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[Doughnut]

Masato Kasugazaki

Location: Sakura High| Interacting with: Open| Mentions: N/A

Honestly it was such a tiring morning, as if he just couldn’t wake up. He shouldn’t have gone out so late yesterday, hence the reason of his lack of sleep. His cousin was probably the same as he was kind off forced to join him in his whims. The other had difficulties with saying no to Masato, though that was probably a lie. It seemed like the guy was actually feeling like going out, wondering as to how that could be. Most of the time he was completely declined and ignored as long as he brought up those “trips”. Yawning so much, it felt like his mouth would rip open if he didn’t stop. Rubbing his face as he stared out in front of him as he sat at the edge of his bed.

After a while, he made his way downstairs to the kitchen, his cousin was nowhere to be spotted which could mean several things. He would skip out on the first day or he had already left. He didn’t want to be scolded so he just kept quiet and made out the prepared lunch boxed out of the fridge, stuffing it inside of his backpack. Then proceeding with making a quick breakfast, consisting of sandwiches which he would eat along the way to the station. It was a five minute walk there and a fifteen minute ride to the school grounds, afterwards another ten minute walk. It worked out fine.

The metro was crowded as usual, pushing his way in so he would still be on time for school. At least his stomach wasn’t empty this time so the embarrassing growls wouldn’t be emitted. Yet he was still really tired. Once out of the metro, he made a straight beeline to the school as he didn’t want to bump into any annoyances this early in the morning. His so-called fan club, saying that he couldn’t seriously date anyone because he belonged to everyone. What kind of fucked up thinking was that even. But besides that thought, he didn’t really care about the dating thing. Love was just a word people used for their own convenience. He just didn’t get what it was all about.

Following the directions of where the classrooms were listed. Spotting one in one of the hallways of the school. Seemed like he was with his cousin again. As if the principal wanted them to be together no matter what. Sometimes it could be a true hassle…

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[StaidFoal]

Hachisuka Hayamoto

The sunlight piercing through the skylight was what woke Hachisuka, as per usual. He sat up in bed, pushing the silky sheets away. Everywhere he looked would forever remind him that he was one of the "lucky" kids, living a life of luxury in his penthouse. His eyes had then latched onto the dull, gray, metal box. And he thought this morning would be the one where he would wake happily... Hachisuka eyed the number pad, reciting the code in his mind over and over again. The safe was yelling, weeping, begging for him to unlock it and plug its contents into his laptop again, but no, this wasn't how he wanted his day to be. He grimaced as he got out of bed, leaving the master bedroom.

The remnants of yesterday's party were all there; broken glass, soda cans, etc. Hachi sighed to himself, making a mental note to call the cleaners again. He looked out the massive glass panes, out to the long untouched balcony. "Just make it go away, just make it go away..." he mumbled, controlling his breath. He ate a simple breakfast, found his neatly folded school clothes, and stepped in front of a mirror. He made himself look presentable, combing his hair and making a smile. He packed some lunch and quickly left his penthouse. It was still early, but if he stayed any longer, his thoughts would have wandered back to the incident.

On ground level, his chauffeur stood expectantly, waving at his young master. Hachi cheerily greeted him, hopping into the backseat. As the chauffeur drove to Sakura High, he wondered if anyone still held a grudge against him... Then he remembered his friends talking about how stupid it was for him to be framed of murder, because "everyone knows that Hachisuka doesn't even have the balls to throw a punch."

When he was dropped off at Sakura High, Hachisuka wore his smug smile, as if telling everyone that he didn't give a care. Still, he didn't look at their eyes; he didn't know if they were sending the awe-filled glare that said "Look, it's Hachisuka! Isn't he hot?" or if they shot a glare that read, "Look, it's Hachisuka! The spoiled brat that got away with everything!" He instead looked for the ubiquitous posters, which held the directions. He made sure to control his breathing, purging every bad memory from mind. He saw which classroom he was in, then looking over the other names.​

 

[Blitzkrieg Bob]

DAISUKE MINAMOTO

Place: School hallways
Interactions: (anyone)

Daisuke looked through the window of the car that was taking him to Sakura High. He had plenty of time to think about how would be his new school, during middle school he was one of the school elite, but he wasn't in the group of popular kids since he was a member of the discipline and ethics committee, his nicknames reflected that contradiction: the 'daymio' and 'gestapo'.

But not everything will be new, his dear cousin Kagura was a second year student, just like in middle school she was president of the discipline and ethics committee, and had invited him to join.

"We are here, young master" said the chaffeur. Daisuke stop daydreaming, he thanked him and went out the car walking in the direction of the school building.

As it was his first day in the school he was wearing a gakuran, or black pants and jacket uniform, besides he carried a backpack on one of his shoulders and a bokken on the other.

He started to look for his classroom, still thinking if he had to mantain a strict outlook or if he could relax a little more in this school.

 

[Chiester]

One more day of one more year. For Yurika, the novelty of the "first day" had faded away years ago... Nothing really changed anyways. She stands near the door of her dorm, open bag on her hands. She checks everything is there; books, notebooks, pencil case, extra pair of glasses, and other lady things that should not be mentioned. The point is, everything is there.

After making sure she didn't leave anything she closed her bag, put it on her back and got out the door. "It's fine", she says to herself. Or she THINKS so, because some of the other students there actually heard her as well. No one says anything though, they just kept acting as she were not there, like always. Not that she minds anymore. It's better that way.

She walks through the hallway and down the stairs, eventually going out of the building's front door. It was the Star Dormitory, one of the 4 buildings that together made what is collectively called The Dorms. In actuality, the 4 dorms have other official names but everyone calls them by the big symbol each of them has on not of their main doors. They are Star, Heart, Clover and Diamond. They were all identical besides that and having names that no one remembers didn't help.

"Why am I even thinking about the dorms...?" She puts a hand up to her mouth, wondering. Wasn't she dead tired of seeing those dorms already? She guesses it doesn't matter. It's not like she has anything better to think about right now.

