Misaki's response to his lame excuse made him sigh in relief. Explanations weren't one of his strengths. He got up alongside Misaki, an paid his part of the sweets. Ikari wasn't one to be indebted, in the sense that he didn't like making people wait to receive what is rightfully theirs. Besides, it was a nice day after all. Being with his chilhood friend did make him a little happy. She's the only one who can mantain a half-serious, half-joking conversation without shying away from him. The blond teenager didn't want to admit it, but he really enyojed her presence. It made him feel safer, in some way.

They spent a lot of time in the cafe, and didn't take in account how many time had passed. [color=deepskyblue]'Mum is going to kill me...'[/color] He deadpanned on his mind, shivering a little at the prospect of his punishment. He may be a fight-seeking idiot, but Ikari's mother is on a whole new level. He usually texts her where he is and when he's going to return. That didn't happen today... So maybe he will face her wrath when he gets home.

His train of thought was interrupted when Misaki suddenly thanked him for saving her and warning her about the student council president, everything with a heart-warming smile. He couldn't help but to give her a smile of his own. Nobody had thanked him about anything since a long time, and Ikari always wanted to put others before himself. That was before. But this girl managed to make his usual habits go haywire, and while it did destroy his almost-semingly peaceful life, it was nice that your good deeds were recognized by others. [color=deepskyblue]"It's nothing. I always wanted a friend that I could talk with, and it seems that it only took a injured hand and a suspension to achieve it"[/color] He laughed a little, finding amusing the chain of events that led to the duo being here in just 1 day. 

After that, they started walking to his old home. To Ri-chan's home, more specifically. It had the same cold air of always. Ikari didn't like it at all. Hopefully they wouldn't encounter any undesirable people that the blond would beat to pulp anytime soon. He was tired, and problems was the last thing he wanted. Misaki asked him why the She-Demon became the student council president in the first place while getting a little too close to him, before stepping away and apologizing. She was probably scared. [color=deepskyblue]"Haha, don't worry. This place can scare anyone if you're alone"[/color] He brushed off the girl's apologies, not caring about sudden closeness. [color=deepskyblue]"So you want to know how that bitch is in a position of power in the first place? Well...it's a long story"[/color] The blond sighed, clearing his throat.

[color=deepskyblue]"You see, she wasn't always like that. Her name is Yuzuki Rokurou, and she was in the same class as me. She was incredibly nice and caring, but at the same time respectful and professional in the eyes of the students. Or that was, until she met me. Word of me being the very definition of violence reached her, and as the student council president, she couldn't let something like that pass. Rokurou did literally everything in her power to make me change my ways, from making me to join the student council and do forced jobs from them, have extra 'classes' where she would try fix my problems by talking, and a lots of other things. One day she... we talked, and she said some things that I couldn't really believe. As I'm an asshole the great majority of the time, that conversation didn't end well, and... we didn't directly talk anymore. She still tries to make my life as bothersome as possible until I become a proper student, but since that meeting, she's getting even worse. Troublesome students are also being punished really harshly, but I won't trade my happiness just for an annoying bitch that can't understand that not everything is hers to control..."[/color] Ikari continued, annoyance and something akin to hurt painting his features. [color=deepskyblue]"...And that's that. Don't talk to her. I don't want you of all people to be punished for nothing"[/color] The blue eyed teenager said while resting his injured hand on the girl's shoulder, a pleading expression on his face.