffocating sharing her home with strangers at all given hours of the day and on every occasion. It made Christmas dreadfully awkward. Then there was the fact she was forced to abandon the surname of her biological father... it felt like the ultimate betrayal but she wasn’t given a choice. Much of her life played out that way, if she was being honest. Misaki... was accustomed to having no choice. Like now, her mother forced Misaki to wake up early to style her hair. Misaki was not asked politely, her mother simply stormed into her room and demanded her expertise. Finishing the last of the braids, Misaki brushed her own hair out of her face. Her mother waved a hand to her dismissively, as if Misaki were one of the maids, cutting into her daughter’s feelings deeply without even uttering a word. Not even a ‘Thank You’...

As she left, Misaki made a beeline down the stairs. She did not stop until she made it to the front door, slipping on her shoes and out. She managed to escape her exercise regimen. Good. There would be consequences, but for now, she needed real air. Needed to feel less stifled by her ungrateful mother and the complete strangers swarming the grounds of her home... Home, that was a joke. This place... there was no sense of security. Her body was always up for criticism, her diet as well. This ‘home’ was simply a place where her flaws were torn apart one by one, where she was forced to become someone perfect, at least on the surface. She... didn’t have a choice. No choice. No choice. You have no choice. The dark, depressing voice clawing into her thoughts wouldn’t shut up. It rang inside her head, louder and louder. She was walking a bit faster now, the people around her laughing, swimming in the heated pool, gossiping, she hated them all in that moment. Their noise mixed with the horrible demon that was plaguing her mind... it was too much.

Not enough. Never enough. You’ll never be enough. It... was her own voice, the demon stole it. It sounded angry, judgmental, it was screaming inside of her head louder than she ever had. Her brisk walk turned into a jog, and before she knew it that jog became running. It was a bit of a run to even get off the property, and normally Misaki did not subject herself to exercise like this, but she had to leave. Anywhere. She needed to be anywhere but ‘home’.

She barely felt the hard thumps the soles of her shoes made with the asphalt beneath her, or the burning in her legs as she forced herself to keep going full speed, refusing to slow down. Her eyes burned, her lungs ached, but she kept pushing forward. Not athletic in the slightest, this was challenging for her, but her body was determined to get her away despite the exertion. For once, Misaki was grateful that she lost so much weight, this... would have been far more cumbersome at her previous size. While she was grateful for that... it was infuriating that her mother claimed the entire ordeal was “for her sake” yet at times like this she could be so cold... Misaki... couldn’t help feeling her mother forced her to lose the weight because she had become an embarrassment to her, or even worse, to appease her stepfather. Perhaps she didn’t fit in their picture perfect family at her previous size? He never approved of her, but especially so before she lost the weight. She always saw the disgust in his eyes...

Tears had begun to cloud her vision so it was too late to course correct. Misaki was so lost in thought, so absorbed in her fears, fears she tried to avoid breathing life into for so many years that she didn’t even notice when she ran right into the road, without even looking for oncoming traffic. It was reckless, but she’d had enough. Enough biting her tongue, enough ridicule, enough shame. She just... wanted to be Misaki... was that so wrong? Was she so awful that she couldn’t be accepted even by her own parents if she chose to be herself? She was so tired... of hiding who she was at home, at school. What is the point? Well, that was her initial thought. Until she could hear the cars. She instinctively froze, wiping her eyes, turning frantically trying to keep her sights on the cars zooming by from each direction, her heart beating so hard it caused her chest to ache painfully. It felt like she would die from a heart attack if not from being hit...

Finding herself stuck between the lanes, Misaki tried to find an opening to dart to safety. It had all happened in a split second, but crossing was terrifying. People were honking at her, the gust of wind that hit her as they drove past made her entire form shake harder than a leaf in the wind. She wasn’t sure if she was cold or not, but she was definitely terrified. She did not want to die, but none of the cars actually stopped to let her by safely. Nice people swerved for her comfort, but they knew they had cars behind them that would rear end them if they tried.

When one particular rude driver got far too close for comfort causing Misaki to stumble out of the way, not realizing that it put her in the opposite lane. Eyes widening as she saw the next car coming right at her. Her legs froze on her to her horror, locking her in place. When it came to fight, flight, or freeze, she fell into the latter category it seemed when the matter was life or death. I... I don’t want to die... she thought to herself, closing her eyes tight. Her problems as horrible as they were... were extremely temporary. She could handle it... it was just overwhelming in the moment. Kowai. Kowai... scared stiff she found herself at the mercy of the driver and their brakes.

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"I made a reservation for 6PM sharp."
"Cancel it."
"I don't cancel plans... not even for you. Get dressed."
"Cancel it."
"You're insistent on this."
"I am."

Hiro turned around from the full length mirror to direct his attention to his girlfriend who was refusing to cooperate with his dinner plans. This was problematic but he did not act much concerned as it was not a regular occurrence. Perhaps it was a mood swing of some sort or that time of month. Usually, she was very cooperative and supportive of his agenda. 'Behind every great man, there's a great woman.' his father would often say while doting on his mother. But Hiro had heard another version, an alternative that was more along the lines of, 'Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.'

"Since when do you give orders to me? Get dressed." He reminded her of their roles and returned to facing the mirror to fix his collar, although able to view her figure and blood-colored glare in the background. She did not desist as she picked up the most fragile object from his desk, a shot glass and threw it to the wall on his right. He noted it was the first time she had thrown such a fit in his presence. However, he didn't flinch or turn around, continuing with his routine for the night out and slipped on a classic suit jacket. "That was my father's." He stared matter-of-factly, adjusting his sleeves and checking that the length settled comfortably around his wrists. "I know." From her response if it were truthful, it must mean she really wanted a go at him or sought such attention but it would prove to be a waste of time. He had plans. "Whatever it is that you're feeling, put it aside." He left the mirror to cross the room, sweeping aside the glass shards temporarily closer to the wall using the side of his shoe. When he was satisfied, he took steps towards the object of his affection and analysed every inch of her emotionally flawed being. "You're being emotional. Whoever upset you, that's what they want. They want to see you suffer. They want to make you weak. Don't fight with me and get dressed." He gazed into her eyes that were consumed with all this unnecessary emotion. It was for her own good that she toss it aside at the least, for tonight.