She got to the school building in no time. It was full of people, even more than usual. Not because there were more people, but because everyone was swarming around the billboards near the entrance. They really should have bought more of those... this happens EVERY year. Everyone is pushing each other to be able to read on which classroom they would be for this year, as well as reading the schedule for today. Yurika didn't know when the Entrance Ceremony would be held either since they keep changing it EVERY year. For as good as this school is, it sure fails on the silliest of things.

Yurika wasn't going to step into that heated battle today, definitely not. She instead walked a few meters away from the school, towards a blooming sakura tree and stood there looking at her phone. After everyone had left she would step up to the billboard and check her assigned classroom.

 

[TerrorKitty]

Miyuku Kozaki

Miyuku rubbed her eyes as she got out of bed. She had slept surprisingly well, excited for the new school year, as part of the new Student Council she felt an extra responsibility to really take care of herself this year and not go overboard on doing too much at once as she is known for doing. "Guten morgen," She said stepping into the kitchen, her mothers already making breakfast before they leave for work. Despite growing up in Japan originally, Miyu had taken to German culture and language quite quickly and at home would flip between languages with her parents.

After eating a large breakfast the tall girl finished up getting ready joyfully turning down a ride to school, it was the first day and the warm April morning was too good to pass up, so after a quick hug and nearly forgetting her lunch Miyu was off. Taking the back paths to the main road to school. A few other students were taking the same route, which she felt was more scenic, passing the Motsu river and a few parks, though eventually, she found herself on route to the main entrance, students were all walking in droves, some rushing to see their classes, others taking time to catch up with old friends. This atmosphere made Miyuku feel energetic and happy. She opted for the rose-colored life of highschool that some opted to stray from. It felt so good to be surrounded by so many people. "Misako!" She called waving to one of her friends and headed over to chat for a bit before they left to see some other friends.

Eventually, Miyu made her way through the crowds, jumping from friend to friend, making small talk and catching up with those she hadn't seen for a while. Now all she had to do was find her classes on the board but the crowd was pretty heavy. Not feeling like being tossed around she opted to look around for someone to talk to, but most of her friends had already headed inside. Her eye's settled on a girl standing by herself by one of the Cherry Blossoms in the courtyard, she was cute but she looked shy, on guard about something. Miyu didn't have much else to do and making new friends was probably the best part of a new school year.

Walking over to the lonely girl she realized it was Yurika Orihara. There were a few rumors floating around that she was part of the Yakuza but they seemed to be nothing more than legend, especially the way people seemed to treat her behind her back. "Ms.Orihara? Um, hello, my name is Miyuku Kozaki, I'm an upperclassman, part of the Student Council, I mean, sorry." Miyu sputtered out before trying to slow down her mind and actually carry a conversation. Taking a breath she tried again. "Sorry about that, I just saw you were standing over here alone, guessing the crowd isn't too much to your liking?" She asked stepping closer to the other girl.

 

[Luciearea]

Location: School-Hallways
Mentions: Blitzkrieg Bob

A deep sigh escaped Himari's lips. The tension in her chest didnt' let up as her brother drove her to school. She could feel his worried glances towards her from time to time which did not make the young girl feel much better. The silence in the car was broken when Koji finally spoke.

"You're nervous?" He asked her quietly. She merely rolled her eyes. What kind of question was that? Nah, the fact that she had been in America with her parents for 17 years (not to mention that she had never been out of the county before) and suddenly she was in Tokyo, millions of miles away from home, and on top of that going to a whole new school with whole new people... no, she wasn't nervous. Koji caught her exasperated expression and smiled.

"You'll be ok Himari. I promise. I know some of the people who go here and they are really cool," Another pause, and suddenly a sly smile krept across her brother's face. "They have a volleyball team." He let out a snicker when he noticed Himari perk up. Finally they stopped in front of the school, and her brief confidence wore away again.

"You'll be fine! Call me if you need me!" She heard him call as he drove away. The blond girl slung her little green backpack over her shoulders and walked towards the building. The first thing she noticed were the amounts of people. It was obvious that they were gathering around a billboard, probably to see their classes. That's how it was in America at least. Himari stood near the back, not bothering to push through. She would get her chance soon enough. Deciding to walk in (Hopefully to ask a teacher instead of waiting), she goggled at the structure. It was very big and grand, with very shiny floors! She felt like a princess in here.

Noticing a tall guy in one of the hallways up ahead, Himari hurried to catch up. Her confidence started to rise again now that there weren't nearly as many people in here yet.

"Uhm.. uh, excuse me, tall guy," she siddled up next to him and smiled politely. "Hi, I'm Himari Nakamura, and I'm new here. Like, from another country new here... anyways, you wouldn't happen to know which class I'm in would you? Back home, they usually separate students by name.. I-are you an upper classman? I suppose I shouldnt have assumed, I'm sorry.. there's a large crowd out front and I really didn't feel like waiting to see.." She pursed her lips together quickly, suddenly embarrased of her rambling.

 

[frogmilk]

Mizaki Tsukiyama

Location: Sakura High | Interacting with: Hachisuka Hayamoto | Mentions: StaidFoal

Mizaki woke up more tired than she went to sleep. It was her first night in the dorms and she had trouble sleeping alone, she had been twisting and turning all night. After a couple of minutes of just staring up into the ceiling she decided it was time to get up. Thanks to the dorms she didn't have a long way to school, so she took her sweet time in the morning. Walking into the bathroom, Mizaki stared at herself in the mirror. She reached for her makeup remover in order to take off what Mizaki presumed was mascara under her eyes, only to find most of it still there afterwards. "Huh..." she let out a sigh, realizing the lack of sleep she had gotten was already showing. Her hands fumbled to find her make up bag and she started to get herself ready, trying to cover up the dark circles.

