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Most of my assignments are over and done with so I'll be getting on replies tomorrow night~

Here are the ones I've drafted:

2 to Nina (Event and Open)

Misaki

Feldt

Midorima

Sora

Please drop a line if you've replied to a thread with me and I'm so sorry for taking so long, assignment hell was...hell.

Still will be on semi-hiatus because I'll have to run around randomly this week for my photo essay, but I'll be roleplaying again!

Also need to start on Squall and Hope. ;D

Misaki-mun, Hope and Lightning should thread!! :D

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チヤ

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"Ah, and you're as gloomy as ever, Midorimacchi~" A mocking pout as he responded to his teammate, as if he was hurt by what the green-head had said.

"Besides, I made it here somehow, and we're probably going to be on the same team again, so lets not worry about the small things, ne~" Well, he was used to this from Midorimacchi. And he was actually looking forward to playing on the same team as the ace shooter again.

today's horoscope for cancer...

“You’re overly friendly as ever.” He retorted. Of course that was how the greenette would greet any of his teammates. One year in high school might be able change a lot of things in a person, but it certainly didn’t for him… at least not how he would be towards most of his former teammates. Though what a party that would be, a reunion with the members of the Generation of Miracles at a prestigious high school. And Midorima wasn’t fond of parties.

“Don’t tell me you to go to school here as well now?” His tone was irritated. It didn’t matter if he had his lucky item or not. Well, it was better to have someone around that he knew, not that he would ever admit that, even if it was this guy.

He turned his head away and sighed. “I’m surprised you could make it into this school. Perhaps this school isn’t as prestigious as rumored.” 

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A laugh as the baby seal barked as if in agreement with Kise's words, amber hues brimming with delight as it let the blond pat its head without any resistance. It looked at him with curious eyes, and his grin widened at the sight. It was, quite simply, irresistible. He should talk to the artistic director about doing a special shoot with a baby seal like this. It would most definitely be a hit.

"Don't be sorry! Its very cute(ssu) ne!"

Kise noticed how easily the girl shifted to sit on her heels even as he watched the pup hide even more behind him, quite naturally realising as an athlete that the comfort with which she took this position was a mark of a well trained body, no matter how she might look on the outside.

Still, that in itself wasn't particularly remarkable at this point, and Kise was more taken by the baby seal, which was now quite pointedly turning its head away from the girl. So its name was Jonathan? It certainly seemed intelligent enough, to the point that it understood what the girl was saying. It had attitude too, from the looks of the situation.

Hurriedly standing, he acknowledged Sora's introduction with a friendly nod, smiling as he introduced himself in turn.

"Ah, It's nice to meet you(ssu), Naegino-san~! I'm Kise Ryouta!"

He bent once again and held his hands out toward Jonathan, wondering if the animal would allow him to carry it in place of the girl. She looked troubled by its stubbornness, and he had time after all.

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┌Her eyes shifted upward past the very long legs, up past his midriff finally finding her way to his face. The brown eyes blinked a few times as she met the amber hues. Wow! He could pass for a model or something! Sora felt mildly embarrassed wearing just her white t-shirt and overalls. She let out a faint laugh as she watched him for a few moments.

The baby seal let out a bark of agreement with the man as though he understood. It allowed the blond to pat its head without making a fuss. The girl’s attention shifted from the man to the animal to watch it carefully unsure if he would try something or not.┘

“Sorry about him.”

┌Shifting to sit on her heels, Sora watched the animal. He didn’t seem to be too keen on listening right now, but that was hardly a surprise. The girl reached out a hand toward the animal who moved to hide more behind the man. Why was he even acting like this? Maybe it was payback for forcing him onto the plane in an uncomfortable container? That was likely.┘

“Come on Jonathan, don’t you want to see your new home?”

┌Letting out another bark he seemed to turn his head away as if to say he wasn’t going to come. Sora let out a defeated sigh. Standing up again Sora scratched the back of her head face flushing in embarrassment. This was a slightly awkward way to meet some stranger.┘

“I’m Naegino Sora.”