"What's wrong with you? I'm upset and you don't ask why? You don't even question it?" She was shorter than him and physically inept but her tongue hissed like a serpent and her eyes, her blood red eyes that he so adored were burning bright and spreading like fire.
"Feel something."
"Feel something!"
She banged on his chest making more demands. Hiro already reminded her that it was not her place to issue orders. He warned her but still she disobeyed. He would not have it. 'Revelation 3:19 Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline, so be zealous and repent.' He instantly made a move, grabbed her and pinned her to the wall with his own body. It was loud as he used his strength only holding back some and their shoes mixed with the glass underneath. His eyes never left hers but they did change, the amber sharper as they aligned and challenged her red to a duel. "I feel pity for you. Look at you in such a sorry state. You want to cry a river but you can't afford the tears. So, you resort to anger and you take it out on me whom is the closest to you. You want to push me away. Now, why would you want to do that? You need me." His voice was lower and breath heavier as he leaned in close, their foreheads touching. Although touch between partners is generally used for expression of affection, their relationship operated unconventionally where touch was also a tool and threat no matter how sweet it looked on the surface."Pity... that's all you feel." She mumbled under her breath as confirmation that she heard correctly. "You're upset but it's not me you're upset at. It's not about us." She was venting and he had not done her wrong so he was confident in his words. "Go and get dressed."

"It is now. We're through."

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Hiro slammed down on the brake pedal and swerved the car. He had been driving above the speed limit lost in his memories when a mindless pedestrian decided to freeze on the spot right in front of his oncoming vehicle. He had managed to stop the car but missed the person barely as they were positioned by the side window of his driver seat, still frozen stiff. A line of cars behind him hit each other as a result. He looked in his rear view mirror and could identify that one of the drivers was already taking initiative to report the road traffic accident. Hiro had no interest in spending the rest of his day speaking with police over such a trivial matter. His car was not damaged and he had not hit the pedestrian but he had been driving over the speed limit. His amber eyes turned to eye the pedestrian who had brought such trouble. A stranger, female of average height or slightly above, dark violet hair and green eyes... shining emeralds. She must have been crying.

Hiro's hand was ready to honk the car horn at her but stopped himself. He could hear the footsteps of one of the drivers involved in the accident from behind approaching and it would not look good. Hiro stepped out of the car, his long white jacket flowing behind him as a gust of wind picked up and sent his hair in disarray. He stood right in front of the female pedestrian then broke the comfort zone by stepping even closer to analyze what he was dealing with, what he was working with... "Excuse me. Oh, there was a pedestrian." The driver in his late 40s commented aloud, looking from Hiro to the girl then back again. "Yes. Appears not injured but I'm taking her." Hiro replied assertively, bending down to lift the girl off her feet and into his arms in a bridal carry. The driver stuttered with obvious disapproval but Hiro made his way for the car and his tone of voice was unkind, impatient, perhaps even intimidating as he had no desire to stay and this man was delaying. "If you care for this girl to have medical attention as soon as possible, open the car door and let me take her. Do not waste time." The male driver sighed but gave in, opening the passenger side door for Hiro to place her. "Alright but I will note your car plate if anything happens." The driver then left to talk with the other drivers. Hiro's hand reached for her seat belt and buckled it, then slid all the way up the top to check the tightness was not suffocating. In the process, the back of his hand had lightly brushed inappropriately over her chest area but he didn't react or say anything.

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He closed the door and resumed his place in the driver seat, next to his new passenger. There was more room for her at the back but he could keep a better eye on her if she was closer and beside him should she cause any more trouble. Beep His car was connected to his phone to keep him updated while driving. Once he stepped on the gas and voiced confirmation, the notifications poured. He did not expect any personal messages and his passenger might as well have been comatose with how frozen she was when he discovered her. She wasn't a threat and he was also in no rush to make conversation. Silence was comfortable to him no matter who he was with so long as he was in control of the situation. "Proceed."


Nakajuma, Asahi
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(1) Voicemail message


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Oshiro, Hiro.
Welcome to Airdalen Academy. Please be informed that as per your successful enrolment and nearing the festive Christmas season, we have assigned you a Kris Kringle/ Secret Santa assignment that is due this coming Monday. Students are encouraged to be creative and generous in selecting a gift for their assigned fellow student as is the tradition and spirit of Christmas. As we are well aware of the last minute arrangement, we have attached a general file of the student you have been assigned to ease the process for you. We look forward to your attendance.

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Misaki never quite understood why car accidents that were filmed for tv shows and movies were often presented in slow motion. The cars were often going impossibly fast and as someone that had never seen a real accident for herself until now, it didn't make sense. Never in her life would she have believed that the way they depicted it was so painfully accurate if she had not witnessed it for herself...by running into traffic. I-I did something really stupid didn't I...? While it felt like time had all but come to a complete stop, Misaki was still too terrified to realize the full extent of what she'd caused.

Subconsciously she knew enough, knew that she'd caused an accident, but it wasn't fully registering that in a slightly different scenario, many different scenarios, she wouldn't be walking away from this at all. It didn't quite hit her that she could have easily died over something that in hindsight was so insignificant. Confronted with her own mortality, she was in complete shock, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words as her brain went into overdrive as it tried to process what happened through the adrenaline and her emotional state.

While logically she was aware that anyone could die, as her baby sister had died so young in infancy, she never imagined that anything dangerous would happen to her. Recklessness like this was not like her, it was dumb, she should have gotten a better hold on her emotions, she knew that but in the moment it had felt like all the air was being stolen from her lungs and escape was her only chance to inhale again.

As she wasn't dead yet, did not feel an impact, Misaki took a shaky, dee[ breath, the best attempt she could muster to reign herself back in. She was surely in a lot of trouble, the police would be called. Would she have a record after this...? More importantly, was anyone hur- Oh dear god... what if someone in the cars got hurt, or...what if... what if they...-d-died? She'd never forgive herself if her stupid outburst of emotion had gotten someone killed. Life was too short, too precious.

It wasn't until she was approached by one of the drivers that Misaki somewhat snapped out of her thoughts. Words. She needed to use them, but none were coming out. Her head lifted to at least make eye contact, but with tears still clinging to her lashes and pooling in her eyes, her emerald orbs couldn't make him out very well. G-Get it together, Misaki! She scolded herself, fully aware that she had put his life at risk. Sure, she was bad with guys and this was hard enough on a good day, but she had to apologize. Still, no words came out immediately. She'd scared the shit out of herself, and it was going to take more than willpower, she was choking on anything that she tried to say to him. She was a wreck all on her own today, her issues with guys be damned.

Her first reaction was to take a step back when the very white stranger approached. No! That was not a race thing, he was just...literally in all white, like a monochrome photo, save his pants. She wondered how he managed to keep all that white clean, impressed honestly, she was not mindful enough to wear white. No! That's isn't the point. Back up! Just as she managed to put one foot a step behind her, an older man approached as well. Well, if her day wasn't distressing enough already, it seemed it was only going to get worse. A lot of people were rightfully angry, worried, or a blend of the two. She didn't want to go home, but she didn't want to be there any longer either. She didn't want to explain herself to absolute strangers, to the cops, to her parents.