Once out of the bathroom, Mizaki realized it was later than she expected. She had to leave in five minutes and she hadn't had breakfast yet. She fumbled with her shoes before grabbing her backpack and a cereal bar and running out the door. Once on school grounds, she slowed down. There were plenty of people outside, as always looking at the billboard with information about their classes and the schedule for the day. Although not particularly liking strangers, Mizaki tried her best to squeeze into the group of people, her small frame allowing her to do so more or less with ease. She figured it was best to see for herself, instead of having to actually talk to someone. Making a mental note of the directions and what class she was in, she tried to make her way out of the group, unaware of her loose shoe laces. She tripped and though quickly gaining her balance back, she managed to bump into a pink haired boy.

"Eek! Sorry!" she exclaimed, looking up with a startled expression to see who it was. She recognized him, of course not knowing him personally, she was aware that his name was Hachisuka Hayamoto. He was popular and the rumors about him had not passed over her head, yet she found it hard to believe. From personal experience, she knew that their peers liked to spin stories however they liked, without thinking a lot about what was true and what wasn't. That was why she made it a ground rule to not always believe what people said about others. Mizaki was unsure about if she should introduce herself or simply hurry away, so she decided to wait his reaction.

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[Chiester]

( TerrorKitty - Miyuku)

Yurika closed her phone with a sigh. Why did she think that looking through her phone was a good way to pass time? Nobody ever talked to her. Well, besides her family and some family friends she tried to avoid, and they were not interesting at all. Not that she was any different, she guesses. She should really bring herself to post something one of these days.

While she was thinking about this an unfamiliar voice called up to her. She takes a step back on reflex, expecting someone with bad intentions, but it was just a friendly girl. Those were a rare sight, even more one that would even engage with her willingly. Wait... did she just apologize?

"Don't get shy while trying to be friendly..." She whispers to herself, though Miyuku sure could hear her clearly. "Never heard of you. Still, nice to meet you." She made a small bow, so small that it just looked like a nod. "Yes, it seems dangerous. I don't want to join the kids with stomped toes in the infirmary."

Yurika looks away from the white-haired girl and looks at the crowd. There sure were a few guys walking away with a limp, as well as some people looking at them...

"Miyuku, right? You shouldn't talk to me here... You are going to get hurt." Thought her face still looked guarded, she now showed hints of worry. "It's best if you stay away from me".

 

[Blitzkrieg Bob]

DAISUKE MINAMOTO

Place: School hallways
Interactions:
- Himari Nakamura
- (anyone)

Daisuke heard a voice, but at first he thought someone was talking to someone other. After all, people usually call him 'young master' or with some other honorifics.

He turned to the girl who spoke with a little more familiarity than he would've liked -strike 1, he thought-, she continued telling him she was more or less a foreigner -strike 2- and he stopped count after that.

However, he didn't like to ignore someone asking for help, and her straight forward attitude had some cuteness, and awkward cuteness better said.

"Good morning, my name's Minamoto, Daisuke. I'm afraid to tell you that I am a first year student, but since I'm looking my classroom too, I guess I can help you if you allow me."

He spoke calmly, in contrast with her embarrasement, after all, as the son of a traditional family he was taught to act with resolution and politeness. "Himari Nakamura is your name, right?"

Luciearea

 

[StaidFoal]

Location: Billboards
Interacting with: Mizaki Tsukiyama
Tags: frogmilk

Hachisuka Hayamoto

By now, Hachisuka had calmed himself down. Why did he care if some minority of students were wiser than the rest? It wasn't like they could change anything; his dad would be there to fix it... Hachi stopped reading after thinking about his dad, losing himself in thought. Why'd I call him to help me? I could have told--Hachi rapidly shook his head, everything he did to calm himself going down the drain. He looked around, and much to his surprise, pretty much nobody was sending any kind of stare at him. Of course he wasn't the talk of the school anymore; the incident went by a year ago! He couldn't help but chuckle in relief, which was drowned out by the crowd's chatter.

Then, something forceful struck Hachi around the stomach. It took the breath out of him, but only sent the boy a few steps back. Had someone punched him? He looked around as soon as he regained his footing, looking for his angry attacker. Contrary to what he was expecting, the "assaulter" was a short girl in long, black hair. She looked up at him frantically, blurting an apology. It was nobody he knew, but that never mattered; how else are friends made? He just hoped she wouldn't make his day worse.

He put on a kind smile, as he couldn't help but be amused by her mistake. "I've never met a girl this eager to know me!" Whether she laughed at his little joke or not, he went on. "Name's Hachisuka, but you can just call me Hachi, like everyone else does." He thought if he still wore his confident smile, and little wriggle of his mouth confirmed to himself that it was still there. She was the first person of the school year he made eye contact with, and he was very pleased to see no ill-intent. "Are you a First Year? I don't think I've seen you around, before."​

 

[Luciearea]

Location: School- Hallways
Mentions: Blitzkrieg Bob

Himari smiled and clasped her hands together in delight.

"Yes, thank you! It's very nice to meet you by the way." Himari twirled her hair idly around her index finger as she leaned against a nearby wall. She nodded in regards to the guy's question.

"I am, yes," Daisuke's restrained, colder demeanor stuck in the back of her mind, but she didn't say anything. Perhaps he was always like that? "So.. where are you from?" The girl assumed he was from here- a local. She wanted something to talk about so it didn't get too awkward, and besides, he could be a potential friend!

"I'm from America. My parents are from Japan and so my brother and I decided to move here to connect more with our heritage or something. This is my first time in a school like...well," she paused and gestured around her, "So far it's really nice!" Himari smiled and put her hands politely behind her back.

