HereComesTheSnow

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

What'd you say motherfucker

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Your expression hardens, becoming as the mountain in it's stoniness. Working your vocal chords masterfully, you drop your spoken tone a full octave and add some resonance to it for effect.

"Right." you rumble from on high, gazing imperiously down at the girl. "But only if you promise to not tell a soul we were up here too. You can do that, can't you?"

An awkward silence passes between the three of you, before your bro, ever the champion of females in distress, shatters it and the illusion you were creating.

"Come on, man, quit messing with her."

"Oh fiiiiiine." is your insolent response, before the smile returns as if it never left. "I can't help it, Senhime's too adorable to not mess with a little! You saw how she lit up like a neon sign, right?"

"W-well yeah, but..."

Oho? Were you sensing a chink in the armor?

He clears his throat, and appears to compose himself. "Be that as it may—"

"That's an admission of agreeing with me!"

Now his is the hard expression."Don't make me punch you."

"Hehe."

He raises his fist as a warning. You reason it's more for Senhime's sake than yours, since you typically skipped straight to comical brawls when it was just the two of you involved. In a rare moment of following a decision path known as "wise", you heed it.

Probably for her sake too. You could take him if you wanted. 49:50, after all...

"Well, you said it, Senhime-chan! Best get moving!" you crow merrily, jaunting up the stairs and taking the lead.

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alright gang set up the net we're gonna haruhi suzumiya this bitch

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If you guys have any enquiries, I'm always open.

@Crimmy

so santa's real right

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"What a ~coincidence~!" you trill in a delighted half-singsong tone, clapping your best buddy on the back even as he rises from a polite bow of his own. "We were headed that way too!"

This prompts a blink from Takauji, who turns his head to look at you funny. "Were we? I thought you were just bolting wherever..."

"Where's a dude to take a brother in need if not a safe location, my man?" you counter, folding your arms and adjusting your shades the infinitesimal amount to make them gleam in the overhead lights all cool-like. "Either of our houses'd be too obvious a hidey-hole, anyway."

The lone heir to the Aragaki name (one cousin aside) frowns. "And the roof isn't? Either way, I think we've more than evaded anyone who'd be 'chasing after me' if we can stop and talk like this."

His fingerquotes serve to belittle your concerns somewhat, but it's no skin off your back. Takauji Aragaki was living proof that a black hole could be placed upon the earth's surface without anything bad happening, and you weren't talking about his ability to pack away food or his attraction field for what you guessed would soon be a stupid number of girls in his class.

Nah, your Bro, whatever gods above may there be bless him, was the densest son-of-a-bitch you knew by a country mile. It was part of why he hated your Casanova jokes so much— they made no sense to the poor bastard.

In summation, he was living proof that the Large Hadron Collider would not, in fact, destroy the world any time soon.

"Nah, dude! Nobody ever thinks to look up, right? Same principle, man! It's like most of the girlies in the school, present company excluded of course, don't even know the roof exists! It's a perfect chill-out spot!"

Your reassurance is met with mixed emotions culminating in a shrug.

"If you say so, I guess. But hey, isn't Senhime-san going up there too? We shouldn't bother her, man."

That was a fair point your hedgehog-headed pugilist friend made, but...

"We can chill quietly. That'd work, right, Senhime-chan?"

You meet her with your winningest smile, despite it reminding most people of Bruce from Finding Nemo.

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Could just be being born early in the year, too.

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Tomoda would make for a terrible yet fantastic senpai

but he's the same age as everyone else

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Best way to do it tbh

makes things organic

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"Wha? Who's that?" Bro asks, craning his neck to look past both his shoulder and your arm to locate the source of the very distressed voice hew'd felt you run into.

You smirk, hoisting him up to his feet and unhanding him with a sly "Easy, Casanova."

He glares at you, still sore about the girl problems he has already. You can't blame him, but he'd handle your banter just fine in the end. Instead of concerning yourself with that, you raise a hand in greeting as the shrinkingest of your class's violets apologizes about a million times more than necessary.

"Yo, Senhime-chan! I was just rescuing my buddy Takauji here from getting caught between a rock and a soft place, what's up?"

Do you talk to her often?

No

Do you talk to her like you talk to her often?

A little bit

"Er, hi, I'm Takauji Aragaki. Sorry for any trouble he's caused you and the rest of your class." your buddy says, introducing himself with a polite bow.

You affect an air of betrayal, gasping for dramatic effect and holding a hand to your razor-sharp mouth.

To his credit, he ignores your fooling around politely.

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

"Takauji needs to come over and study with me, if he wants to actually learn something!"

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

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

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

"K-Kanami, Kaede... let's just calm down, okay?"

And not just because of the vibrant orange shades you love to wear.

Your name is Tomoda Nakamichi, or sometimes "Aloha-kun", 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 Kanami Ippotsuko, 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— Kaede Inoue, 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 tsun were many from her, whenever your buddy Takauji unearthed her inner dere, 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. Takauji Aragaki, 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]

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

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.

"Yyyyyyoink!"

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.

"You're a lifesaver, man..." 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.

"Different class or not, I've always got your back, brother."

Hopefully you'd get to the roof unmolested today.