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A Certain Chaotic Academy

In Which Sasaki Goes To Time Out ft. NarayanK and Grey

Sasaki smiled.

It wasn't a pleasant smile or the unsettling grin that graced the face of the tall boy. It was a soft expression that spoke of bitterness and disillusionment. "You're giving me too much credit, Kotori-chan," he murmured, eyes drawn downward, finger tracing a pattern on the table. Helped Kotori? No, he just stood around while the professionals fixed his attempts at 'helping'. Even carrying her back was just doing something somebody else could have easily done. The fact of the matter was the he wasn't an exceptional person. He was no hero on white stallion, charging in to save the day and vanquish evil. He couldn't peacefully resolve an altercation or All the strength in the world and he couldn't do a thing. Still, the songbird's innocent faith in him wasn't overlooked. It made him feel just a little bit better about himself.

The giant looked to the new arrival at their table, Aria. "Ara, nice of you to join us, Aria-chan," Sasaki said in a half-heartedly cheerful voice to stave away the somberness at the table, "Why don't you pull up a seat?" He glanced briefly to the maid beside him, hoping to see her face light up with recognition at the sight of the violinist who had (hopefully) done what he'd asked her to. The giant didn't get the chance to see though, because another maid approached their table. He briefly wondered what the other patrons thought of him and Kei, given that they were surrounded by ("hogging") three of the beautiful waitresses of this establishment. The unnamed newcomer was evidently some kind of manager, bringing even the mighty Level 5 to heel.

"Yeah, no problem," Sasaki said, bidding the Level 5 cryomaster goodbye, "You know where to find me." The giant leaned back in his seat and dropped his arms. "Anyway, I'm sure there's no need to worry; JUDGEMENT or Anti-Skill are probably searching right now," he reassured, gaze trailing, following the songbird as she made her way closer and closer to a particularly shady-looking gentleman. He knew it wasn't his place to judge a person based on how shady they appeared to be, but Sasaki had a very bad feeling about this.

'Don't panic.'

Sasaki just about jumped out of his seat when the man gassed Kotori not even 5 meters away from their table. Fortunately the giant managed to rein himself in. He had Kotori and evidently didn't care who did or didn't see. To say the situation was volatile would be likely apt.

The giant rose slowly, hand on the back of his seat. His eyes were steely as he spoke. "Excuse me, sir..." Sasaki said, voice frightening measured as his arm quickly rose simultaneous, chair in hand and stance lowered. He was about to take a step forward and slam the assailant with his makeshift armament, when at that moment he was stopped by the sudden sound of a door being kicked off of its hinges and the sickeningly sweet smell of decayed human flesh.

'Don't. Panic'

Now with a few guns pointed at his person, the Iron Giant gently set down his improvised weapon. As his friends and acquaintances were all penned into a corner, his own hands were raised over his head as the Clowns confiscated his belongings. His breathing was becoming increasingly less composed as the situation devolved further. Kotori was God-knows-where, everyone else was getting filed into a corner for who-knew-what, and it was all becoming very reminiscent of something he'd never wanted to experience again.

So naturally, he panicked.

Now, there was an old saying: "Be careful what you wish for". It was an oft taught lesson about how getting what one desired wasn't always as good as it was cracked up to be. It was a good lesson, as lessons go. It taught people to appreciate what they have and not want for more. This clown was about to learn that firsthand. After all, this clown wished for panic, but the Iron Giant's idea of panic was less 'scream and shout and let it all out' and more 'apply fist to face until the problem goes away'. Which was unfortunate, considering there were about 20 or so problems and just one Sasaki.

The poor clown didn't even see it coming.

'...Fuck, I shouldn't have done that,' Sasaki thought, cringing as the clown practically flew over the adjacent table.

The Clown flew through the window, though the damage did not seem to make him requestion his life. Instead, it fainted him.

Meanwhile, some of the other Clowns decided to take action.