 

[CrownedKitsune]

Shikiyami,
Anko
​

Anko stepped onto school grounds, even though being a first year she had ambitions, large ones. She crossed paths with multiple old classmates back from elementary school, fear settled in their eyes as they rushed away from her. She giggled under her breath she was going to claim this school for her own, and whoever got in her way would be sorry. Anko’s old friends had left, claiming her to be to blunt, ambitious, ... psychotic. What did they know!? Nothing that’s what. Last year she had been bested by other higher ranking upper class men, but this year that was not going to happen. She had set her eyes on something much bigger then herself, but she didn’t care she smiled and walked on. Ignoring the few kids that tried to get out of her sight as quickly as possible. Anko giggled again, fools, cowards, ... they fear me. Hehe~ She tried to act innocent for the rest of the day but that was not her thing, the teachers even seemed to be put off edge by her. This year, nothing can go wrong. I can have everything I dream of! Smirking she answered the question from the teacher and then skipped away to her next period.

 

[Trektek]

Hana Takesheta
Location: School Hallway
Mentions: Doughnut

Hana Takesheta woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. It was buzzing at a respectable hour, at least for her as it was still dark outside. She had an entire morning routine to get to and it was even more important now that it was once again the first day of the new school year. Hana removed her silk sheets and sat up at the edge of her bed, placing her glasses on her face as she wiggled her toes in the cool refreshing air while they were still free. She looked over at her bedside table and saw an old copy of Fruits Basket that she had been rereading, still laying open to which she grabbed a bookmark from a nearby book mark holder and placed it carefully between the pages before placing the book in her school bag for later reading. Hana often read before bed, but usually she had a habit of properly closing her manga. It must be all the distractions on her mind, for this coming year.

She had heard the news from her Father and Grandfather. This year she would actually be meeting her betrothed, a boy by the name of Daisuke Minamoto. A betrothal that will, according to her family, bring back up their social rank that has fallen over the years. It was something that was put into place shortly after the pair of them were born and there was nothing, absolutely nothing that she could do about it. Believe it, she tried. She could only hope that the boy that she was betrothed to was kind and didn't prevent her from pursuing her hobbies at least. That would make her go crazy.

Hana began properly her routine of having a light morning exercise routine, followed by a relaxing, smoothing bubble bath (Where she totally did not place her head mostly under the water and blow around the bubble while no one was looking), got dressed in her school uniform with appropriate allowable attachments and arrived at the breakfast table while reading a book on the finer points of Kendo.

She thanked the cook as the food was placed in front of her. Her mother and father were quietly eating their breakfast, having already been there earlier. Hana's father Sho was reading the morning newspaper and grumbling under his breath about the stock market, while her mother Nori was performing needlework in between actually eating her food. It was a typical quiet morning breakfast and Hana believed that she would be able to just eat and get into the limo to school without much fuss.

Alas it was not to be. As soon as she finished the last bite and moved back her chair with a quiet squeak, her father put down his paper and looked her square in the eyes, giving her pause and causing a cold shiver down her spine. "Today, starts a very important day in your life, Hana. Your betrothed has
come down from his family lands to join this school district. You are to make a good impression. It would reflect poorly on our family if it went otherwise."

Hana bowed her head as she responded with a soft, "Yes, sir."

He waved his hand in dismissal as he picked back up his paper. "Now enjoy your first day of Year 2. You still have time to enjoy your youth."

With that, Hana quickly left the room and entered the family limo, deep in thought as to her father's words which he hammered in deeper than the previous night's ones. Would she even like this boy? What if he was a monster? Maybe he wouldn't even want to be betrothed either and they could just pretend and keep up the charade. Get married like their family wants but then do their own thing in secret?

She was getting too far ahead of herself.

So much so that she didn't realize that they had arrived and been sitting in front of the school for who knew how long. Oh my. That might make a scene. She better hurry in and check what class she was going to be in. "Thank you Eto." She said to the bus driver as she gathered her belongings and speed walked through the courtyard past all the people.

After checking to see where her room was, she continued speed walking, trying to with poise and elegance bob and weave through the people that were still standing still talking with one another. Of course, it was doubtful that she looked the way she had intended to. More like a person who was playing real life frogger than anything else. And she wasn't paying careful enough attention as she was walking, so a collision seemed almost inevitable as she tripped over her own two feet and launched forward into Masato Kasugazaki.​

 

[Doughnut]

Masato Kasugazaki

Location: Sakura High| Interacting with: Hana [ Trektek ]| Mentions: N/A

Suddenly feeling someone crash into him, without a way to prevent it from happening, he tried to stay on his feet. Feeling the wall behind his back from the impact. Unconsciously a glare appeared in his eyes but changed within a mere second. Noticing a blond-ish girl in front of him who seemed like she was in a rush to somewhere. Holding her by the shoulders as he slightly pushed her away from him so he could have a breather. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence that someone would make such a dramatic entrance. Leaning in so he could look at her face a little closer. Glasses that fit her face perfectly, short hair that was nicely taken care of with the subtle hair accessories.

Ah, the nerdy girl. He thought to himself once he took her figure in. She didn’t seem like the assertive type. A bookworm? Or a gamer? Even the way she dressed was neat, nothing could be pointed out. The type he wanted to corrupt the most was definitely her. However, she didn’t really seem to have a point of interest for him. Yet he couldn’t just leave her like that either after having bumped into him like that. A smirk forming upon his lips as he felt like teasing her a bit. Seeing what reactions he could receive out of her.

”Hmmm~ I know I have fans but you’re the first to be this blunt about it. Do you like me that much?” He said, leaning in even closer so they were just mere inches away from each other’s face. Brown eyes staring directly into hers, having forgotten to put in his colour lenses today [mainly because he was too tired to even do so]. Resembling the colour of a chocolate bar, melting the hearts of those he would look at. At least that was what he was told. It wasn’t bad to go without those contacts now and then, it was also better for his eyes.

