[h2]Sasaki Kirima[/h2]
[@Suku]
[hider=Seven Days Prior, White Chapel Ghoul Incident AKA Sasakoto Being 2fluffy4u]
Sitting against a streetlamp, Sasaki stared at his hand, body still trembling from the effects of the energy drink he had chugged down in less than a minute. He'd expended what medical care knowledge he'd possessed, and he was neither a qualified medic nor a sanctioned JUDGMENT member. Therefore, he'd left the rest of the healing and rescue to those better suited for it. He flexed his fingers and calmed his breath as the drink's influence died down. What was there left for him to do here? At this point, with all these professionals scurrying about, the titan's attempts at 'helping' would probably be doing nothing more than hindering those more competent than himself. 

"...I should go check up on how Kotori-chan is doing..." Sasaki sighed, picking himself up off the cold hard ground, dusting himself off, and making his way back up the stairs of the ruined building that he had last seen his friend. "Ara... You feeling alright?" the towering boy said, kneeling down and placing a hand on her forehead. She wasn't running a fever (Why [i]would[/i] she?) and her nose wasn't bleeding anymore, but she'd definitely overworked herself. A feat like that wasn't a thing someone below Level 5 could do just as casually as one would lift a feather. "...Doesn't matter, I'm bringing you to medical care," he stated bluntly, sliding one arm under her legs and the other under her back before lifting the fatigued telekinetic up like a princess. "Haha, how cliche of me," Sasaki reflected, the thought that such an action could be easily misinterpreted by passersby finally occurring to the Iron Giant, "It's like something out of a shoujo manga." But he was assisting someone who needed it, right? Nothing more, nothing less.

"Alright, Kotori-[i]hime[/i]," Sasaki joked, "Let's get you some help, ne?"
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[hider=Seven Days Prior, Nighttime AKA Sasaki Being 3edgy5me]
This was bad. He shouldn't be here, and yet he was. School District 10, area G also known as 'The Strange'. Urban decay ran amok here, and not only the kind that involved buildings. Skill-Out gangs, yakuza, run-of-the-mill delinquents, whatever. If it was gang related, it had a presence here in some way, shape or form. As for why Kirima Sasaki of all people was here... The White Chapel Ghoul Incident stirred something base and instinctual inside him, like a craving that had been fed just enough to draw attention, but not enough to sate completely. It was something he couldn't deny much longer, but he still had to show restraint. Killing someone wasn't what he wanted, not this time. 

"Hey asshole! You eyeballin' me?"

Sasaki stood, staring at a group of five delinquents. He made no move to redirect his gaze or shift his stance, standing on the other side of the empty street with his visage illuminated only by a dim streetlight. The giant played with a 5 yen coin in his hands as the delinquents inched closer, spouting insults and threats. The quartet stepped into the radius of light. It was almost like an arena in a way. The group's apparent spokesman flicked out a switchblade and moved closer as the other three moved to flank Sasaki. Skill-Out didn't make the best partners for this dance, but they would do for now. 

"You ignorin' me, kid? Do you know the fuck we are?"

Sasaki didn't know who the fuck they were, and just stood in his ominous silence as he practically stared a hole into the thug before him. The cheap coin in his hand glinting in the lamplight as the twat who was shorter in size, but larger in ego got closer. "Tch," the cocky miscreant sounded in distaste at the giant's distinct lack of any reaction whatsoever, "Get 'im boys!" Simultaneously, the massive young man flicked his hand upward, and the patch of street was drowned in darkness as the streetlight was shattered by the force of the skyward coin. 

He deflected the incoming stab with his right forearm, blade tearing into the jacket and making a small cut in his flesh. Now there was no need for diplomacy. They attacked first, after all. [i]They attacked first...[/i] which meant what happens next wouldn't be his fault anymore. Sasaki smiled ferally, his unsettling rictus now completely fitting for the situation. 