One of the Skinheads carrying the modified Assault Rifles shoved his firearm to an assailant, leaving behind a confused comrade. Walking up to the boy, whose back was turned against him, the Clown decided to use some common knowledge that all Skinheads were familiar of.

After all, they knew the human body all too well.

Grabbing both of Sasaki's arms, the Skinhead pulled them towards him as hard as he could before kicking the Normalish's back. He then headbutted the back of Sasaki's cranium, the flesh covering his forehead mitigating damage done to his own head. Moving underneath the boy's right arm, the Skinhead smashed the elbow with a brutish, yet somewhat effective punch before throwing the Normalish on the ground.

With the Normalish on the ground, the Skinhead slammed a foot against Sasaki's left knee as he let it stay there, motioning over to his fellow Skinhead comrades who were now laughing with glee. The familiar crack of bones- it was a sound they knew of too well while they made their masks. They did not crack too many bones- in fact, it actually sounded like they just dislocated them due to the boy's surprisingly sturdy body.

"Get him in the Storage Room," the Skinhead who attacked Sasaki said. "Tear off his fucking dick if he tries anything."

The Skinheads proceeded to drag Sasaki into the Storage Room. There was only one Skinhead left at the main room. Having received his firearm again, the Clown told one of the Blue Smiley Heads,

"Contact the Wight that we got some interesting things. We'll think about something for that guy over there.

"You might be able to break him, man."

The Blue Smiley Mask Clown nodded as he returned to looking out his post for any attackers, and the Skinhead proceeded to roll his neck as he went into the restroom.

He came out with a frightened man, who soon joined the group of hostages. With the area completely secured for the time being, the Skinhead stood outside of the Storage Room.

W&T FT Zero! RP

I'll get my CS for this up tonight, Harun.

A Certain Chaotic Academy

@Feisty-Pants@Kyun@Suku@Masaki Haruna
The atmosphere of the cafe itself was almost exactly what Sasaki had expected from a name like 'Mocha Dreams'. It was hardly the kind of bustling, crowded cafe that something like most Starbucks establishments could be described as. Instead, he figured that it could be likened to a library. A library filled with the scent of appetizing baked goods and freshly brewed drinks. No wonder people spent so much time around here. Well, it probably was that and the scandalous outfits that these servers wore. The giant safely averted his gaze from the cafe's nexus of activity to his companion and the window overlooking the Academy City streets. Though he had to wonder why exactly the young man before him knew of a cafe in which the servers wore such revealing clothing... Catching sight of the violinist and her fluffy, yellow avian companion once more, Sasaki chose to wave her over to their table and interact with the artist and himself rather standing all lonesome at the counter.

Although, it didn't take long for someone to come to Kei and Sasaki's table, which saved the pair from the anxious waiting that typically accompanied two person outings such as this one. And saved Kei the potential embarassment of answering the question that Sasaki was formulating in his mind. Unfortunately, such a development was not as simple as initially suspected. Namely because their server was none other than...

"...Kotori-chan?" Sasaki's eyes widened in shock for a brief moment as he turned caught sight of the waitress who spoke with the soft timidity characteristic of his friend. The last place he'd expected the demure songbird to work was somewhere like this, but under the dangerously short skirt and scarlet face was none other than Namashiya Kotori. Taken out of his stunned silence by Kei's own remark regarding Kotori being Kotori and not some kind of Kotori look-speak-and-actalike, Sasaki opened his mouth to order before recoiling backward, hand over his eyes as Ria began her attack. "Um, anyway I'd like to- HUH?!"

"...Ahem," the giant coughed awkwardly, face turned to Kei and eyes directed at a random streetlamp. For all he knew, the groping was still going on, and subjecting the songbird to more humiliation would make him a terrible friend. "Tsurara-chan, if you could please stop... erm... fond- um... If you could stop... Please don't do that to Kotori-chan," Sasaki requested uncomfortably. He wouldn't be the first to say that his own boss was overly casual, but the manager of Mocha Dreams had to be on a whole 'nother level to let this kind of thing pass on what he assumed to be a regular basis. The blatant display of Level 5 power to affect the business' routine was one thing - if Sasaki was a business owner who had a Level 5 working for him, he too would leverage that kind of power and publicity - but this public display of eroticism definitely wasn't what he'd call 'justifiable from a business sense' by any means. Maybe Ria just got that kind of pass since she was a Level 5. That was probably it.