Taking me? Did he say he is taking me?! Misaki immediately panicked. No, no, no! Leave me here! I change my mind, I'll talk to the police! She wanted to scream, but before she could gather herself enough to will her voice to breathe life to her thoughts he'd already swept her off of her feet. With a loud gasp, she instinctively steadied herself by holding on to him. She wasn't sure what was scarier, the prospect of being dropped or staying in his arms. Her soul was SCREAMING, nearly escaping her body. Her brain was frying, so many scary things were happening all at once that she was beginning to wonder if this was all just a very odd nightmare. The Fujoshi couldn't recall a single time she'd been carried in such a manner. In her younger years, she was too invisible, too pudgy, no one wanted to. She doubted they could have, and if they did, it would have had a more comical tone than anything. It would not have had the same effect.

Medical attention? Why did she need that? None of the cars had hit her!! Though when both men assured she made it into the younger one's car, Misaki thought immediately that she might die. Why was the older man letting her get in the car with this terrifying person!? Who let something like that happen to a young girl?! Taking his license plate would be useless if he was a serial killer, she'd be long gone by then! Why was this happening to her!? No one saw her until she lost weight. Ever. Misaki Serinuma was a total wallflower, as far as she could tell, no one from school remembered her despite her attending Airdalen for several years. She wasn't bullied, which she was eternally grateful for, but she just didn't exist...which was arguably just as bad and lonely. After so many years of being invisible, being seen was a new kind of hell, she didn't have the social skills or immunity that others had built. Her facial features always gave her away so easily that it was practically painful. Her entire existence had become about shyness, embarrassment, and trying to not stand out.

It wasn't until she felt the young ivory haired guy's hand graze her chest that Misaki jolted. Leaning back in the seat, her emerald eyes once again locked on him in her surprise, her cheeks turning red. He was getting by with a lot more with her than most, "I-I- You didn't have to- I-I'm sorry..." Misaki stammered, unsure of what tangent of thought she was going to stick with.

This... this was uncomfortable. Not the car, she was perfectly comfortable in the passenger seat, but... she was in a vehicle with a perfect stranger, it did little to ease her nerves. They were moving, her head turning slowly, looking out the window. Still shaking, Misaki couldn't quite figure out why he'd brought her along, but her tears were easing up as they left the wreckage she'd caused behind them. When he accepted the message, Misaki wiped her eyes. It had nothing to do with her, so she kept her eyes on the happenings outside, however, she couldn't help overhearing the name of her school, and as a result, his name.

ImageQuickly wiping her eyes on the pink sleeve of her jacket, the violet haired girl forced herself to focus on the moment. So...he's a student at Airdalen like I am... but he's new... so that information doesn't actually help me... He wasn't saying anything either... it didn't really bother her all that much, well, except for the fact that she owed him a proper apology. A lot of people could have been hurt, or worse... including the two of them, "I... I just want to apologize for dragging you into my problem." Misaki began, taking things slowly because she was still quite overwhelmed. The last thing she wanted was for her voice to break mid-apology. Taking in a quiet breath, she slowly continued what she finally decided on, I don't intend to make any excuses for it... so, uhm, I'm sorry. She chose not to address him by the name she'd overheard, it would totally give away that she'd listened to the email, and she had made a horrible first impression thus far. If there was going to be a risk of bumping into one another she wanted to backpedal to a more neutral zone, "I don't need a hospital...and my house was back there... I can just call an ube-" Misaki stiffened a little, staring down at her lap as she slipped her hand into her pocket only to realize she had forgotten her wallet...and her phone.

Worst. Day. Ever.

Shaking her head rather quickly, like a dog shaking off water, Misaki dismissed her thoughts, refusing to sink into a humiliation spiral, "N-No matter, I can call from a gas station... I've already imposed far too much." Misaki wasn't sure where he was going, but she was trying to escape this situation as politely as possible. Alone with a guy...it was impossible! She couldn't do it! She couldn't even pull her gaze up to look at him, this wasn't going to work!
Knowing she had held onto him, that he'd picked her up a few moments ago, she couldn't relax, not even a little bit.

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"I... I just want to apologize for dragging you into my problem."

Hiro didn’t respond even as his silent passenger began to speak, stuttering with her words to try to resolve the situation or at the very least, ease the tension that was possibly building within the vehicle and space between them. The violet-haired girl had already apologized before when he was buckling up her seat belt but it seemed she felt the need to apologize again with more thoughtfulness but with the same amount of stammering. He was driving beyond the speed limit at the time but she didn’t seem to know that and he wasn't going to enlighten her. If she believed it was her fault, he would let her believe that. The truth held no benefit.
She was out of sorts, shaking as much as the words but it was a natural reaction considering the circumstances. Hiro didn’t even know this girl’s name and he had bridal-carried her into his car without consent. He was well aware of what he had done was a little bizarre but that little bizarre option was preferable to the others. If he was going to have his time wasted inevitably, he would waste that time on his own terms.

"I don't need a hospital...and my house was back there... I can just call an ube-"

Hiro’s gaze turned to the side briefly as the girl reached for her pocket. It occurred to him that as timid and apologetic as she seemed, there was always a chance she'd reach out to someone about his questionable actions. She was struggling to speak, aloof, and shaken that made it look highly unlikely that she would attempt to physically overpower him especially after her frozen statue display but that didn’t mean she was incapable of surprising him overall as a stranger.
That concern faded rather quickly as the girl’s hand came up empty and he returned his focus to the road ahead. It was laughable really how bad her luck was to almost get run over by him and find herself empty handed with him. He was giving her room for doubt but at this rate, she was at his mercy if he willed it. Amused as he was, he didn’t show it. The girl was panicky enough already.

"N-No matter, I can call from a gas station... I've already imposed far too much."

It was clear to him that she wanted to escape, another normal response to being taken in by a stranger of the opposite sex. However, he had no intention of giving her what she wanted. There were multiple reasons why but Hiro hadn’t fully realized that list as of yet. It wasn’t like he orchestrated that car accident. Life had thrown him a curveball and he was dealing with it. So long as he remained in control, he could deal with anything.

“Take deep breaths and try to relax.”

He opted for a typical approach as an opener with a soothing gentle voice. People often found comfort in familiarity and predictability. There was nothing he could do to transition from stranger to familiar in such a short span of time but he could work with being predictable after such a series of unpredictable events. It was the best course of action in the meantime to calm the poor girl's nerves and make his plans sound more agreeable. He was going to have this situation dealt his way and hopefully for her sake, in a cooperative fashion.