┌She gave a bow to greet the stranger, deciding to pretend that she wasn’t in the unusual situation of having a baby seal as a pet and not having it listen to her like it should.┘

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Kise's left eye twitched a little at the new moniker, but he otherwise let it breeze past him. Man, did this guy switch nicknames as fast as he changed clothes, or was Kise just making that many impressions one after the other? Here's hoping Princess doesn't stick, Kise, or you'll have some explaining to do further down the line with Sora.

Closing his own eyes, Kise focused on his breathing until he felt the quivering stop as he managed to calm down and recover from the shock, and then got up again, far steadier this time. In fact, as he held a hand out to Masamune, he was practically sparkling, which was more than you could say for the dust all over his uniform.

"Well, thanks, Date-senpai~. Nothing broken this time, I hope?"

Wait a minute. None of this would even have happened if Masamune hadn't been galloping through the school like an idiot. You do realise that, right, Kise?

YA-HA!! } Kise

Masamune let out a grunt as Kise smacked into him again. He didn’t bother to lift his head off the ground a second time. Eyes on the skies above, Masamune laid there as if he didn’t have a heavy weight upon his chest. It almost felt pleasant, like the world had stopped just so he could take a breather.

“Shit happens.” Masamune was already over it. “Just don’t do it again. There’s no guarantee I’ll be able to break your fall next time, Princess.”

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Flying fangirls are way more dangerous than flying projectiles, Masamune. And Kise is even more a magnet for those. Just saying.

His heart was racing as he felt himself tilting, and an immense guilt bit at him with the knowledge that his actions had caused someone to quite literally be dragged down with him. And then he felt arms pull him close to the other's chest before they hit the ground, which was immediately followed by a rolling sensation that made him feel incredibly ill.

Kise's eyes were tightly shut, and at that moment, all the blond was aware of was the soreness of his body, the spinning his head, the deep voice of the other swearing, and...the hands that were still holding him to the samurai's chest.

Wait what?

His eyes sprang open only to find the other staring at him too, and he smiled weakly in response to the brunet's words as he tried to push himself up, arms weak from the shock of the accident. A fumble, the model barely able to catch himself before his head met the other's chest again, shoulders heaving from the effort.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to pull you down with me..."

YA-HA!! } Kise

Jesus F. Christ. Nobody had warned Masamune that Kise was a magnet for flying projectiles. That would’ve been a nice disclaimer to have on hand, even in fine print.

He felt arms grab at him and swore as he lost his balance. He didn’t even have time to make a fat joke in his head before he toppled off the saddle. Instinct kicked in. He held Kise close to his chest and hit the ground rolling, swearing as the world around him began to spin. He snapped his eyes shut and waited for the first wave of nausea to pass.

After a moment to regain his breath, Masamune slowly opened his eyes and stared at the fellow student in his arms. “What the hell were you thinking?”

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Pretty boy. Wow. Kise couldn't even decide which was worse between that option or Armani. They were both so bad he couldn't even be bothered anymore. A sigh, and then eyes raising as Masamune hopped on top of the saddle, somehow managing to stand straight atop the violently rocking steed.

Well. If that was how he wanted it. Kise had seen how Masamune had stood. He was looking at how the samurai was maintaining his balance now. He could do the same. A glint in his eye as he hopped on top of the saddle too, eyes flashing as his grin stretched wider. He could copy anything once he had seen it, and this was no exception.

"What, this isn't too difficult. I can't really same the same for girls, but -"

He had been about to say his line about not owing any favours, but before he could, the fates decided to play a cruel trick and have a baseball, a tennis ball, and a potted plant flying towards him from different directions. How does one even dodge that while standing atop a galloping horse? Nobody knows, but Kise somehow managed to dodge the potted plant and the baseball, but his footing slipped ever so slightly as the tennis ball whizzed past his head, and he found himself falling.

And of course, when you're falling off a galloping horse, you grab whatever is within reach. Which, in this case, was Masamune. Long arms were now wrapped around Masamune, and it still seemed like they were falling.

Homo and in danger of breaking your bones. Good job Kise.

YA-HA!! } Kise

Moderation shmoderation. Half-assing things was no way for a dragon to rule.

Too bad Kise just couldn’t appreciate Masamune’s efforts of making him feel welcome. Only cool kids got nicknames. Well, that was a lie. Masamune gave people he didn’t like nicknames, too. Actually, if he dropped the nickname, that was a pretty good sign that you commanded his respect. That wouldn’t be happening anytime soon for pretty boy, though.