Though fortunately for both the songbird and Sasaki's sensibilities, Ria stopped and stole a seat at the duo's table, explaining with a surprising degree of seriousness an issue that struck deep into the heart of his friend. She was requesting their help to rescue Kei's cousin from peril, a cause that, naturally, troubled the young magician greatly. Sasaki placed a reassuring hand on Kei's petite shoulder. "Calm down, Kei-kun," he advised gently, "Let Tsurara-chan explain. Getting all riled up won't be good for you or your cousin." The situation struck a nostalgic chord in the heart of the ex-Skill-Out. "Don't worry," he said softly, "Even if nobody else can or will, I'll help you save her. We're friends after all, ne?"

Sasaki turned to Ria, the cryomaster requisitioning his underground expertise. How she knew that he was affiliated with Skill-Out was a question for another day. Granted, he was a Child Error with no powers and a body built for fighting, the chances of him not knowing about Skill-Out was dwarfed immensely by the chance of him possessing any bit of knowledge. At least she didn't know that he was Skill-Out, just that he knew of them. "Well, I used to know a few delinquents," he answered, emphasizing the past participle, "But on the topic of Clowns... All I've heard is that they're pretty big on the whole 'anarchy' idea, and then something about there being Skinheads - y'know, like neo Nazis - or something like that." He shrugged. "Sorry, that's all. I don't really associate with Skill-Out-types."

Log Horizon Dawn of The New Day

Yup yup.

A Certain Chaotic Academy

In Which Kei and Sasaki Talk and Stuff

Earlier That Day...
The edges of Sasaki's lips curled into a bemused smile upon hearing the artist's shameful admittance to his perceived, and probably legitimate, misbehavior. Now, Sasaki wasn't typically the kind of weirdo to take pleasure in the often flustered reactions of others. No, he had to deal with enough of that at work. But the kid's atmosphere of genuinely naive innocence was hardly common in a place like Academy City, where dark machinations lay underneath the thin veneer of peace. Thus it came as no surprise that Sasaki appreciated the pure, lighthearted air of the situation, even if the young man didn't know it. "Heh, nice," Sasaki chuckled, leaning back into the bench, "Consider it my intuition, but something tells me she wouldn't mind a bit more attention."

Geddit because she's invisible

"But you should still ask probably permission next time," Sasaki added with sudden seriousness, eye contact and scolding finger point included. Being the big brother to a troublesome young girl evidently had its merits. "That aside, what's your name, artist-kun?" he asked, tone back to its usual almost-monotony "I can't just call you 'artist-kun' forever."

Kei's expression went quickly from "full of shame" to slightly relieved, though he once again looked puzled when the giant suggested the violinist wanted more attention. Was he suggesting something? The magician decided to try and seek the girl later. Maybe befriend her.

"Yes, I'll be sure to ask for permission from now on." Kei answered, really meaning it. Though, it would be a real shame if he had to disturb a good scene just to ask for permission to draw. "Artist-kun...?" It was really weird being called like that. As far as Kei was concerned, his sketches were very far from art. "My name is Nishihara Kei. First year, class A..." The magician added, just a bit timidly. "And you, giant-san?"

"Ah, Kirima Sasaki of 2-EX-2A," the young man in question answered. Though he didn't rather like the idea of nicknames, the moniker 'giant-san' did bring to his attention the vast size discrepancy between the two students. Fortunately the tinier one didn't seem to hold any obvious fear of him based on size, so Sasaki had that going for him, at least. Though such an occurrence wasn't exactly common for the giant, it couldn't be said to be uncommon either. He allowed a calm silence to settle between the two for a few moments.