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[TerrorKitty]

Miyuku Kozaki

Miyuku was confused, she looked around curiously but there didn't seem to be anyone else around. "Danger what do you mean?" She said with a puzzled look on her face. Maybe the rumors were true, was she really part of the Yakuza? That didn't seem too plausible, but if it were true it could put a lot of people in danger, but it wasn't then this poor girl is being tormented for no reason. She didn't seem malevolent, rather shy and worried. Even if she was with the Yakuza, Yurika didn't seem like a dangerous person herself. Either way, it seemed worth the risk, no need to avoid someone simply because of a silly rumor.

"I'm going to stick around if you don't mind, I think you're rather cute, may as well get to know you right?" Miyu chuckled, jumping slightly and fluffed her skirt. "Though I get what you mean about the crowds, though it does seem to be calming down." She added looking out as students started to actually head to their homerooms. "If you'd like I wouldn't mind walking you to class if would make you feel better?" Yurika had people talking about her constantly and her aversion to being around others made sense, she was probably always on the defense. Being around an upperclassman on the Student Council would certainly put some pressure on anyone who would decide to pick on her. This poor girl probably had to deal with this quite often.

"It's really not a concern honestly." She continued without a response as she checked her phone quickly. "The first bell will ring soon, we better get going," Miyu said taking Yurika's hand gently and leading her to the much less populated group of students at the notice boards.

Chiester

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Pamela J. Delgado

Location: Sakura High
Mentions: N/A
Interactions: Open

It was a normal morning like any other, with Pamela waking up early to get herself ready. Rubbing her eyes, she made her way to a nice cold shower which made her more awake. After stepping out of the shower and drying herself, the brunnete noticed some neatly folded clothes on her drawer.

"Is that a uniform? Oh yeah, school starts today"

Pamela would've put on her restaurant uniform before she stared at the uniform again

"School starts today!"

Pamela glanced at the clock. It was still early, good. She grabbed the school uniform and put it on, in addition to putting on her necklace and a hoodie over her shoulders before rushing to the kitchen to make breakfast, only to find some recently made tamales on the table. Her dad was sitting while munching on one.

"Buenos dias"

"Buenas.."

"I thought I'd give you a break today. Why don't you wake up your brothers?"

The brunnete gave her dad a smile and quickly made her way to the room the twins shared. She began speaking in a silky voice

"Jose, Simon time to wake up~"

She was responded with more snoring, which in reaction, she took a deep breath, took a step back and.. Kicked the door open.

"JOSE Y SIMON DELGADO! A DESPERTARSE Y PREPARASE QUE LLEGAMOS TARDE!!"*

The twins jolted (or fell) off their beds and rushed to get ready while their sister kept on drilling them like a sergeant.

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Pamela stared at the school infront of her. It was so big and it looked very nice! Was she really going to attend this school? The Mexican looked back at her father with a worried look.

"Are you going to be okay? Taking care of the restaurant on your own, I mean.."

The older man smiled and gave her an affectionate pat on the cheek.

"Of course I will! I'm not that old yet, besides we're hiring some helpers tomorrow, remember? Take care of Jose, will you?"

Pamela nodded and smiled, before giving her dad a kiss on the cheek and a wave to Simon, before they made their way back to the car and drove off.

The halls were crowded, and people were constantly bumping into eachother, something that annoyed Pamela. She and Jose stuck together the whole time while struggling to see their classes on the notice board. There were a few familliar faces, some frequent customers here and there but other than that, the brunnete had no idea who to turn to for help.

Translation:

"JOSE AND SIMON DELGADO! WAKE UP AND GET READY BECAUSE WE'RE LATE!!​

 

[Doughnut]

Kento Matsuyama

Location: Sakura High| Interacting with: Jackson [ Lattice ]| Mentions: TBA

And there he was, way too early at the train station. Having taken one of the lunch boxes that was in the fridge at home before he left. It was Masato’s turn to make lunch but mostly it turned out pretty great. Feeling proud knowing that it was because of him that the other grew in his cooking skills. With trial and error, one could come a far way. The same went for him when it came to people. He wasn’t as naïve as he used to be anymore and could fend for himself when the time came for it. One couldn’t just say that he was weak anymore unlike in the past. Otherwise his life would’ve been a lot tougher. Honestly, he didn’t know why some people just refused to change and decided to just stay their helpless selves. Sighing at the mere thought of it.

It seemed like his luck wouldn’t be there today as he saw a group of people giving him a nasty glare. ”Ahhh…” He groaned in annoyance, honestly not feeling like getting into a fight today. It was the first day of school after all. He didn’t want to mess up his new uniform from the start. Before they could even close in on him, he waved happily and sprinted off into the distance. Sadly enough, they were pretty fast runners as well so it wouldn’t be easy to shake them off. Breathing deeply in and out to keep it steady. Trying to block their vision by turning sharply into alleyways but nothing seemed to really help. They were seriously being persistent right now.

Just as he looked around once he got into a bigger street, he felt that something was about to happen. Too late. Before he even could make a dodging move. Crashing into what felt like a wall, but it didn’t have the sturdiness of it. Being knocked back by the impact. His eyes going upwards more… and more… Until he saw the other’s face. ”Holy shit.” He blurted out as this was probably the tallest guy he had seen in his entire life. Staring at the other completely in shock. Hell, if he would get a punch of this guy, even Kento would feel it. ”Sorry, but…” Before he could even finish his sentence, he heard the followers’ voices closing in. And of course, their presences were revealed short after.

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[Trektek]

Hana Takesheta
Location: School Hallway
Mentions/Interacting: Doughnut (Masato)

Hana looked up after managing to trip over her own feet and crash into the towering boy in front of her, to see for but a split second, a look of anger. She was all ready to cower in response when she was pushed back lightly by the hands on her shoulders. There was a bit of flight or fight response going on deep in her chest as her heart started to beat crazy fast and her face became flushed due to the adrenaline and then of course from all that followed.