“I could always just call you ‘Pretty Boy’ if you prefer.”

Masamune tossed another look back, snorting when he saw what Kise was doing. “Not bad. But can you stand?” Without warning, Masamune hopped on top of the saddle, letting out a loud bellow, “Big Boss of Oushuu, Date Masamune, is here and [READY TO PARTY!] Let’s hear some noise, Tancho!”

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Obviously, Masamune has never learned the meaning of the word moderation. Being high on life is great and all but gosh, everybody needs a break sometimes, don't they? You know where to go if you need one, yes? Kise's very therapeutic.

This guy's naming sense is unbelievable. That was Kise's only thought at the other's words. Using a brand name as a nickname was just... "Armani's a good brand but...as a nickname(ssu)~?"

As his voice trailed off, the blond confidently removed his hands from Masamune's waist, now fully capable of sitting atop motorhouse with no problems whatsoever. He had spent the entire time staring at the man in front of him, copying his technique, and he could now mimic the process just as well, if not better. A grin of exhilaration. Hey, this was actually kinda fun!

Too bad the homo stopped though. Although being stuck behind another guy on a horse is still homo.

YA-HA!! } Kise

Wow, rude. Masamune was not a stoner in any way, shape, or form. Just because he knew how to party didn’t mean he was doped up all the time. It wasn’t his fault that everyone around him were such killjoys. Because, let’s be honest here: If he had to be high off of something, it would be life itself, you see?

Good thing Masamune couldn’t hear any of Kise’s internal monologue, though, or else he would’ve booted pretty boy’s ass onto the ground while in motion. That would’ve been quite a few scrapes and bruises if not a broken limb.

“What, you don’t like your nickname? But Armani makes nice suits. And you’re a model, right? You should take it as a compliment. —unless you’re telling me that you haven’t done Armani yet. Kagami gave the impression that you weren’t small fry.”

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【腐】青黄ログ | Seal@ST3 あ7

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"So you actually decided to leave Seirin on your on(ssu)~? Which means you willingly abandoned Kurokocchi? Hidoi(ssu) ne!"

Sarcasm, or was it? Hard to tell with the blond, sometimes. The biting smile remained as he shrugged nonchalantly, his self confidence and the traces of his earlier taunting creating an illusion of arrogance.

"As for whether or not I was kicked out of Kaijou, I'm sure we both know how likely that really is, Kagamicchi."

Truth be told, his competitiveness was burning up at the thought of being on the same team as this guy. He would surpass the redhead, and he would surpass Aomine. One day.

Poor girls, they're getting antsy about being interrupted by Kagami by now.

Being too popular isn't easy! | Kagami ver~.

That eccentric nickname, no matter how many times he heard it, still sounded bothersome to him. Not that Kagami expected any different from his friend. But those last assumptions Kise made were ridiculous!

“What?! You think I wouldn’t leave Seirin on my own?! I mean, Tancho isn’t any different— Ah, I bet you got kicked out of Kaijou.” Well, knowing their captain, he would literally kick him.

“You did, didn’t you?!” Some girls seemed annoyed, since Kise had stopped giving them attention. Kagami could almost feel bad for them.

“And I didn’t abandon anyone!” What did Kise even meant by that! Really, what a weird guy. He did feel kind of happy that they were now studying in the same school, however Kagami wasn’t exactly sure of how long that feeling would last.

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Kagami? So this...B-boy he was talking about was Kagamicchi? Did that make Kise Armani? How high did you even have to be to come up with nicknames like that? This guy was definitely an idiot. Kise sees past your excuses man.

Anyway, if this guy knew Kagamicchi, then he was likely that one that the redhead had mentioned. The one with the terrible English whom Kagamicchi had been teaching. This was actually beyond expectation. Kise hadn't quite imagined someone this extreme. This guy had to be high on something all the time.

"Ah, so you were that guy Kagamicchi mentioned. Man, how do you expect me to know that if you give us weird nicknames(ssu)?"

Isn't it about time to take your hands away from his waist, Kise? No, not ready yet? Okay. Keep up the homo.