“What happened back there was... a close call but as far as I could tell, no one was injured, my car wasn’t damaged and my car didn’t hit you but I saw the way you froze up in the middle of the road. Whether it was by mistake or on purpose, I’m escorting you to get psychologically evaluated and I won’t let you go until it is conclusive.”

Gentlemanly but assertive with a touch of impulsiveness. That’s the impression he was aiming for.

“I’m Oshiro, Hiro. You don’t have to tell me your name if you don’t want to. I understand this is a strange way of introductions and perhaps, you may wish to forget this ever happened afterward.”

Stopping at a red light, his arm reached over in front of her to open the glove box. He pulled out a handkerchief that he kept there for occasions when his suit jacket pocket was looking boring and bare, not the type of guy to wear a flower. It was an old fashioned white handkerchief, the kind you’d expect to be passed down from generation to generation with its fancy embroidery and initials in the corner. Hiro offered it to her, seeing as she had been crying and it would be a softer alternative to her sleeve. If she didn’t take it, he would leave it on her lap. His hand returned to the steering wheel, waiting for the traffic light to change.

“Once you’ve been evaluated, you may do as you please. If there’s any trauma caused as a result, I’ll see to it you are made comfortable and compensated as much as possible with or without my direct involvement. I understand that trauma victims may prefer not to have any contact with sore reminders.”

Understanding and only meaning to be helpful was the next impression.

“Now, I am imposing but I feel as responsible about what happened as you do and I’d prefer to deal with the matter as I see fit than leaving it in the hands of the authorities who have no personal obligations in what happens next.”

It wasn’t entirely true. He didn’t feel responsible for what happened but empathizing was important. It was true that he wanted to do things his way and not leave it to the authorities but the actual reason was much simpler - because it was his way and not someone else’s. However, there was no way the girl could know any better. Distrust in authorities was a common enough reason, they were strangers and his lies flowed as smooth as silk with feigned passion in following a moral compass that he didn’t possess.

“I rambled, didn’t I? My apologies. Well, I hope you feel a little more at ease. Feel free to ask me any questions or we may travel in silence.”

Cool, calm, and collected exterior but nervous on the inside was the last impression.

Hiro had spoken a lot, more than he would have liked. He didn’t like to run his mouth but it felt necessary. Talking allowed connection and talking a lot would make it look like he had dropped his guard. It was a nervous practice for some. It wasn’t one of his. He vocalized some of his plans, although not the entirety. He had introduced himself, but also not the entirety. He didn’t like to give everything away just like that. It would spoil the fun.

Greenlight and he continued driving for a few more minutes. His speed was safely under the speed limit the whole journey to their destination as if he had learned from the morning’s incident. Hiro spent the majority of the time appearing concentrated on driving alone although if his mind could be read, it would appear otherwise. He was rattled. Once upon a time, he had lectured his ex-girlfriend about her unbridled emotions but today, his emotions had grabbed a hold of him. If he hadn’t been affected, he wouldn’t have been speeding, almost hit someone, and be here. Being here wasn’t a problem but what led up to it, was. It would imply he still carried a torch for Devone and going to see her about what was stolen, an excuse. Hiro did not want that to be true. More than anything, he didn’t want that to be true. He couldn’t afford such a weakness and he was certain the red-eyed devil would devour him if she found it.

“We’re here.”

Hiro said softly as the car turned left and parked right outside a hotel called, 'The Royal Lion'. He stepped out and tossed his keys to the valet standing by like a habit. The valet caught them and moved to open the door for his passenger but Hiro stopped him, opening the door for her instead. Alerted of his arrival, it wasn't long before the car, and they both were surrounded by at least 20 of his well-dressed subordinates. There was nowhere for his guest to run. The moment he carried her to the car and drove to his place, he had ensured it.

"I already had plans before meeting you and I would like to see my schedule through without further disruption. Shall we?”

He asked her before leading the way. Her acceptance or refusal was irrelevant now that they had arrived at the place he controlled the most. His subordinates stayed close covering all sides the whole way. He owned the penthouse and as he had too many subordinates for the elevator, only 3 remained and the rest took the stairs.

ImageIn the middle, Hiro stood with her, analyzing her emerald green eyes. He wondered if she was intimidated, scared maybe. It must have been an emotional rollercoaster to go from a car accident to this but for him, this was just another day. He boldly moved to stand closer to her in that small space, his height more apparent.

"I will arrange for your psychological evaluation in one of the meeting rooms then meet with you after to see how it went. Answer truthfully."

The softness in his original voice from the start had vanished, replaced with apathy as he relayed her instructions. Hiro was no longer required to keep up with a charade or exert more energy. He was in charge here and comfortable. She was but a mouse caught in his cage for as long as she kept him entertained. He took off his coat and placed it over her shoulders, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"Do it for me."

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Awkward. She was spewing out word vomit while her potential kidnapper wasn't saying a word. This was already pretty humiliating but it seemed she was intent on making it worse, so was the story of her life, really. It was kind of tragic, but she never really found a way to correct herself from vomiting words in an uncomfortable situation regardless of how much worse it made a situation rather than salvaging it.

The soundless driver was only unnerving her further. He wasn't getting violent, like the kidnappers often did with their victims in all the crime shows. She watched a ton of Forensic Files and the like, enjoying re-enactments quite a bit, they scared the crap out of her, but she just couldn't stop. It emboldened her fear of getting close to men, but it was a big part of her nightly ritual if she wasn't burning the candle at both ends to squeeze in more BL Manga.

Her situation had become all the more dire without her phone or money, but she couldn't change her situation. She was already in a moving vehicle with a stranger, jumping out would only result in injury, or death. It was much riskier to try something like that, at least she assumed it was. The stranger was an unknown in comparison to taking her chances with the road, but she'd already suffered enough trauma related to cars and the asphalt. She wasn't brave enough to try even if it was the safer option in the long run, even without the equally frightening situation she'd found herself in moments ago.

“Take deep breaths and try to relax.”

As he completely ignored her attempts to escape him, Misaki's gaze shifted nervously. She was trapped, and the destination was a mystery. She had no way of telling anyone where she was or who she was with, even after learning his name. That was useless if she wound up dead in a ditch or buried somewhere in the woods. The dead couldn't speak. When I screw up I go for the gold I guess... The violet haired girl sucked in a breath as she was instructed, but she was unable to steady it at first. The uncertain situation did nothing to help her relax, but she did accept that panicking would only make things worse. It hindered logic and interfered with storing memories. If there was any chance of making a run for it, she wouldn't find it or succeed if she didn't make an effort to calm down. Would...anyone even care if I did disappear though? Would anyone really notice? My family already considers me a burden...and school... I'm nobody... Misaki thought to herself, pretty sure that her family wasn't even concerned by her absence. They were too used to it, and probably would be grateful to have her gone at this point.