He was certainly tall, or at least taller than her, but that wasn't that hard. People in her family were never particularly tall, so while under normal circumstances, it didn't bother her that much, in ones such as this one, it did. After all, being so small and interacting with someone so much taller than her made her feel very vulnerable and probably made her feel much smaller than she really was as though she were but a field mouse dealing with a large cat.

As she looked him over, he did seem to be pretty good looking, physically fit at least. Probably was into sports. With light muscular arms leading into a tight grip on his fingertips. HIs stance also seemed to be that of an athlete, but of what kind, she wasn't certain of yet at least. That would need to have further study and appearance first. She only knew that he was a year ahead of her. She had seen him in the halls before, but had always been too busy to pay attention. But as she looked at him now, she could see a devious and a bit unsettling look in his eyes that spread to his lips. What sort of deviant thoughts were coursing through his mind, she wondered. Of which, she didn't have to wait long before he began to speak, after what had seemed like eternity due to all the adrenaline still coursing in her.

Hana became further nervous when he came ever closer to her face, looking directly with his brown eyes into hers. For a moment, it seemed as though they were close enough that they might kiss. But she didn't want that. She didn't know the guy. And if someone saw something, word could spread and get back to her betrothed. If she were rejected as corrupted used goods, she would bring shame to her family. Her parents and grandparents would probably disown her. She would be out on the streets with nothing to her name but the clothing on her back and the books in her bag. It would be the end of her life.

But there was something almost mesmerizing about his gaze even as she was scared and nervous about any sort of inevitable outcome. They were a gorgeous pair of eyes, even she had to admit that. Her right hand came up and began to fiddle with her glasses as she slowly started to pull herself back while responding.

"I...um." A loud gulp could be heard as she swallowed the excess saliva that had built up in her throat from the extra adrenaline. "I don't really know yyou. Bbut you are very pretty." Hana started to look even more frazzled than she had before. Oh god. What was she saying? The words were slipping out of her mouth without her control at all. Usually she is much more perfectly composed, but this situation, having crazed head first into this boy and now having him sizing her up, it just put her completely off balance. The words just slipped out without proper thought. Her carefully composed self was ruined here with this upper classman.

As she somewhat started to regain her composure, she pulled back even further and bowed, lowering her head. "I'm so so very sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you. I was moving so very fast to get to my classroom. I hope that you can forgive me." And hopefully she could put this whole embarrassing situation behind her.​

 

[CherryTart]

Fumiko Sakaguchi​

The day of Fumiko Sakaguchi began earlier than most, she was often up around four-thirty in the morning and tended to find solace in her studies before classes. She had taken a quick shower, to insure a lack of germs on her body and quickly got dressed in the school's uniform as to speedily make it to the school building with little disturbances. For the past few days she had been staying in a school dormitory, it was far better than her entire home and she enjoyed the comfort of a real place to sleep as opposed to lying on one end of a tattered mattress. However, she missed her mother.

Oh how she missed her mother. The one person she often socialized with and even then it was rarely. Her best friend had not been seen in well over a year at that point and she had allowed herself to move on. It pushed her to socialize more for that same attachment.

She took a brisk walk around the dormitories, with her flip-phone in hand to take notes on every little detail of the place. Knowledge was power and knowledge was all that truly mattered in life.

After a couple of hours of examining her new home she proceeded to take a slow walk to the main school building, it was short and sweet allowing her to take in the new surroundings. A brand new district with completely opposing buildings to the ones she was used to. Pristine buildings with actual stocks inside. At her old district most buildings were dilapidated and empty, nothing more than run-down husks for squatters. To say she was content with the change in scenery would be an understatement, she was overjoyed. Finally, a place to exercise her academic might without risking harm from bullies and dullards.

At her arrival onto school grounds she tensed up and froze, a large group of the student body were crowding around the front of the building. Probably to figure out their classes, Fumiko assumed. So, she stood frozen like a statue as the students searched and searched until finally the tidal wave settled down leaving only a handful of students to search along with a much less distraught Fumiko. She desired to speak with the other students, but each one seemed to have another with them and groups were simply not the way to make friends in her experience. They were the best route to be made fun of.

With her classes in mind she commenced her journey, strolling through the halls at a quick pace to avoid getting caught by a swarm of students once the bells had rung properly. She took a few turns among the halls and walked past students talking to one another, turning her emotionless stare into a frown. She wanted a friend not to be cast out by groups again. Groups groups groups. Why did everyone put so much stalk into pre-determined friendships. Then, it happened.

Fumiko took a turn into an all but empty hallway, with one raven-haired girl skipping down the hall. Presumably towards her class. With a sharp breath Fumiko barreled forward marching up to the girl to get in her way.

"Sakaguchi, Fumiko." She abruptly greeted, staring down at the slightly shorter girl with an emotionless stare. "I require your surname to properly associate with you. It is likely that my brain will release a series of chemicals to provide me with the emotion of "joy" if you fraternize with me." Fumiko went on to explain that she desired and introduction back and it would make her greatly happy to become friends with the other girl, even if they had not known anything about each other yet.

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[CrownedKitsune]

Shikiyami,
Anko
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Anko skipped merrily along, She was searching for someone by the name of- what was his name again?! She sighed annoyed she had been at the liberty to look through everyone’s persona records but only one fasnatied her. One young male student who had been arrested and accused of murder, after reading that she immediately felt a closer connection with him. She hummed a lyric-less tune, and continued peeking through the classrooms. She had asked around and found out that he was quite rich. Hmm, if only I could remember his name... Anko stopped to stare at the students around her. They can ether be my enemies or my allies... choose wisely


She needed to find him today and ask for friendship, it was her first step in making a proper introduction. But finding him was easier said then done. She met tons of also interesting humans, one girl who seemed as far away from Japanese as you could, even through being in a Japanese school. And another girl, who when she spoke seemed like robot. “Sakaguchi, Fumiko” the robotic girl abruptly greeted, staring down at Anko with emotionless eyes “I require your surname to properly associate with you. it is likely that my brain will release a series of chemicals to provide with the emotion of “joy” if you fraternize with me” Anko smiled creepily at her, looking up at the girl, a twinge of something unidentifiable crossed her eyes. Anko finally stated “Hello Fumiko, I’m Shikiyami, Anko” her smile turned to a devilish smirk “I think we can become good friends”