The giant stepped into the knifeman's guard with his left foot and delivered a swift left uppercut to the gut, folding the man at the abdomen. Sasaki opened his fist, grabbed him by the shirt, and threw the wounded knife fighter into the roundhouse of his compatriot aimed at Sasaki's right flank. At the same time, the Iron Giant pivoted on his right foot and aimed a kick of his own using his left, sending both back into the wall. He used the momentum from his push kick to lunge forward and dodge the wooden bat aimed at his head. He ran his left hand along the ground and picked up a sizable shard of glass completing the circle, turning himself into a position to block the incoming metal with his forearms, direct it to the side, and stab the unfortunate individual in the gut with the improvised glass dagger, causing him to cry out in pain. Unfortunately, that wasn't all. Sasaki took hold of the back of the thug's neck, pulling him close and adding more force to the knee Sasaki sent his way, pushing the glass even deeper and, very likely shattering some of it inside the enemy's body. 

Sasaki tossed the third to the side in a crumpled heap and looked around. Now... Where was that last one? 

The movement of AIM and slight shift of lighting in the alley behind him was registered, evaluated, and submitted into his awareness in time for Sasaki to react, [i]'Glad to see my instincts haven't gone rusty.'[/i] The non-esper swiped the ground and sent a few glass shards, pebbles, and that 5 yen coin flying at his enemy. The light quickly disappeared as the enemy's calculations were disrupted. Simultaneously, the Iron Giant picked the wooden bat off the ground and charged down the alleyway.

Sasaki brought the bat crashing down on his foe. 

[sub][i]'...D-Damn it...'[/i][/sub]
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[hider=One Day Prior, Afternoon AKA Sasaki is Just a Hard Worker]
"Okay Sacchin, spill it," the brown haired scientist demanded, spinning to face the bespectacled, black haired younger man scrawling notes into his notebook, "What's wrong? Why have you been skipping classes? A girl rejected you? Failed a test? What?" The scientist rolled her seat over towards Sasaki. "It's affecting your work, y'know." That statement seemed to have gotten Sasaki's attention, even though it was mostly a bluff.  "It's nothing important," he answered vaguely, still working ceaselessly, "Just thought I'd take a break after the whole White Chapel Ghoul debacle last week. What's wrong with my work?"[indent]"Nothing, you're handwriting's just gotten increasingly shaky though."
"How would you know that?"
"I'm a Kihara, we've got an eye for these things. You've also got bags under your eyes."[/indent]Somehow that answer didn't surprise the young part timer. Sasaki shut his notebook and leaned back into his own swivel chair. He craned his head over the back of the chair, head upsidedown. "If my writing's your biggest concern on this project, you might as well start getting some actual work done, Kihara-san."[indent]"Oooooh, Kihara-[i]san[/i] is it, now? Someone's getting snippy. What happened to Kihara-[i]sama[/i]? Now I'm [i]really[/i] curious as to what's got your panties in a bunch."
"..."
"I know you're that age where you want to be super secret and edgy and do lewd things with your friends and yourself, Sacchin, but I'm just concerned about you that's all."
"Sigh...You're not my mother, you know."[/indent]"Yeah, but you're an Error, and you stick around here so much that I might as well be," she said harshly but truthfully, "Look kid, I may not be your guardian, but suddenly staying cooped up in this facility for a week isn't like you." The young man sat in silence, taking in words he had just heard like a scolded child sent to time out for something they were guilty of but would never admit to doing. Pushing that note into the back of his head, Sasaki continued his work noiselessly until it was about time to check out. However once again, in his way was his boss. "Say, how about I bring you and Sunye-chan to that buffet in School District 4?" she offered suddenly, "The one my husband brought me to a few months ago."[indent]"The one that you said had 'godly food' and 'ungodly expenses'?"
"The very same~"[/indent]Sasaki was silent for a few moments. "...Sounds like a plan," he agreed.
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[b]Today, Morning AKA Sasaki Ruins Kei's Lovely Drawing[/b]
Sasaki stepped into the Hybrid Academy school building for the first time in a week. Unsurprisingly, it looked like the Ghoul's attack didn't do much to hinder the operations of the academy one bit. He supposed it was one of life's minor miracles, but now Sasaki had realized that he'd missed a week of school and would have to do some catching up on his own time. Perhaps it wasn't really a minor miracle. He had about three hours left until classes officially started. Perhaps he could ask Bang-kun what he'd missed during the interim. It was kind of sad that everyone else he knew was in the grade below his own, though. Being a burden on the other fighter wasn't a thing he'd prefer to do. Either way, first he'd have to find him, and that meant prowling the school.  