As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. If this was a BL Manga I would like this situation a lot more... He's got the looks for it, and I assume he would be a Seme... he's far too assertive to be an Uke. Misaki thought to herself, turning her head to stare out the window. In truth, she was just doing her best to hide her expressions from him. This was not the time to fantasize and indulge the Fujoshi side of her personality, but it was the only way she knew how to remove herself from a scenario, it was pacifying, her go-to when it came to coping with anything too intense to handle otherwise.

“What happened back there was... a close call but as far as I could tell, no one was injured, my car wasn’t damaged and my car didn’t hit you but I saw the way you froze up in the middle of the road. Whether it was by mistake or on purpose, I’m escorting you to get psychologically evaluated and I won’t let you go until it is conclusive.”

Emerald eyes widened in horror, but with her eyes on the passenger side window, it wasn't easily seen unless he was looking the same way and happened to be looking at her reflection, which she was gambling he wouldn't, as he was the driver and had almost been part of an accident moments prior. A psych evaluation... No! No! No! Her parents could not find out about this! She would be disowned for running away again. They wouldn't believe her that it wasn't her intention, and the accident she nearly caused? ...She would be in so much trouble... Misaki was already eighteen, her family could kick her out easily... and she didn't know how to survive on her own. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she never had to work a day in her life aside from her forced exercise regimen. This stranger probably meant well, but if her parents were notified she had gone to psych, had gone so far without notifying them, she'd be in a world of shit. The road to hell was paved with good intentions. That was the quote that came to mind in the moment.

“I’m Oshiro, Hiro. You don’t have to tell me your name if you don’t want to. I understand this is a strange way of introductions and perhaps, you may wish to forget this ever happened afterward.”

While she had already overheard his name, he offered it up on his own to introduce himself. He'd hit the nail on the head when he mentioned she might not want to offer up her own to him. She certainly did not. If she gave her name it only made it easier to contact her parents, so she met him halfway, "...For now, you can just call me Misa..." She was wary of him, making sure to not give him her surname or her entire first name, instead choosing her childhood nickname. This was not because he had behaved suspiciously, well, aside from snatching her up from the scene without even asking for her consent. He was being kind enough, intrusive, but kind enough that there were not any other red flags she'd picked up on. No, the distrust was due to his gender, more than the circumstances. Any woman would be wary of a random guy kidnapping them, but Misaki wasn't just any woman, she was a different breed, for better or worse, and the internet believed it to be for worse. The depictions of Fujoshi were just hurtful, despite her having been the poster child for one not too long ago.

As the car stopped, Misaki would be a liar if she said she wasn't a little tempted to try to open the passenger door and jump out. There was one important factor she was in too much shock to remember, however... Had he put the child safety lock on? She couldn't recall for the life of her! That made it too risky to try, because if she couldn't get the door open, she was at risk of angering him. Attempting an escape without knowing if he had locked her in properly ran too high of a risk of triggering violence that the stranger was not yet displaying. His unexpected movement toward her earned a jolt from Misaki, who relaxed upon realizing his actual intent, "...Thank you..." she replied hesitantly, a little embarrassed by her hypervigilance. Sure, the situation warranted it, but she didn't spend much time with guys.

Upon inspecting the handkerchief, Misaki blinked down at it. Although she was plenty wealthy in her own right, it seemed to be too nice of fabric to be used to wipe her eyes with. It appeared more decorative than functional, "Are you sure...?" She asked, waiting a moment for confirmation before gently dabbing her eyes. She thankfully did not often wear makeup, so at least it would not be stained by anything other than her tears.

“Once you’ve been evaluated, you may do as you please. If there’s any trauma caused as a result, I’ll see to it you are made comfortable and compensated as much as possible with or without my direct involvement. I understand that trauma victims may prefer not to have any contact with sore reminders.”

His words took her aback, he'd been nothing but civil with her, at least verbally thus far, but if there was any truth to what he'd just said, at least at some point she would be free to go home. The only hitch to any of this was that she was a serial runaway and she was on her last strike, any notification to her family would likely result in her being ejected from her home and her birth father's door being slammed in her face. She would have no one to turn to, and with no idea how to survive in the real world that was a dangerous situation to be in, "That's certainly very kind of you...but I think I'm fine, more or less... though trauma will be the least of my concerns..." The last bit obviously had nothing to do with him, as there was no malice in her words, and she didn't cower from him any more than she had already distanced herself. She was referring to something else, but did not feel inclined to tell the unpredictable stranger her life story. The less that he knew about her, the better. That meant it would be much harder to notify her family of anything, by him, or any psychologist.

“Now, I am imposing but I feel as responsible about what happened as you do and I’d prefer to deal with the matter as I see fit than leaving it in the hands of the authorities who have no personal obligations in what happens next.”

The mention of police made the girl freeze solid, she definitely did not seem to enjoy that alternative, perhaps less than he would have. She had too many run-ins with the authorities of too many surrounding cities to count over the years and with the threat of being disowned by her entire family she was not keen to have another. Ever.

“I rambled, didn’t I? My apologies. Well, I hope you feel a little more at ease. Feel free to ask me any questions or we may travel in silence.”

With a sigh, she resigned to more casual conversation,"I am guilty of doing that often." She bit her bottom lip. Misaki was undeniably a nervous talker, he had been her most recent victim not too long ago, so it wasn't something she felt she had to hide, she couldn't. As the car continued on its path, Misaki took a quiet breath in. Did she want to talk further? Her brain said not to, but the silence wasn't favorable either, it always made her uneasy, even without a tense situation like the one she found herself in now. On the flip side, if she spoke too much she could say things that she shouldn't, divulge information she preferred to keep to herself.

“We’re here.”

Thank God. I don't have to decide. Misaki thought to herself, a weight taken off her shoulders, but a new one added on in its place. A hotel? Her brows furrowed in confusion. Didn't he say he was taking her to get an evaluation on her mental state? Misaki unbuckled her seatbelt, unsure if what anything he had said was the truth at this point, but this was potentially a moment she could run, if she was quick enough. However, when Hiro beat the valet to the punch in opening the passenger door, she begrudgingly accepted she didn't have a route of escape once again. It felt like he was reading her mind at every turn. Was she giving that much away with her facial expressions or was he just thinking of these things before she could? It was anyone's guess, she had been told she was an easy read because she struggled to not be an expressive person, but she'd done her best at certain points to hide her face at least....