"Hmm... Kei-kun," Sasaki said, breaking the dreamlike intermission, "Can I ask you a personal question?" The boy stood from the bench and stretched out his limbs, turning and looking down towards the literal magical boy. "Why did you hide your sketchbook when I sat down?" he asked anticlimactically, much to the disappointment of anyone watching through the window and hoping for something out of a certain genre of romance work.

"A personal question? Sure, Kirima-senpai." The smaller boy looked at the giant with an expectant look, before quickly turning a bit gloomy. Why did it have to be about his sketchbook? Kei let out an audible sigh. "It's just not something I like showing to people. They are only rough sketches." The magician spent a a few moments examining Sasaki. The scenario behind... It didn't look like it worked with him. Too big. "Either way, it's nothing but a silly hobby. I think of it as merely training my focus." Kei fidgeted a little, seeming eager to let the topic die but unsure as to how to direct this conversation elsewhere.

Ah, so his art was his own personal focus training. It wasn't exactly Sasaki's idea of focus training, which was a much less serene process that involved hitting and getting hit through countless almost-if-not-actually life-threatening situations, but to each their own. Still, it didn't quite get a clear answer to his question, but from what Kei had explained, the giant could make a hypothesis of his own. "Still, I don't see why it's so bad," he shrugged, "Even if they're rough, I thought they were good." That wasn't a lie made to encourage the young magician to open up; Sasaki meant every word of it. "Whatever you do, you should be able to take pride in it, right?" Sasaki asked rhetorically, voice taking on a more disheartened tone. He knew he wasn't quite living up to that himself, and felt like a complete hypocrite saying those words to Kei. But that was his problem, wasn't it? He couldn't honestly take pride in all he'd done.

Before he could devolve into an angst-ridden monologue about regret, Sasaki's phone buzzed loudly. "...Excuse me, Kei-kun," Sasaki said, removing his phone from his pocket and checking what message he had received. Beneath the emoticons and text speak was a message from his boss that roughly translated to 'Sasaki, get me a ludicrous cafe beverage before you come to work today.' Sighing, the giant pocketed the phone and asked the magician who might've already managed to read the hieroglyphic writings of the message, "You know any good cafes or anything?"

Kei just listened in silence as Kirima continued to go on about the subject of the sketches. He seemed dedicated to change the magician's opinion on the drawings, but it was futile. The smaller boy would not be so easily persuaded. Rather, Kei did his best not to let show how uncomfortable the subject was becoming. His relief was almost palpable when the giant's phone buzzed.

"A cafe?" Kei wondered why the giant suddenly asked about that. Probably something about the phone message? Either way, if it was a cafe, he knew about one near the apartment he had been staying before classes started. "I know one not far from here. Kirima-senpai, do you want me to take you there?" He had some time to kill, so it should be no problem to show the place to giant-san.

The giant took note of the increasingly suppressed fidgetyness of the effeminate magician before him and decided to shelve any related topics that could incite a similar response for the time being. Motivational speaking just wasn't his thing, was it? He snorted at the thought. 'Stick to your sciences, Sasaki,' he thought blithely, turning his attention back to the magician who had evidently used the settled silence to ponder on his query. Fortunately he did, saving the giant the effort of looking up or asking somebody else about a high-quality - because there was no way Kihara Sen would accept just any run-of-the-mill drink - cafe. "Ah, no thanks," Sasaki shook his head upon the suggestion of being led there immediately, following it up with an explanation, "I don't have to head out there just yet. Just a favor for someone after school. But, ah..." The giant sheepishly scratched at the back of his head, smiling awkwardly and averting his gaze.

"If the offer still stands, let's meet up here after school, ne?"

Somewhere in the building, a few schoolgirls watching from the window fainted.

Later That Day...