 

[StaidFoal]

Location: Sakura High
Interacting With: Yurika Orihara, Miyuku Kozaki
Tags: TerrorKitty Chiester

Yuuto Kojima

Yuuto couldn't help but sigh. Of course everyone had crowded against the notice boards. Why couldn't they just give it space and observe it like a museum exhibit? Among the crowd he spotted Hachisuka, his pink hair sticking out like a highlighter. He was looking at someone, talking. Yuuto didn't want to interrupt anything, and he really didn't feel like talking at the moment, nor trying to squeeze into the ensuing mob, despite it thinning ever so much. He wanted some quiet, and remembered that spot around the back. Everytime he was in no mood to deal with the public, he would go there to spend his time in procrastination. He just hoped he wouldn't get stuck until the bell rang.

As he walked his mind already began to wander. He hoped this year would be the one with no issue. In the First Year, the rich kids picked on him because Hachisuka tried becoming friends with him. In Second Year... everyone knows what happened. He pleaded to whatever god there was that Third Year would be the normal high school one. Where he and Hachisuka did stuff that friends do, and everyone enjoyed themselves. No needless bullying, no rumours, nothing... What was he doing? Had all he read of Stoicism meant nothing? He was supposed to be taking this stuff like life experience, where--

"Watch it!" Lost in thought, Yuuto had not realized that he'd walked past his spot, and instead into an incoming student. Yuuto tried to swerve out of the way, but still crashed into the student's elbow. He ricocheted off, trying to regain his footing but instead ran into more foot traffic. "I'm sorry," he tried shouting, but it more so came out as a fruitless whimper. He twirled across the students kind of like a ballerina, desperately ducking and weaving. Unfortunately for Yuuto, it was all for naught.

The last thing he saw was a white-haired girl, then he stumbled, and caught her around his arms. They landed on the floor with a thud, and when Yuuta opened his eyes, his glasses were off his face. Despite that, he could make out the blurry figure of the woman he accidentally tackled, looking directly into his eyes.​

 

[Lattice]

Jackson James

One week, that was all the time Jackson had spent in Tokyo that single week of freedom. Originally from Boise, Idaho the giant fifteen-year-old had been forced to leave his home town and country to move to Japan into his grandfather's house. To say that Japan was different from American was an understatement he may as well have come from the Moon but alas there he was with no way back to America so he was going to make the most of it. He didn't do much in that week tried various food places and got the lay of the land the biggest thing that jumped out to him was the fact that he was huge, in America while it was uncommon he had met people that were as tall as him and while it was uncommon it wasn't impossible but in Japan it seemed to be he was a good 9 or 10 inches taller than most people and while some were taller than that he had only seen three people that seemed to be even six-foot-tall. The second big thing that affected him was that tattoo's seemed to be looked down on one day he had his arms out wearing a tank-top and instantly he felt eyes on him, he also tried to go to a gym and was swiftly refused access due to him showing his ink which he guessed was going to make school interesting.

A loud ringing noise rang throughout Jackson's room, the dreaded noise, the noise that symbolized the start of the day and even more dreaded the start of Jackson's life as a Japanese high schooler was he excited for this no, nervous nope more like agitated he hated school with a passion and had done for the past three years. Jackson's fist swiftly smacked the top of his old fashion alarm clock shutting it up before sitting up rubbing a hand through his brown mohawk mullet hair, it was time to see what today would throw at him. Begrudgingly he dragged himself out of bed first things first was brushing his teeth which is a two-minute job, next on his list clothing the uniform was not his usual cup of tea but he could deal with it a shame he had to hide his tattoo's it seemed to be a good way to get people to ignore him, still that didn't stop him from putting on a tank top under his uniform allowing him to remove his top the second school ended and use his keep away tactic. He put his pants on but quickly hesitated at the top half of his uniform and quickly sniffed at his armpits the smell was nothing a bit of deodorant couldn't hide and after spraying himself down he was fully dressed.

"Phone check, backpack check, wallet check" He always liked to double-check he had everything before he left the house after being prone to forgetting things, opening his room's door he qucikly stopped. "Ah yes, my device to be able to ignore people." He quickly reached into a bowl by the side of his door and pulled out a pair of headphones. He now had everything he needed to get by which meant it officially was go time his first destination the train station. He was lucky in the regard he didn't live too far away from the train station so it made his travel time minimal and with headphones in it made it a rather pleasant walk.

His walk to the train station was the first thing he had made sure to memorize mostly because it was one of the things he needed for most days of the week. It usually was a nice simple walk but today something unexpected had happened, a sudden impact to his chest. Now usually people move out of the way of the giant not wanting to nudge into him nevermind run headfirst into him. Jackson's hands quickly pulled the headphones out of his ears as he glared at the smaller individual who ran headfirst into him. "Okay shortass it's not like you could miss me you trying to pick a fight or..." Jackson paused halfway through his sentence before he noticed three individuals. Jackson's arms put down his headphones, took off his jacket dropping it on the floor revealing the majority of his arm tattoo. "Oy Jackasses heard you've been trying to mess with my buddy you want to fuck with someone try fucking with me." Jackson said aggressively towards the three he didn't care that he was in the middle of a big street, Jackson knew how to intimidate people but more than that he knew how to brawl so even if the three don't run from the giant he always has his fists to back him up and who knows maybe the short guy will back him up three on one isn't great odds but three on two is a little better.