"I already had plans before meeting you and I would like to see my schedule through without further disruption. Shall we?”

With the army of his subordinates surrounding them, all hope of making a break for it any time soon seemed lost, "As if there is a choice in that question..." She whispered under her breath, especially given how they were surrounded, much like a security detail protecting the president. Following along without incident, Misaki pouted a bit. Every plan she made, he managed to thwart seamlessly. However as they entered the elevator, Misaki swallowed hard. She was a bit claustrophobic. It was only bad when the space was enclosed, and until elevators stopped and the doors opened, they were essentially just a box without escape. She'd seen too many suddenly stop between floors in horror movies. Clenching her hands into fists, she closed her eyes, trying not to think too much into it. The last thing she needed was to have another freak out session. It didn't stop her throat from feeling tight or her heart from pounding in her ears. though. That was involuntary. It'll be over soon. It'll be over soon. It's okay. You're okay. she tried to tell herself, channeling her father's words when she was little in similar situations. At times, elevators were unavoidable after all.

When she realized that Hiro was looking at her, Misaki jolted, heat rushing to her cheeks. The dark-haired girl was startled, side-stepping intuitively before she could stop herself from visibly verifying that she was cautious of him and on the shyer side in general. As he moved closer, her heart only pounded harder. While she was already dangerously aware of how small the area they were in was, especially with three other people inside the elevator, Misaki was more aware of it in that moment as she had little room to move away and trying to escape him in such conditions would only be a pathetic joke. She also became aware of their difference in height, which was alarming as she was a few inches above average in that department for a girl of Chinese and Japanese lineage.

"I will arrange for your psychological evaluation in one of the meeting rooms then meet with you after to see how it went. Answer truthfully."

...Seriously... was he reading her mind or what? How did he know that she intended to lie throughout the evaluation? Her eyes averted, once again caught by what she could only guess to be his eerie superpower or that she was in fact, a pathetically transparent person. It was alarming and annoying either way! The change in his tone was not lost on her, but Misaki said nothing, it would serve no purpose, especially when she was outnumbered. The fact that he cloaked her shoulders in his coat was contradicting his tone, but if his hands were still on her shoulders he would feel her shiver as he leaned in. Every fiber of her being told her to pull away, but there wasn't really anywhere to go. He could get to her in any corner of the elevator. It was futile to jerk away, but after he whispered those words in her ear she did so anyway, quite quickly. Whipping around so her back was facing him, Misaki only hoped she was quick enough to conceal the explosion of color that had claimed her face. If her fear of tight spaces didn't have her feeling lightheaded, she certainly felt so now. It wasn't uncommon for her to faint if she got too close to a guy physically or became too embarrassed, but she didn't want to lose consciousness, not in this situation. What would he say then? That she needs a full medical check-up!? No, she was going to do her best to get out of here as quickly as possible, "W-What choice do I have?!" She squeaked out, finding the request to be redundant given the measures he'd gone to that ensured she had nowhere to run.

It was becoming quite clear to Misaki that this guy was toying with her now. Despite her efforts to conceal her reaction, her hand had come up to her ear reflexively when she had felt his breath on it and it was still covering it. Why couldn't she have been overweight again? This situation reminded her of a meme. The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap... Stay safe... Eat cake. He could not have carried her so easily from the scene had she not lost all that weight, nor would so many guys at Airdalen be so interested in messing with her. I was invisible until mother interfered! This is all her fault! On another note, is Airdalen full of sadists? And if that isn’t the case, why do I encounter them so often!?

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The female violet-haired victim of a near car crash who introduced herself as Misa was not calming down any time soon judging by appearances. As the elevator doors closed with them inside, her reaction did not go unnoticed by him. Small balled up fists, tightly shut eyes and she stepped to the side quite quickly once he advanced towards her. She was starting to see the situation for what it really was. Was he really deemed to be a kind stranger who carried a girl into his car to seek medical attention? Preposterous. There was no such thing. It was wishful thinking at best. "That's certainly very kind of you...but I think I'm fine, more or less... though trauma will be the least of my concerns..." The corner of Hiro's mouth was tempted to shift upward. It was a poor choice of words as her concerns increased by his doing, by the minute.

He felt her shiver from his touch when he let her borrow his coat and watched as she moved away from him again. Hiro let her be. She wasn't going anywhere, anyhow. "W-What choice do I have?!" She had such a meek voice that he barely understood what she said. But before he could answer one of her better questions, the elevator doors opened and he stepped out followed by everyone else as the three subordinates in the elevator with them in particular, stayed behind himself and their guest. Once out, he looked down at Misa first as the item not originally included in his itinerary. "You seem a little red, Misa. I hope you don't have a fever or else... you might have to stay." One more subordinate appeared walking briskly towards them from down the hallway. The man stopped to bow politely then joined Hiro's side to delicately mutter, "We are running behind schedule." Hiro nodded, turning back to Misa before he goes about the rest of his day.

"Take her." He ordered the three from the elevator, pointing in the general direction of one of the conference rooms. He then directed the others to follow his lead down the hallway from which the one man came. They didn't have a psychiatrist conveniently twiddling their thumbs so he made a quick phone call to a family friend that he could trust to keep the matter contained. "Hara-san, can you come to the hotel?" She was the daughter of one of his biological father's friends who also took an interest in the field of social sciences. She was in her mid-30s, had a friendly disposition and a sharp mind. They rarely communicated but she was always dependable, and it was no different this time as she accepted the task and agreed to arrive no later than 10 minutes.

Hiro ended the call and entered the penthouse, greeted immediately with a warm embrace and a strong pat on the shoulder by his stepfather and the PM of Japan, Nakajima Asahi. "Son. You didn't answer my call. I was so worried." Son. It was an unnatural greeting under Hiro's standards. Did aunties greet their nieces by calling them, nieces? Did grandfathers greet their grandchildren by calling them, grandson or granddaughter? No. It was only natural for the younger person to address their elders like that. However, by his stepfather's standards as a man who had no children of his own, it was natural and had become a term of endearment. His stepfather always said it so proudly too. "Father, I apologize for worrying you. Everything has been taken care of." Endearment returned. It was a fair exchange for power.