Even though the conversation with giant-san earlier had had it's uncomfortable moments for Kei, he felt just a little bit grateful later when he realized classes had come and gone without the restless he felt during that week resurfacing. Thanks to that, the magician was feeling in quite high spirits when the bell rang. "Ah, that's right... I need to meet with Kirima-senpai." Kei had after all agreed to show giant-san the cafe place after class. Thus, the magician packed up his belongings into his bag and headed to the courtyard.

On the way there, Kei wondered why exactly were there a couple of girls giving him weird stares. He decided to pay it no mind and just reached the courtyard and sat on the same bench as earlier. Wait, why the hell were those girls hiding in the nearby bushes?! The boy eyed his watch nervously. "I hope Kirima-senpai arrives soon."

To say that Sasaki's day went by fairly uneventfully would have been an rather accurate observation. There was a distinct lack of friends in most of his classes, Bang excluded, so the giant was allowed to focus solely upon his studies. Which was good, he was behind on those. Thankfully he'd managed to quickly get the gist of what was going on in the oh-so-exciting classes. As he mentally contemplated the merits of his decision to send the meek violinist to find the meeker songbird, the bell rang to signal the end of the day. Gathering his materials in his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, Sasaki began to head to the courtyard. He had a magician to meet, after all.

"Good afternoon, Kei-kun," the elder student greeted with a big wave as he made his way towards the Amakusa mage. He stopped right in front of the effeminate boy, large frame obscuring the bush-dwelling fujoshi, who moved to a more suitable vantage point as a result. "Ara... You re....ady to... head out?" Sasaki asked, voice trailing awkwardly as his attention was averted by flashes from a trash can. "...I think we should leave," he suggested.

Kei's expression visibly brightened up upon seeing the giant approaching. The thought of spending a while waiting was distressing. "Good afternoon to you too, Kirima-senpai." The magician promptly stood up when asked whether ready to head out. "...Sure." Kei was also distracted briefly by the flashes. Was someone photographing something? Wait, maybe there was a scene worth capturing and he did not notice it! Such a shame to not have the opportunity to capture it himself in drawings. "Ah, yes, let's go." The smaller boy wondered why Kirima seemed to suddenly be in a hurry as they headed to the gate.

Arriving at the school's front gate, Kei stopped briefly, wondering what would be the best way to reach the café place he had in mind. "I forgot to tell you where we're going. There's a good café called Mocha Dreams, it should take us only a few minutes to get there from here."

"Nice name," Sasaki remarked with a nod. The name gave him the impression of somewhere relaxed and peaceful, like any good cafe ought to be. It wasn't a name that brought terror and foreboding into his heart, at least. The giant figured for what he was going for, it should do nicely. "Let's get going then, ne?" he suggested, gesturing out at the Academy City skyline, "Lead the way." The young magician took his senpai by the hand and pressed onwards, like a child leading his parent. Or a girlfriend leading her boyfriend.

Someone was probably having a fun time with that thought.

Not long afterwards, weaving through backalleys and sidestreets to streamline their travel, the pair made it to a rather stereotypically cafe-like building with sign labeling it as 'Mocha Dreams'. Sasaki held open the door for the younger of the pair before entering himself, noting the presence of a certain violinist but not remarking on it. Deciding upon a two-person seat closer to the windows, the two young men waited for someone to take their order...

A Certain Chaotic Academy

Iz k nao gaiz.

KHR! | The Enduring Flame

If he goes with chains, he could get lessons from his senpais with flexible weapons o3o

Greaves might be fun. Like gauntlets but with more kicking. Although you can't really do the cool poses with them.

Hmm... You could go with a full body suit of armor. I would suggest a sword but we have so many swords @.@

Shield maybe? Luca becomes Captain Vongola?

KHR! | The Enduring Flame

Collab Post between Demon Shinobi and I

Pre Festival Time Skip
With everything having been more or less settled between Asuka, Yuki and Luca all that was left was to take Yuki up on her advice and head home to change. Asuka did this with not real trouble. She didn't have much of anything to do that would hold her back and could handle things rather quickly. She bathed, had a small bite to eat and dressed herself in her Yukata. It was long, elegant. She tightened it just right and did her hair. She was ready. She wasn't really one for make-up either which helped a good deal.

