[center][h2]The Idiot General, [i][color=007236]Jett Haven[/color][/i][/h2][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/q6YFYT0.png[/img][/center] [hr] As Jett sat down in the classroom, his phone began to rustle about in his pocket, giving a quiet electronic ping as a message came in. Were he to examine the screen, a single line of text appeared alongside a familiar username. [u]Idiot General[/u] [i]Seriously? What kind of hero takes a photo-op with a villain?[/i] The phone buzzed again as a new message shot up on the screen. [u]Idiot General[/u] [i]And that much aside, don’t tell me you’re still worshipping that masked drama queen. Your tastes in women are so weird.[/i] The notification [i]”Idiot General is typing…”[/i] popped up for a few moments, then vanished again. Of the two things he’d sent, his question was the only thing that had gone unanswered. This had came shortly after pulling out the seats for Kaida and Kasuke. He pulled his phone out and checked it. He had a giddy smile come onto his face as he pulled his jacket off and set it down, moving away from the girls and past Roy to the hall. He figured he could get a drink while replying. He did notice she was writing more so didn’t reply right away. However, by the time he got his drink and looked down he noticed she did not finish answering his second question. He frowned at this…wondering why she was so hesitant on replying to him when it ever came to meeting up with her or talking about the academy. He leaned against the wall and stared at his screen. As if doing so would somehow get her to answer him. It still never would come. Sighing. He started to type his reply. [color=007236][i]1. She is a reformed villain and come on. 2. Boy crushes die hard! She’s actually really nice! [/i][/color] He paused for a moment,[color=007236][i] Though I do agree with you on my taste in women is a bit odd, Makes sense I would hang out with you then. ;) [/i] [/color] He wanted to broach the subject of why she didn’t say where she was, but he figured he would just try to get her to talk to him at first. He slowly made his way back to the classroom. Her response was immediate. He could practically hear her voice yelling in his ear as the response flashed back onto his screen within seconds. [u]Idiot General[/u] [i]Just what are you implying, idiot? It’s not like I was the only one causing trouble back then. Take some responsibility yourself and don’t act all innocent![/i] There was a momentary pause, then she began typing again. This time, she didn’t send the message for almost a minute before it showed up. [u]Idiot General[/u] [i]As for Madame Obsidian, I don’t care how nice she is. If you’re going to hold onto a crush like that, then at least try being interested in someone your own age. It’s creepy.[/i] Jett was grinning as she instantly messaged him back. He was already typing his response when he noticed she was writing more. So he paused, and waited for her...but again, she took forever to send it. When she did he frowned for a moment. Clearing what he wrote so far and sighed. He slipped the phone into his pocket and walked to the door. Wondering how he should answer her. He stopped at the door and pulled the phone up again, hoping she said more. But she didn’t. He finally began to type again [color=007236][i] It’s perfectly normal for a guy to hold onto a childhood crush. It’s not like I have the delusion i’m going to act upon it. I did have a crush and still do on a girl my age, way back when. Though it feels like she never noticed me that way. [/i] [/color] She started typing something else immediately, then stopped, then started again, and then finally… [u]Idiot General[/u] [i]Seriously? You’re not just messing with me, are you? Who is it? What’s she like? It’s not like you were particularly close to anyone back at school. Was it after I moved?[/i] Jett turned to the wall and hit his forehead against it. Seriously? That felt like a knife to the gut. He started to type, then deleted what he wrote. He did it again and again before finally only sending [color=007236][i]No, i’m not messing with you. And it was right around the time I met you.[/i] [/color]he glanced inside the room to see if the teacher was starting. It was also to see if she caught on with out saying more. There was no reply from her for almost a whole minute again. When she did finally answer back, he couldn’t get a read on what she meant. [u]Idiot General[/u] [i]I see.