YA-HA!! } Kise

Excuse you. Masamune was a brilliant leader and had even chosen the winning team. Sekigahara ring any bells? He was, by no means whatsoever, an idiot. He just, you know, ran around pretending to be one to throw everyone off. Yeah, totally.

Letting go at this violent speed would have meant splattered Kise pancake. No one, especially the ladies (unless they had a creepy fetish,) wanted Kise pancake this early in the day. Not even Masamune wanted Kise pancake for breakfast, for dragons only consumed the mightiest of meals—! Actually, without Kojuro around to grow veggies, Masamune had begun to cook less. He had discovered the convenience of cup of noodle through Kagami. That and soda. Holy hell was he addicted to soda now. You could probably bribe his spiky dragon ass with that stuff.

“Really? I thought Kagami would’ve said something about me. I’m gonna have a word with that punk.” Coming from Masamune, that sounded more like a damning threat than a guarantee.

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by 吉良

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Well of course any horse would be unhappy with those ridiculous things attached to it, Masamune. Which genius thought that was a good idea, huh?

Kise was still too stunned to really react while his hands were being swatted away from the handlebars, and the next thing he knew, his hands had been guided to the shorter man's waist. What was even happening? Kise wanted nothing better than to let go, but this option was still a whole lot more appealing than tumbling to the ground and breaking goodness knows how many bones. Now if only this is Kuroko instead of some strange guy he's never seen. Way to bring out his homo, Masamune.

More of his perfectly broken English, why had no one stopped this man yet? He was going wild and being a nuisance to the other students, and Kise was stuck with him with no end to the crazy happenings in sight!

"Hey, you’re Armani! B-Boy’s told me all about you and your pretty face..."

Armani? B-boy? What was this person even on about? Why was he talking like he knew Kise, and what the hell kind of nickname was Armani even?!

"I have no idea what you're talking about(ssu)!!"

YA-HA!! } Kise

Motorhorse whinnied at being grabbed by the handlebars. There was a reason Masamune never held onto them himself. His awesome radical steed only tolerated those being on him so long as he kept his hands off the ridiculous attachments.

Masamune looked back at his new passenger, flashed a pearly white grin, and spoke in a rolling tone, “Ease up a little. You’ve got to be gentle with my baby. Here, this’ll be easier.” He swatted Kise’s hands away from the handlebars and guided his arms around his waist. This, ladies and gents, was the optimal position to go riding off into the sunset in!

���[No limit! Heads up!]” Another bench of students scattered as Masamune and co. neared them.

Wait a second. Masamune looked at him again. “Hey, you’re Armani! B-Boy’s told me all about you and your pretty face. Go easy on him, okay? He’s a little hot-headed so it’s up to guys like you to keep him cool. We don’t want him getting overheated, if you know what I mean.”

No, Masamune, no one ever knows what you mean.

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Kise was taken completely by surprise when he was hoisted up onto a horse by the strange man, who immediately started spouting phrases that even Kise, with his limited knowledge on the English language, could tell were nonsensical. So there he was, bouncing around on the back of a galloping horse with strange attachments, quite bewildered by it all. And of course, his butt was starting to hurt. Poor boy has never ridden a galloping horse before, the most experience he has is that time he sat on a mare's back while it was being led around for a photoshoot.

"Hang on, it's not over yet!"

Very helpful advice, Masamune.

How exactly did this person expect him to hang on? It wasn't like you could just grip onto the back of a horse. To begin with, how was this person riding, no-hands?! The already bumpy ride nearly threw Kise off as the horse jumped over one of the shorter students, and the blond threw his hands around the man to grab at the handlebars in an attempt to keep his life.

Who cares about looking homo when you're on the back of a racing horse with a crazy samurai, right?

YA-HA!! } open

Too cool for school, King Party Rocker of Oushuu, Date Masamune, full speed ahead!

What the above sentence meant to convey was that, once again, Masamune assumed that he as a senior, he had special perks. And by special perks, we’re talking riding around campus, bounding over the heads of students on the shorter end. So far, no one had been clipped by a horse hoof.

Masamune guffawed as his so-called Motorhorse raced about. He rode with his arms crossed over his chest, rendering the oddly-placed handlebars along the steed’s jaw utterly superfluous. Remember now, kids, his horse had those things before he was unleashed upon modern-day Japan.