"I suppose now is as good a time as any to be going." She smiled before leaving. She locked up her home and was one her way.

---

"Yup, I'll see you around, Aloise-chan," the Korean repeated, measured steps driving him towards his own destination for the sake of preparating for the festivities later that night. The eagle-eyed bowman took note of the underclassman's slight facial twitching and filed that away for later use. The two speakers were so reasonably far away that the girl might have thought he couldn't see her suppressing her cheeky little grin or the subtleties of her body language, but before Hideaki was a skilled archer, he was a skilled actor. A liar. A fake. His life had been built on recognizing and replicating the ways of others. Admittedly, he should have noticed the signs sooner. That's what he got for remaining compliant, he supposed. Nevertheless, in spite of the glasses on his face, the archer's sight was unmatched. Not all glasses were made for fixing eyesight, after all, and nothing escaped the eyes of Minase Hideaki. The archer rubbed the back of his head lazily as he walked towards his home.

'Ara... Looks like I've met another troublesome woman... Just my luck,' he thought dryly.

---

Shortly Before the Summer Festival
Namimori seemed so much more wonderful during a night like this. A night where everyone was coming out. It was fairly early. Of course it had to be. She secured a location and began setting up the booth alone. She only needed the others to help with keeping up with orders and making sure ample profits were earned.

Hideaki walked to the site of the festival, far earlier than most. Everyone was still preparing their booths for the festival that was to occur soon, as would his objective be doing. It didn't take too long to find the student council president and the shitty excuse for booth that she was trying to put up on her own. If there was a downside to having eyes like his, it was that noticing the very irksomely incongruous details, like a painting being slightly crooked or tiny splatter dots on what would have been a lovely painting. But that was just a digression. It wasn't a surprise to find Asuka in one of the most advantageous spots in the area, what with her being a opportunistic scavenger and all. He approached the student council president, politely waving at the other people assembling their own booths as he passed them by.

"Hm? I certainly wasn't expecting to see you here." Asuka said calmly with a small smirk as she continued working. It was Hideaki. She could just sort of tell. Most likely thanks to her father's teachings.

"What of it, fox?" the archer asked bluntly with any pretense of the 'nice guy Hideaki' that had interacted with Akane completely thrown out the window, "Am I not allowed to help someone as pathetic as you? Or are you going to be the cool guy and say that you don't need my help to protect your pitiful semblance of pride? Let's not pretend here, Asuka. You aren't going to make it by the festival at this rate." The ever-popular, ever-two-faced captain of the Archery Club was clad in a very plain yukata as was custom, nothing but solid olive green robe adorning his body and maroon obi around his waist. He inelegantly tossed his kinchaku to the side and roughly kicked off his geta, getting down on his own patch of booth and getting to work without a word. Of course, his true intent for going on this venture was unspoken, but knowing him, Asuka could probably tell what it was.

Asuka chuckled slightly hearing Hideaki. "There is no shame in asking for help." She said calmly. "Of course, my pride would surely take a blow after being called pathetic by a perverted cowardly archer such as yourself." She smiled at him, though it wasn't the usual warm, peaceful smile she usually gave. It was cold, fierce. "Still with you here it'll make things progress more quickly. Though I do hope you don't corrupt me or the two who'll be coming to help me. It'd be such a shame to see anybody become even the least bit close to someone as disgusting as yourself." She could gauge his motives. But she wouldn't bring it up. The help, even from him was useful. Geez, why was he so bent on insulting her. Ever since they were young. But now wasn't the time to fight. The festival and making sure all went well and smoothly was more important. Which would surely be the outcome. The booth was almost set. It would be complete soon.

