You're often catching yourself thinking you see things differently from most other people.

[color=a36209]"Takauji needs to come over and study with me, if he wants to actually [i]learn[/i] something!"[/color]

That you perceive the world around you in a way unique to you yourself, that nobody could quite match, at least around here.

[b]"Preposterous. He needs to work with someone who really knows how he is to study effectively, a childhood friend, like me."[/b]

That it's hard to find people looking through the type of lens that you do, thanks to your unique personality and upbringing.

[color=8493ca]"K-Kanami, Kaede... let's just calm down, okay?"[/color]

And [i]not[/i] just because of the vibrant orange shades you love to wear.

Your name is [color=fff79a]Tomoda Nakamichi[/color], or sometimes [color=fff79a]"Aloha-kun"[/color], and as of right now, you're witnessing a squabble straight out of your favorite generic anime. Before you stands a trio of people you know pretty well at this point— leftmost is [b]Kanami Ippotsuko[/b], the slim, waifish childhood friend of Takauji's, but never so much yours, with a head of short white hair, piercing red eyes, and a doll-like face that altogether made you wonder sometimes if she was entirely Japanese. She's currently hugging herself close to he prize's arm, and trying to guide him home to something more akin to a dote-upon session than actual study.

Well, no, not true. There would probably be plenty of studying involved, given that she was near the top of the class in grades and genuinely did worry about his performance in turn. She'd let no future husband of hers flunk out.

To the right— [color=a36209]Kaede Inoue[/color], last year's class rep and the only girl you knew to be all at once cute, hot, and finally absolutely terrifying. She, on the other hand, had brown hair of middling length, hard set brown eyes to match, and again, a not-unattractive face, that just so happened to almost always be hard and humourless whenever you looked at it. Enough to make you forget how sexy she could be if she lightened up. Although, the moments of [i]tsun[/i] were many from her, whenever your buddy Takauji unearthed her inner [i]dere[/i], it was a moment to treasure for everyone present. Like witnessing an eclipse. She was doing much the same to his other arm, pulling it into her sizeable bosom as she tried to forcefully yank Takauji away to a study session 3 parts strict coursework, and the fourth devolving into a high pressure stuttermachine as an innocent query was asked, her charge none the wiser.

Finally in the middle, the source of it all. [color=8493ca]Takauji Aragaki[/color], the man who you in middle school deemed the town's very own LN protagonist and at three years old your brother from another mother. You were surprised you'd gotten this far into high school without him being some sort of chosen one about to save the world. You mean, he was p e r f e c t  f or the role, too! Good looking in an average way, black hair all gelled up into impossible spikes because he thought it looked cool (yours were better though), a kind, helpful disposition, even few friends growing up aside from you and Kanami! He could even fight well too, being the rising star of your martial arts club, so he really had it all! He, much to his chagrin, was stuck in the middle of the two girls, and you weren't sure how much longer he could stretch between them.

Well, hey, he had you, too. You, the Hawaiian shirt-wearing, shades-equipping, snaggley-teethed grinning, absolute madman-being best buddy. And you know what?

It was time to live up to your name in the only way you knew how.

>Vouch for Kanami [ ]
>Vouch for Kaede [ ]
>Try to compromise [ ]
>Just stand there and let it play out [ ]
>Vouch for yourself [X]

[color=fff79a]"Sorry, Ladies!"[/color] you call jovially, grin cheshire as ever. [color=fff79a]"Buuuut Takauji an' I have some club planning business to attend to, so..."[/color]

They turned about face, ready to tell you to buzz off—

And in that moment, that mere fraction of a second where their attention wasn't upon the object of their affections, you strike.

[color=fff79a]"Yyyyyyoink!"[/color]

You grab your best friend by his collar and book it with the speed of an Olympian, laughing merrily down the halls as he slips free of their inattentive grasps and finds himself more than content to just be dragged by you. As you round a corner, you glance back to see the girls finally squawking in surprise as they process the sheer chutzpah of this action.

It probably also was around when they remembered that Martial Arts Club was cancelled for today, as you'd both stated previously.

Well, whatever, he was now free of their grasp, and that's all that you cared about. You wouldn't be a proper bro to your Bro if you let him get ripped in half before the bad guys even showed up.

But unfortunately, it'd be so much easier if the four of you were in the same class again...

Well, you'd do as you always did. The very best you could, and damn anyone who thinks that you wouldn't be able to make sure it's enough.

[color=8493ca]"You're a lifesaver, man..."[/color] the spiky-haired fistfighter breathes from behind you as he slides across the hall's floor.

Chuckling again, grin still on your face dutifully, you pump a little more power into your stride as you make distance. 

[color=fff79a]"Different class or not, I've always got your back, brother."[/color]

Hopefully you'd get to the roof unmolested today.