[/i] Nothing more, nothing less. What was that supposed to mean? Did she actually get it? He somehow doubted it. Sighing once again he slipped the phone into his pocket and walked back into class. Right before he could reach his desk again, however, one last message came in. [u]Idiot General[/u] [i]You’re probably busy with school right now.[/i] Another message flashed up moments later, confirming what, perhaps, he’d already begun to suspect. [u]Idiot General[/u] [i]I’m sorry. I couldn’t keep our promise. The truth is, I failed to make it into Komei.[/i] Was this for real? This girl was the kind of person who never even considered failure, much less talked about it. Besides, even Jett himself didn’t think of her as the kind of person who couldn’t make the cut, no matter how high Komei’s standards might have been. There was just no way. But he hadn’t seen her… And there had to be some reason she hadn’t talked to him about it until now. But why? As he stood behind Kasuke and Kaida, he stared at his phone. It looked like he had someone punch him in the gut. He didn’t know how to respond to that for a moment. He was mad at first, it sound exactly like her excuses she gave him when he wanted to go and visit her before school. She kept on hemming and hawing how it wasn’t a good time, or she forgot. Worried came next. His fingers touched the keyboard. But the idiot General would only see a blip of him writing here...and a blip there. Soon the teacher walked into the room. He sat down at his chair. [color=007236][i]How??[/i] [/color]was all he could muster to type. Confusion and a pained look was clear on his face, not caring if Kasuke or Kaida saw. [u]Idiot General[/u] [i]I just made some stupid mistakes. That’s all.[/i] She didn’t even give him a reason? He started to get irritated she was clamming up again. She didn’t do this until a few months ago Was it something he did? He thought about not answering, and he did. Not for a minute or two. [color=007236][i] What happened? What aren't you telling me?[/i][/color] He waited for a response, but as seconds gave way to minutes, his hopes of finally figuring out the truth slowly fell. No answer came, just like always. No. Not like always. No matter how much things might have changed between them, this wasn’t normal. That idiot wasn’t the sort of person who would ever admit to being wrong. It should have tipped him off immediately that something wasn’t right when she said she’d failed due to mistakes. It might have just been him overthinking things. Maybe something embarrassing had happened and she didn’t want to talk about it. But what if that wasn’t it? What if… Elsewhere, the screen of a phone idled to black, and the girl’s pale hand slumped back into her lap as her eyes wandered, staring blankly out the window at the passing scenery. The wheels clattered beneath her in time to the wheels of the trolley cart that a nearby attendant was rolling through the car, breaking her focus. But she could still feel those eyes staring at her… She turned back, glancing at the bench opposite her, and meeting the gaze of two vivid blue eyes that stared almost accusingly into her, as if blaming her. Her choice of words had been a poor one, to be sure... To call it a mistake… No matter how much it had cost her, what she’d done wasn’t wrong. How could she honestly regret it? Was she really so petty? There was no way the one across from her could have known what she was thinking, but just looking at her face set the girl on edge. It was just as if she was looking at… She shook her head. One thing at a time. This situation… it was terrible, through and through. In the first place, why did Jett have to remember [i]that?[/i] And why did that girl have to choose the one place where he was? Why did things have to turn out this way? And why… [color=#c9c916]”Why do you have to ask me questions I can’t answer, you idiot…?”[/color] She muttered under her breath. The girl seated across from her blinked, tilting her head in an uncannily familiar way, as though craning her ear to hear. [color=#FF714D]”Huh? What did you say?”[/color] The dark-haired girl clammed up, sliding her phone quickly into her pocket as her gold eyes darted away, looking at anyone or anything else. Her hand brushed up against her right leg as she drew it back, and a disgustingly metallic rattling met her ears in response. No. That wasn’t hers. That was just a fake to hide her loss, a sham to make up for the consequences of the choice she wished she could regret. [color=#FF714D]”Harukaze-san?”[/color] Motome Asuka crossed her arms and frowned. Haruka sighed. This trip to Hosu couldn’t be over soon enough.