Hiro and his stepfather sat on the lounge chairs across from each other with tea prepared, discussing the day before delving into politics.
"Nuclear power is still a divisive issue."
"If the polls are anything to go by, the overall favorability is low, to begin with."
"Hardly surprising. The people haven't forgotten the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Plant crisis."
"A result of simple carelessness. Had it not been for that, well..."
Hiro took a sip of his tea. His stepfather enjoyed talking more than the silent company and it didn't bother Hiro in the least especially as it was comfortable, talking like equals instead of letting age dictate the wisest man in the room.
"We have the Harigaes now. I hear they're selecting a new head of the family."
"Are they now?"
"Indeed. Let's hope they choose wisely."

A subordinate, the same subordinate from before who had been sent to bring Hiro spoke up after watching the clock on the wall tick away. "Apologies for the disruption Prime Minister, we must move on to your next meeting with the U.S ambassador." Asahi got up from his seat and smoothed out the creases in his suit. "If I must, take care son." Hiro stood up as his stepfather gave him another pat on the shoulder before leaving. The room was engulfed in silence as the subordinates scattered. Some left to attend to the PM and the other half, positioned themselves outside the penthouse to guard and serve Hiro. He sat back down on the lounge and picked up a book titled, 'Beyond Good And Evil' by Nietzsche for some leisure reading. “Men have hitherto treated women like birds which have strayed down to them from the heights; as something more delicate, more fragile, more savage, stranger, sweeter, soulful – but as something which has to be caged up so that it shall not fly away...” He read for a while longer until he heard his phone. It was Hara-san's psychological evaluation of Misa received as an email. Then there was a knock on the door, presumably his guest now that the evaluation had been completed. "Come in." he said, looking at his phone screen once more before gesturing the girl to take a seat. He set his phone on the coffee table face down, the notification also effectively removed before she could be in visual range of it.

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When the doors opened and Hiro put the matter of ruffling her feathers aside, Misaki let out a sigh of relief without even trying to hide it. Elevators were certainly not her friend, but perhaps she could reconcile with the doors. Doors opened. Doors were a means of escape, and whilst she couldn't go very far, it certainly granted quite a bit more space from the increasingly troubling stranger she found herself entangled with. It was decided, at the very least, the doors to the elevator weren't so bad. Ever since she had accidentally bumped into Kazuki on her way to gym class nothing seemed to be simple for Misaki anymore. The attention that she received from people was unnecessary, unwanted, and she was desperately searching for a return address.

From the way that boys were messing with her all the way to Devone being suspicious of her, albeit rightfully so to an extent, Misaki just wanted to disappear again. Her life as a wallflower was far more comfortable and she never meant to step out of it like this. I just want to be invisible again! I didn't sign up for any of this! I don't want it! Let someone else have this... it's just a burden. Misaki seethed to herself, growing a bit fed up with all the otome-like situations she was finding herself in. She liked PLAYING otome games, but they were Yaoi! She never ever envied them though! She did not crave to self-insert herself into one!

Noticing that Hiro's eyes were on her again when she stole a peek in his direction, Misaki nearly jumped out of her skin. You can let me go home already! It's not like you hit me with your car! What was the point of taking me hostage?! This is more illegal than anything that might have occurred on the highway! That trail of thought led to some dark anxiety fuel, her blood running cold. Selling her organs on the black market? Human trafficking? Oh dear god... It couldn't be that. Even if it was, she was damaged goods! There was no way that she was suitable for a life like that! She could barely even talk to guys, let alone... NO! Don't lose your head. You're panicking with no evidence of anything yet. Relax. Breathe. It probably isn't anything like that! She scolded herself for letting her vivid imagination get the best of her, to terrify herself.

"You seem a little red, Misa. I hope you don't have a fever or else... you might have to stay."

"NO!" the meek girl spoke up, but her attempt at firm denial came out as more of a squeak as it felt like her entire body bristled up. Great. She had the firm resolution of a mouse. A mouse riddled with crippling anxiety. A mouse that needed Xanax. Perfect. ...Ugh... Nailed it... Misaki thought to herself sarcastically, "T-That's not necessary! I—I mean... I'm sure my family will be worried." Misaki scrambled for her excuse, not wanting to be brutally honest about her true reasoning. While she had issues with all men, this 'Hiro' guy was increasingly scaring the shit out of her. If this was a manga she had been reading from the comfort of her own room, if there was a male lead in her place, perhaps it would have been exciting—dare she say an enjoyable read—but it was not exciting or enjoyable in real life experiencing it as the heroine.

"Take her."

The violet haired girl's heart skittered when he said those words, having to remind herself she was headed for a mental evaluation and this was NOT a mobster TV special. While those words were not necessarily a true sign of freedom, it was her first reprieve from her abductor. It would give her time to breathe, to calm down, and unpack everything that happened since she stormed out of the house. Time to think was good, in its own way. She quietly heeded Hiro's directions, fighting the instincts that told her to bolt for the elevator as soon as his head was turned. When it came to Misaki feeling cornered, the flight response was always her first instinct, and she often obeyed it, as her second was freeze, and that was more often than not far more costly if her time watching nature shows had taught her anything.

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Upon being deposited in a room and left to her own devices, Misaki pinched the bridge of her nose, pacing the room. Trying to slip out was impossible, as the door was guarded, and upon inspecting the window, she accepted it was a suicide mission to attempt any escape through there. Effectively caged, Misaki continued to pace as she had sat long enough in the car and it helped burn some of her restless energy.

Kindled by the unique situation she had found herself in, Misaki was little more than a purple ball of energy whipping back and forth. "Who even is this guy? Who just kidnaps someone off the street?" Misaki scoffed to herself in astonishment, shaking her head. She had an answer, but it did absolutely nothing to comfort her, "A psycho. A psycho does that..." she answered herself in a defeated tone.

As her time with this unknown headshrinker grew closer, Misaki felt the wave of dread closing in on her like the high tide. The more time that ticked by, the more substantial the slow, painful sense of drowning became. It wasn't as if Misaki hadn't been to therapy before—she had, many, many times, not that it ever brought her any real comfort. Her first appointment was a misguided attempt made by her parents. After the inevitable death of Misaki's little sister, they thought it would help her cope.

There was more than a little resistance when they announced that they were making her go to a therapist, as Misaki didn't want to talk to a stranger: she wanted her parents back together. Medication didn't feel like a fix: and talking to someone that had no reason to be invested in her wellbeing but to get a paycheck didn't help either. It felt like a bandaid. It sucked to feel like a problem to brush under the rug. Rather than her parents taking the time to treat her as if she was even remotely a priority to either one of them, Misaki was managed like a problem instead of a person.