Doughnut
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[frogmilk]

Mizaki Tsukiyama

Location: Sakura High| Interacting with: Hachisuka Hayamoto | Mentions: StaidFoal

The boy looked a bit surprised before giving her a smile, cracking what she assumed was a joke. “Well, you know, you looked a bit lonely there.” Mizaki let out a chuckle as a smile grew on her face as well. Though she already knew who he was, he introduced himself. It made sense, of course he was not aware that she knew of him. “Oh! I think I’ve heard about you.” She gave him a small nod, “I’m Mizaki!” She reached out her hand to shake his. “Ah, I’m a junior actually! I just don’t really hang around with you… popular kids.” Mizaki chuckled again, she didn’t have many friends at school and she for sure she didn’t know any of the popular kids.

She soon realized the boy in front of her was actually an upperclassman, growing embarrassed by the minute at how informally she was talking to him. Not sure of what to say and getting a bit nervous, she blurted out another sorry. “You’re a senior, right? I shouldn't be so informal with you..." she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. While this interaction had definitely given her joy, she should have been more respectful. This was not how she had been raised, though considering how little she had slept the night before she was hoping Hachisuka would give her a pass.

( this is awfully short but my small brain is struggling :-( )

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[CrownedKitsune]

Location: Sakura High
Intraction: Fumiko & Jackson

Shikiyami,
Anko

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Anko pulled Fumiko with her to close, sitting in the farthest seat in the furthest corner (Closest to the window) Fumiko sat next to her, a couple more students entered the room. One of the students was Jackson James, Anko noticed him immediately. That was one of the things she saw in his personal records. He held, carved in his skin. Tattoos of many types. Without thinking she waved and studied him. He didn’t notice her. Anko sighed, slightly irritated. “Damn fool... thinks he can ignore me just like that!” she muttered angrily under her breath. Her jet black hair was swinging from side to side. The air conditioned room carrying a slight breeze.

Anko rested her head on the desk and closed her eyes. She was half asleep before Long, she stared into Fumiko’s eyes as she fell into a dreamless sleep.
“Miss Shikiyami, would you mind answering this math problem for us?” And raised quickly bonking her wrist under the desk, she winced and glared at the teacher. Her gaze drifted to the board, her mind working faster then she was used to. “Your wrong” She said bluntly “Your answer is 179, you did the math wrong. It’s 133” The teacher stared horrified at her then at the board as his eyes skimmed the board. He fixed the problem, “W-well, uh Miss Shikiyami... your r-ight, it’s 133” She heard mumers, and gasps Of shock. Then came a few whispers “Show-off” She sighed, and fell asleep again.

 

[Doughnut]

Kento Matsuyama

Location: Sakura High| Interacting with: Jackson [ Lattice ]| Mentions: TBA

The glare he received from the other was well deserved, he should’ve watched where he was running instead of looking back like a complete idiot. At first he thought he would get his by this guy instead which would be the worst case scenario. Hah… if only he didn’t beat them up the day before, they wouldn’t have waited for him at the station. Yet he couldn’t just let a kid be bullied by them for money they were stupid to earn by themselves. People like that should just fade away in the gutter. It wasn’t like they were doing anything for society.

Yet the way too tall guy took it on with the three idiots. The look on their faces was just precious. He would’ve taken a picture of it right then and there but that would’ve been rude towards the other. The three dead stopped in their tracks once they caught sight of the 2 meter person. Obviously hesitating, shooting dead glares towards Kento instead of actually doing something now. That was a first. ”We’ll let you go for today !” They yelled before moving away, out of his sight. Breathing out deeply out of relief.

”Thank you ! I really didn’t want to get into another fight on the first day of school… You really helped me out !” He said, bowing towards the other male appreciatively. Then he noticed the uniform the other was wearing, indicating that they were going to the same school. ”Ah, let’s go to school together? I’ll treat you to something at lunch break.” He said. ”As a thanks.” With that, he started walking into the direction of the school. If he wasn’t they were surely going to be late.

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Masato Kasugazaki

Location: Sakura High| Interacting with: Hana [ Trektek ]| Mentions: Kento

The stuttering of the girl made him feel something. And that mostly didn’t indicate anything good. At least not for his victim. The glance in his eyes changed as he listened to the words coming out with great effort. She honestly didn’t seem like she was good with dealing with these kind of situations. Was she a virgin or just really innocent? Naïve would be a little too much, she looked too smart for that part. Squinting his eyes as his stare was becoming more intense. He felt like playing around with her just to see what she would do. Would she smack him in the face if he went too far or would she be too scared? Though he would stop if she truly felt like that though. He wasn’t that big of a jerk. His cousin did a better job in the scaring part without even intending to. It was amusing to see.

Backing away, with one step as she suddenly apologized for running into him. Tilting his head to the side as he just looked at her. Ah… this is too easy. He thought to himself yet he didn’t walk away. There was something holding him back. ”Well then, if you’re truly sorry…” He commented, pausing for a while as he thought about something. Checking the hallway to see if anyone was near them but it didn’t seem that way on first glance. ”Well… You wouldn’t mind I take your lips as a peace offering then.” He finally said, moving in closer while talking. And then, giving her a quick peck on the lips. They felt soft and tasted sweet. A big smile appearing on his face, satisfied with what he had done.

Short after, a girl came running towards him, followed by a group of students. All female nonetheless. His little toys. Not that he had been with all of them. Perhaps with three or four if he remembered it correctly. Members changed a lot though as he would never accept their confession, saying that he didn’t believe in love in the slightest. And that they should find someone who did. He was nice in a way like that. But these girls were different. They wanted Masato for all of them, hence the reason why they refrained from truly confessing and were happy with their current situation.

”Masato ! Long time no see !” The leader of the group said whose name he had forgotten. Nodding lightly towards them. The girl in question wrapping her arms around his arm tightening it up so even her boobs were pushed together. This kind of contact wasn’t anything special to Masato anymore though… ”Neh~ Who’s this girl? Isn’t she really plain?” The girl bluntly said, whereas Masato responded: ”Eh? Maybe a little.”

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