[center][b][u]-Ryuu Yamauchi-[/u][/b][/center]

Ryuu wondered why he was walking to the lounge.

Then he realized that the cunning feline of a woman had told everyone to meet up at some mandatory meeting. She probably had something up her sleeves, and he could instantly tell just by reading his manga. There was always something up with these sorts of "meetings," and those [s]17-year-old-looking[/s] teachers in the mangas he read tended to reveal something crazy.

The otaku sighed, mumbling to himself,

"Jeebus Crust, I feel like going [i]Aizen[/i] and analyze this entire situation before going into that lounge..."

Truth be told, he felt nervous. Maria Cross always made him feel nervous, not because she was (admittedly) hot, but because she always did something weird to him. Every. Single. Time. And now he felt nervous about meeting more students. He was still unaware of the fact that he looked crazy-evil whenever he got excited under most circumstances, but he fully knew that there would be some women to tone down his hyperactivity in case it got out of control.

Or maybe the women would make him go hyperactive.

[i]Ryuu,[/i] he reminded himself. [i]remember, there's always Darwin you can rely on. Just eat his Skittles and- wait, [b]THAT'LL MAKE ME EVEN [U]MORE[/U] HYPERACTIVE!!![/b] This is a chance to train my self-control. I must learn how to reap and sow melon farms without being [b]enamored[/b] by their Earth-shaped beauties![/i]

[i]And maybe I can get along with some of those other dudes. As long as they don't act like pretty boys, I [b]think[/b] I won't break a leg...again.[/i]

The otaku raised an eyebrow when some random student closed the bar's door on him. He simply kicked it open, a lollipop stick protruding out of his clenched teeth, as he walked in with his hands inside his red jacket's pockets.

He was being such a gentleman so far. The otaku even used his leg to simply drag out a chair before sitting on it, his hands still in his pockets. The sunglasses-wearing student avoided Maria's gaze, simply staring at the ceiling.

[i]Good God, I hope I don't miss that new episode of Fairy Tail,[/i] he thought, thinking about a new show he had begun to watch as of recent times.

He was doing [i]so[/i] good like [i]any[/i] gentleman would. And like any gentleman, a dark aura of an evil(?) gangster emitted from him. The chair he sat on made him feel quite comfortable, for some odd reason.