A perfectly well-behaved and adjusted child had suddenly taken to running away, so obviously, she needed to be medicated instead of given extra love and support in the most traumatic time of her life. Her parents couldn't see that all Misaki ever wanted was a semblance of normalcy, for their happy little family to make a real effort to mend itself, but no one could see past their own grief, and drugging her required less effort anyway.

In her experience, therapy wasn't all that helpful. Misaki's issues were never directly addressed, as the therapists she met only cared about masking them for a while with drugs. They always seemed to stop working, or the side effects were more awful than her symptoms they were treating, and other times it was both. That was when she turned to her own methods, the otome, the yaoi, sinking into isolation instead of developing socially like the other kids. Her little world felt safe and she was content to be the only one in it, even to her own detriment.

Misaki finally sat down after several minutes of pacing back and forth when her legs began to tire. All she was left with after fuming about Hiro was that she had royally messed up this time. Running away had never gotten her in such a mess in the past, but after a couple of dozen times doing so, it was bound to happen.

Hearing the door finally open, Misaki steeled her resolve. She had no intention of being honest with the psych called upon by a complete stranger, but she had to play along. First came the introductions, which she of course only gave the same alias, willfully refusing to properly identify herself. Then came the questions. Fun.

"So, would you like to talk about why you were on the road?" Came the warm voice, which was a tool at her disposal meant to be disarming, calming, but Misaki had been here before.

Pressing her lips together, she had no intention of going into details about her family, about how she felt neglected by her mother, her father, and detested by her step-father, "I needed fresh air so I went for a run. I got something in my eye and before I knew it I was trapped on the road. The traffic was overwhelming. A simple mistake, a dumb one, but one that won't happen again." Misaki spoke matter-of-factly, almost combatively, to be frank. She was on the offense subconsciously, in spite of her previous intentions to charm her way through, she had a clear hatred for psychology and those who practiced it.

"Were you running away from something? A fight at home maybe? With a boyfriend? You sound like you were distracted. Upset by something. Bottling it up only makes things worse. You can talk to me."

This made Misaki scoff, "Yes. I was running from my problems—again! Does that help you pick at my brain or is it just fun? We're all running away from something. If we weren't, why run at all?" Misaki answered, growing a bit touchy as the questions grew more probative, but remaining vague all the same. Of course it is my family... isn't that always what damages us? Ruins our sense of security? Our naïveté? All parents screw up their kids in one way or another, isn't that what your books tell you?

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It was finally over, the evaluation at least. Somehow they always felt more like an interrogation than medical care. Perhaps she just wasn't cut out for it? There was still the matter of convincing the stranger that had picked her up to release her—preferably without notifying her parents about what happened. They were gone before anyone had the chance to take pictures or plaster their faces on the news, but it was definitely going to get at least minor news coverage all the same. If he decided to reach out to her parents she would be in a world of trouble at home, potentially not being allowed to return, but she had no intention of making that information known to him, especially as he seemed to enjoy her discomfort.

Oh right. She was standing in the hall still. She was supposed to knock, right? Well, she knew that, but her hand was frozen just before touching the door. She had seen many manga and anime scenes that had started out like this, and it was petrifying. "God, if you are listening I get it! I promise I will never ever read another yaoi starring pushy wealthy male leads again if you make him just let me go! It isn't cute! I get that now! I'm done with this trope now! Misaki was already a ball of nerves, but she had to knock—

Knock! Knock!

I DIDN'T DO THAT! I'M NOT READY! her soul screamed in horror as her assigned escort grew impatient and knocked on the door for her. Fidgeting and panicking, Misaki reconsidered making a beeline for the elevator after all, "I-I was about to do it! Misaki squeaked, glaring pitifully at Hiro's employed help. It was a bald-faced lie, as she knew she didn't have it in her to knock on her own, but surely they didn't know that! Was she just that easy to read that everyone could do it?

"Come in."

Bristling again as she heard confirmation to open the door, Misaki couldn't tell if the color was draining from her face or rising to her cheeks anymore. She had reason to be nervous, embarrassed, but she was also fairly terrified. Her hand extended toward the door, trembling but making actual progress this time. She had no choice lest his manservant might take the initiative there too, so a shaking hand slowly turned the handle and she forced herself to step in, "O-Okay." She replied as her entire soul sobbed and demanded she tuck tail and run while she still had considerable distance between them.

The heaviness she felt was overwhelming, her feet feeling as if they were encased in lead, but Misaki forced herself to enter the room one step at a time all the same. While she managed to gather herself to a point, her features were not stone, she wasn't practiced in concealing her emotions, not even a little bit, so they trembled and twitched occasionally despite giving it her best effort.

Not sure if she should sit or stand, Misaki remained standing midway between the door and the lounge area for a few moments longer than would have been considered natural, at least for a decided person and especially when she was already ushered to do so. Deciding it was best to cooperate as she was the one at the disadvantage, Misaki sat across from Hiro, quite notably as far as possible from him physically while still complying with his direction. A mild affirmation that she was appropriately wary of him now that she had properly shaken most of her hysteria. Wetting her lips nervously before speaking, Misaki decided to get to the point rather than beat around the bush, "So are you satisfied? I complied and spoke with your specialist. May I go now?" Misaki asked, daring to speak a little more pointedly than she had spoken with him before despite her undeniable unwillingness to engage properly with the therapist.

Growing tired of being a caged mouse batted about here and there on top of the fact that she had the displeasure of meeting yet another shrink, Misaki's mood had visibly soured. There wasn't a lot she could do, running was an option, but he obviously had everyone in the building under his thumb, the odds weren't even remotely in her favor. Still, she would make an attempt if she felt she had no choice regardless of how dismal her chances of success were, "...I'm not particularly disadvantaged in my own right, someone will notice my absence... It's less of a hassle for everyone involved if I leave now." Misaki added, keeping her gaze out the window rather than meeting his.

It was a gamble, but if someone reported her missing, regardless of his wealth, it would at least be an annoyance...right? She wasn't exactly a nobody, her family ran a ridiculously high-end hot spring resort that celebrities often frequented, she wasn't as rich as the person sitting before her, but she wasn't someone that wouldn't be missed either. Hiro didn't have to know that her family expected behavior like this as she was a serial runaway. I do NOT want to spend the night! I don't even know this guy! No! There are enough problems that were created by getting so much attention from guys! Devone was already suspicious of her, and she just couldn't have guessed how much worse this truly would make her life if that girl learned of this. She had no idea the two had a history, it was knowledge that she had no way of obtaining, especially as she didn't have her phone. She couldn't even google this guy in her free time! While she knew it would be bad if she was entangled with yet another Airdalen boy, that it would only make her fellow senior more suspicious of her, she just had no idea what kind of landmine she had found herself stepping on this time.