Aside from the obvious noise infraction, Masamune’s careless galloping kicked up dirt everywhere. Surely one of the faculty members or even the disciplinary committee (hint, hint) would step in to yell at him to stop or just shoot him or something.

Alas, Masamune had other plans. He was on a roll and had no plans of slowing down. In fact, he was having such a blast that he wanted to share the thrill.

The next person Masamune rode past was hoisted up by the arm and situated behind him while his stallion was still in motion because what are physics? “[Let’s have a party! Prepare the trigger! We go there!]” He cackled after a long string of nonsensical phrases, for his grasp on syntax was about as firm as a slippery butt because of reasons. “[Hang on, it’s not over yet!]” Which meant whoever he had kidnapped had better hold on tight, unless they had the balls to emulate his no-hands approach.

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Kise had been ready to step in and calm the fans, but before he could, the girl had thrown a small pink ball, there had been an explosion of pink smoke, and the next thing he knew, she had taken his hand and was pulling him after her. Too stunned to resist, he found himself standing behind the gymnasium, and having some forms handed to him. No mention was made of that thing which had been thrown and the resulting smoke, but there was no way he had dreamed all of that up.

Dumbfounded, Kise took the forms from the girl, although he made no move to fill them up and sign them. His mind was still on the events that had led to him being here, and he stared at the girl intently, as if staring would help everything make sense. Which it didn't, of course.

"Err...err...what was that(ssu)? Will the girls be okay?"

All things considered, that concern for the girls seem perfectly rational. Something weird had exploded into strangely coloured smoke. Who knew what other weird things the smoke would do?

Being too popular isn't easy! | Nina ver~.

” U-um yes, don’t worry. I’m ok!”. The blonde witch took his outstretched hand with a small smile, wobbling a bit as she stood up to steady herself. There was a burning sensation on her forehead, which was no doubt the result of her unhealthy  bonding with the ground. She should probably get some ice for that. 

Just as she was about to hand over the forms to Kise, Nina froze and cleared her throat awkwardly as a few of the girls started whispering to one another, glaring daggers into her very soul. Deciding to pay no heed to aforementioned females, Nina gave Ryota a big smile. ” Anyways Kise-kun. I’m here because I want you to sign these forms! It’s for the Student Council you s-“. 

” hey! Get back in line! No cutting!”

” Don’t think for a minute that you’re special just because Kise-kun helped you!”.

” Kise-kun! You promised to sign my t-shirt for me first~!”. 

The girls pushed past Nina to get to Ryota, waving their notebooks at him, leaving the blonde witch gaping with her forms held out to thin air. ’ b-b-but!”. She sighed, then took a quick look at her watch. It was ten minutes to two pm, and she still got these forms to submit. Guess there’s no choice but to use that.

Nina took a deep breath, then took out a small pink sphere the size of a billiard ball out of her pocket. Ok…it’s now or never- ” Ei!”. She threw the sphere downwards, which exploded into a cloud of cotton candy pink smoke. As everyone started panicking and coughing, the blonde witch took the opportunity to push past the crowd and run for it with Ryota in tow. ” Excuse me, sorry! This is SC business, sorry!”.

Once she had successfully weaved her way out of the crowd, she lead Ryota into the back of the gymnasium, where- hopefully, no one will follow. ” u-um. Wait a sec ok? I-“. Pressing her back against the wall, she paused to steady her breathing; and pray that her grandfather wasn’t stalking her like usual and didn’t see her use a magical item to cause the commotion.

” U-um. S-so anyways!”. Having regained her usual pace of breathing back, Nina turned to Ryota with a smile. ” I-I’m sorry for dragging you all the way out here. I just really needed you to sign these forms”. She handed out her forms to the blonde. ” It’s for the new members of the fashion club. They’re needed by the student council”.

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A smile once again graced the blond's face once he had heard the girl's response, glad that she was alright. An awkward silence followed as no further words were passed between them, and Kise was all but ready to say something, anything, to break the silence when the girl spoke again, words being uttered hesitantly.

Before he could respond, however, the orange ball started rocking back and forth, greeting Kise in what seemed to be excitement. The blond couldn't help but laugh at this. Whatever this robot thing was, it was certainly cute.

