~Himura Akio, Super Duper No Life Puzzler~
School was over, but the day wasn't over yet for most students. The sky was still a cerulean blue, clouds drifting by. It wasn't a windy day, and thankfully, it also wasn't a very hot one. Most people were just joining up with their clubs, ready to say 'hi' to their friends or stretch for some sports activities. Others were just milling about, taking their time going home and chatting in the hallways.

Then there was Akio, whose plans revolved around visiting the hospital for the third time that week, visiting that comatose hero of his. His parents should probably be worried about what he was doing with his 'free' time, but they never said anything, and he never said anything. Home was a silent place, and the hospital, at least, had a clean, sterile feel to it. God knows how long its been since anyone vacuumed that three bedroom apartment suite. His mom definitely didn't have the time, and Akio didn't have the motivation.

Anyways, there were vending machines and cafes in the hospital, which was a bit better than the convenience store bentos that he'd been reheating at home recently. Also wi fi and electric outlets. All the essentials for camping out.

Yawning from the aftereffects of staying up late at night to argue with a 2channer who thought that he was a god or something, Akio walked out the doors of the school and flipped open his cellphone. No messages. Of course there wouldn't be any messages. Doctors weren't miracle-workers. His friend wasn't going to wake up any time soon. Heck, it'd be optimistic if she'd wake up while he was still her kouhai. In a year, they'd be equals. In two, their positions would be reversed.

That is, if her insurance could cover the fees for that long.

Akio looked up at the skies and sighed, wondering how he'd be able to monetize his skills. Too young and untrained to be a detective. Social skills are too terrible to be a private investigator. Not enough specialized skills to join a Quiz Bowl or whatever. The boy with the dull blue eyes sighed once more, and started making his way to the school gates.

Then he saw a girl, no, Hanako who was in the same homeroom class as himself, dressed in a bunny suit, advertising a club while some other weird girl was nuzzling her bosom.

There was no no nosebleed, blush, or boner from the boy as he pulled up the camera function of his cellphone and took a picture. Maybe he could anonymously sell this to a gravure magazine or something. That could help a bit.

He wondered who the other girl was, sitting down on a chair whilst reading a book. Then, he closed his cellphone.

Akio doubted that magazine editors would be interested in pictures of washboards. And he didn't want to associate himself with those creepy lolicon magazine things.