"Pfft. Me? Perverted?" the blue-haired young man scoffed, hauling some boxes of materials to where they'd be useful. "It seems someone is being a hypocrite here," he sneered, placing the box down and getting to work setting up the front of the booth. "I wouldn't be worried about me corrupting any young minds tonight with my disgusting personage, my lewd class president," he teased, a malicious-yet-completely-genuine grin on the archer's face. It was almost therapeutic being able to mouth off to his heart's content, and Hideaki savoured every second of it. None of that 'conceal, don't feel' bullshit he had to do almost 24/7. He picked up a box labelled 'secret ingredient' containing a quantity of undefined substance within it. "...What is this shit anyway...?" he mused, setting it with the rest of the rice ball and chocolate banana ingredients. Though they threw out such venomous words to each other, the booth was coming along very nicely. Asuka's unrelenting work ethic combined with Hideaki's downright ruthless nitpicking created a very efficient, effective environment, with each member of the work force trying to one-up the other and make sure there were no weaknesses in their construction. In the end, the... 'healthy competition' between the two culminated in a very professional-looking, organized food booth.

"That ended surprisingly well," Hideaki remarked, wiping the sweat from his brow before crossing his arms triumphantly. "No thanks to you, of course," he quipped, "Did you see how crooked your placement was?"

"Hypocrite? Ha~" Asuka laughed a bit. "I am honest with my myself and show my true self to the students or friends when appropriate. But I never allow it to get in the way of completing my duties. The students know who I am, and I they." She scoffed. Of course, her little eroge collection at home was still kept secret from EVERYBODY. And it would remain that way. "Unlike a certain four eyed insect." She smirked as she took a breath looking over their work once it was complete. "And to think. Somebody like you is the admired among the student body. If anybody knew your true nature... Well... I suppose it's better this way. A snake is always best kept hidden, less it corrupt the rest of it's surroundings." She smiled before beginning to set up the rest of the ingredients. "Though I guess I should thank you. Your idiotic perfectionist OCD did come in handy this time around." She glanced at him momentarily. The chocolate was ready. There were some bananas cooling to be ready for the for the customers. Next she could begin preparing a few riceballs. "If setting up was as far as your commitment goes you can leave. I wouldn't want you driving customers away with that attitude. Unless you'll be playing polite around even me to keep our patronage. Oh lets not forget my coming help." She smirked. Could Hideaki keep up the act? With the bananas near completion, they could always make more as they sold. Now she was making some rice balls. It was necessary after all. Wouldn't wanna only be able to sell half of their product.

"Yes, because I haven't been playing nice since pre-school," Hideaki deadpanned, "It must just be my magnetic personality, charming good looks, and appreciation for others that keeps everything running smoothly." He shrugged exaggeratedly. "I just can't tell," he said straight-faced before breaking out into a light-hearted laugh. He waved off the student council president's insults like they were nothing. Which, to be completely honest, they were. Hideaki was a two-faced bastard, but he was a two-faced bastard who could admit he was a two-faced bastard. No use denying such a thing in front of someone who knew.

"But obviously I'm going to keep helping," he answered resolutely, "You of all people should know me better than that." As Asuka began preparing the bananas, Hideaki washed his hands off to prepare for work. "If you want something done right, you see it through to the end," he stated sagely, rhetorically wondering, "I wonder who I paraphrased that from," as he did so. "But to think that I'd forget something so important," he bemoaned overdramatically as he seized the necessary materials for the riceballs and began working on their own.

"It's a pleasure working with you, Argento-san."

And Thus, The Summer Festival Begins

W&T FT Zero~

I'm here, as mentioned in the chat.

A Certain Chaotic Academy

Edit:@Masaki Haruna Why do you want my character to die? I just looked up the thing for Vampires in the To Aru universe and the first thing that came to my mind upon reading the limited information is 'Akira is going to be fucked if they turn out to actually be vampires'. Your sadism knows no bounds.

@Raijinslayer

Don't worry Raijin, I will be backing you up!

...As Sunye.

But it's okay! Because I'm sure Haruna will scale them down somehow!