"Hello! This...robot-san is friendly, isn't it~? You haven't made me late for anything, so don't worry, err..."

His voice trailed off as he remembered that he didn't know this girl's name, and he looked at her inquiringly, lips still curved into a friendly smile.

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“No, I’m not hurt, thank you”

Feldt wasn’t sure what reaction she’d expected to follow after the incident. An irritated admonition, maybe an insulting remark directed towards her clumsy action. In all honesty, she had no idea at all what to forecast in this type of environment – only that she’d launched herself into a faulty start.

Cradling the Haro into her chest, enough courage was eventually gathered to chance an upward glimpse at the boy she’d marched into. Unsteady palms smoothed over the cool, metallic surface of the A.I shell while she fumbled over her words. Tiers parted, but no sound emitted for a few seconds before a jagged sentence spluttered out from them.

“I hope…I haven’t made you late for anything.”

Not the most riveting conversational skills, what would someone like Christina have said? Probably squealed in excitement and comment on the tall student’s fetching looks, but that wasn’t exactly Feldt’s style nor was it something she was prone to noticing. In her arms, Haro began rocking back and forth, portraying much more outward interest in the stranger than the timid girl holding it.

“Hello Haro! Hello Haro!”

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Kise was obviously doing a great job asking for help, seeing as he had just tripped his only hope for salvation. She could definitely do something about the situation while she was on her butt. A+ job Kise.

Still, gentlemanly instincts were not forgotten, and he stopped long enough to help her back on her feet (more like pull her up without giving her any say in the matter really, but desperate times called for desperate measures) and pull her along as he started sprinting again.

"I wouldn't run if I had a choice, but the girls behind are scary(ssu)!"

Why was she even yelling at him, and how focused did she have to be on his running to not notice the almost stampede behind him? Kise chanced a glimpse behind and bit back a yelp when he noticed the leaders of the pack closing on them. He had lost not just precious seconds, but some speed, in stopping to help the girl up.

No! He didn't want to be caught by the fangirls, whose eyes looked like wolves cornering a prey by now. The blond was certain that he wouldn't make it out in one piece if he got caught. He really didn't want that. Perhaps he could...he didn't want the girls to end up getting hurt, but he didn't have much of a choice, really. It was his only chance.

"Hold on tight~!"

Barely a word of warning before pulling the girl into his arms, carrying her bridal style. His eyes had changed, an intense focus glinting as the aura surrounding him grew tense. Perfect copy. He never thought he'd have to go to this length outside of a match.

With agility matching Aomine's perfectly, he did a 180 and went hurtling down the opposite direction, dodging past the horde before they even realised what was going on. Some of the fangirls whose kokoro obviously had more power managed to make the turn, albeit in a much larger curve, but the majority of them crashed into one another and went toppling to the ground. All this in under a minute.

At any rate, there was now quite a large distance between the blond and his (probably very unwilling) companion and the fangirls who were somehow still in the running, but they were not quite out of the woods yet. Making a turn with abnormal agility once again, Kise took the chance while was out of sight to duck into the nearby building, running all the way to the roof before finally stopping.

A sigh of relief. Sweating from the intense workout, the model somehow still managed to look cool. Also, he had somehow forgotten that he still had the girl in his arms.

Fangirls are scary fast yo! | Misaki ver~.

Misaki was walking around school grounds on a regular patrol for the student council to ensure that all facilities were being used correctly and that order was maintained. She sometimes yelled at students misusing the water fountains, or others who decided it was fun to climb buildings or trees. However, today, Misaki had to be extra vigilant since there was some kind of event happening - some kind of Pocky day.

It was then she heard wailing… and then some loud screaming.

Wait…Wailing?

She’s heard her fair share of cries around the school, but this wailing was different, and it was becoming louder. A cry of help?

She glanced over to her right side and an incredibly tall and large blond was dashing straight towards her with his arms wide open.

“What the—?!”

Misaki instinctively bounced out of the way to avoid being crashed into, but she wasn’t fast enough - or the blond was much too fast. Her leg caught something - an arm or a leg - she couldn’t tell, and she fell smack on her bottom.

“HEY YOU! Why are you running around like that?!”

She didn’t even notice the crowd behind.