As the so-called Iron Giant made his way through the school, searching for the boxer in his homeroom class, his ears registered the sound of a lovely melody resounding from the courtyard of the school. Though Sasaki wasn't much for music, it sounded orchestral. Maybe like something out of anime, movie or a video game, too. Not that it mattered too much to the massive student. He peaked out the window to see where it was coming from, and spotted a familiar face playing on her mysteriously varnished violin.

"Ara, I knew it had to be you making that nice music," Sasaki chirped, having finally made his way to the bottom floor and out into Aria's side of the courtyard. Of course he'd waited for her to stop playing that particular song. He wasn't some kind of monster that would deprive whatever audience Aria had from listening to the virtuoso and her works, "...Ah...! I'm Kirima-san, if you don't remember."

[h2]Sunye Kirima[/h2]
[@Feisty-Pants]
Unfortunately for Kotori, that fated arrival was not meant to be just yet, for the Kirima-san that arrived was not the Kirima-san that she would be expecting. "Hmph!" the younger sibling of the songbird's friend huffed with indignance. "Onii-chan told me to apologize to you," she said bluntly, eyes narrowed and directed not at Kotori but at Sasaki. Or maybe Aria, who Sasaki had decided to talk to. Probably the latter. "So [i]'I'm sorry Namashitya-chan'[/i]," she 'apologized', staring daggers into the songbird before finally noticing the bento box and the note upon it.

"..."

There was a heavy silence between the two girls. Silence so heavy that Namashiya's telekinesis couldn't even lift it. "...Why thank you for your [i]kindness[/i] as well~!" Sunye said, tone somewhere between a growl and a chirp as she confiscated the bento box that Kotori had prepared for her brother with surprising strength, "Did nii-san put you up to this? Isn't it [i]great[/i] how he wants us to be [i]friends[/i] and be [i]good[/i] to each other~?" She popped open the box, took the chopsticks, and began fervently downing the breakfast. [i]'It's actually pretty good'[/i], she had to admit.

The female Child Error threw her arm over the telekinetic's shoulder and slowly tightened her vise-like hold on the older girl. "Do you wanna know something, Namashiya-chan?" the short-haired girl whispered conspiratorially into the songbird's ear as Sunye began to literally give her the cold shoulder, "Onii-chan skipped a whole week of school after you got all buddy-buddy with him. I wonder why~"

"Nii-san definitely wasn't sick 'cause he still went to work and stuff," Sunye mused quietly to the Level 4 esper, "Oh! His boss told me that his work ethic was deteriorating and that it's probably has something to do with his social life. Y'know, his [i]friends[/i], people he [i]associates[/i] with, people he [i]talks[/i] to..." Though her venomous words exaggerated the anecdotes, the expression on her face was surprisingly genuine in her concern. Though unintentional, it added a degree of legitimacy to her claims. Was this perhaps a way of opening up to Namashiya without admitting such? "He's also been staying up real late at night, and not getting a lot of sleep. Says it just 'bad dreams' when I asked. I wonder what's so bad about what he's dreaming about, I mean, it's not like he went through stressful experiences any time recently, right? Well, I guess someone benign like you wouldn't know anything about that, [i]would you[/i]?" 

"Anyway, now that we're [i]friends[/i] and all, do you mind me asking where you ran him off to that day, anyway? Did you do anything risky (risque)?" she added after a pause. The thought of destroying this girl's clothes and leaving her to humiliation at the hands of her peers at this point was very tempting, but the Korean was smarter than that. After all, nii-san would hate [i]her[/i] if she did something like that to this telekinetic bitch, even if it was for his own good. She had to get rid of bad influences like Namashiya, after all. It was no matter of 'want'. She [i]had[/i] to. Because she was a good sister, and good sisters protect their brothers.

No matter what.