ExplloHayato let Aoi take hold of the compress, watching with mild amusement at her application process. She took off her glasses as she slowly receded back into her sleeping position, and the silver haired boy couldn't help but admire how her eyes looked much bigger with them off. At the sound of the chair creaking, Hayato turned to Nanase-san and put a finger to his lips, urging her to be quiet, the nurse replying with a roll of her eyes before looking through her paper covered desk once more.
"Hey," the small voice cut in the silence, catching Hayato's attention. He turned from making faces to the unamused staff member back to Aoi, tilting his head as he hummed in a questioning tone. "You do seem pretty idiotic," continued the girl, bits of black hair sticking to her slightly sweaty face, "How the hell did you do so well on the exams?" At this, Hayato couldn't help but grin like the idiot he was, scratching his cheek as he thought about it. He wasn't a complete idiot, he knew that what he had wasn't a normal thing, but at the same time, he really liked getting on Aoi's nerves.
"Mm, I'm just smart like that, I guess?" he replied in a low whisper, careful not to speak too loudly in case the noise hurt the president's head. Apparently it wasn't low enough, because from behind him the nurse snorted in disbelief. Grinning sheepishly, Hayato continued, "Kidding, kidding~. I just have a good memory is all, heheh." Which was pretty true, considering his good memory came along with his IQ of 185. But as much as Hayato liked to tease this sour faced student prez, he still lived by the policy of being humble. That, and he didn't wanna hurt Aoi's feelings somehow by saying too much about studies and boring dumb book stuff.
"And you?" he asked, changing the subject, mimicking Aoi's tone as he continued, "You seem pretty smart. How the hell did you get so hurt?"
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Hayato groaned at the sound of nearby stomping, his eyes slowly fluttering open. That nap had seemed like forever, no matter how short, and he was feeling well refreshed. Now, if only he could get back to sleeping... his head perked sideways, however, at the sound of the clattering chair and high heels rushing hurriedly. Groggily, Hayato pulled himself up, wondering what the commotion was, yawning as he lightly pulled at the curtains, catching just in time the black hair that billowed weakly as the girl pulled herself up from gravity, muttering assurance. "I'm fine," she said, contradicting the breathy weakness in her voice, "I'm fine."
"Clearly you're not," Hayato said, having picked himself up and making his way towards the girl, just as the nurse straightened herself out too. "Nanase-san," he called to the teacher as, with swift gentleness he wrapped an arm around the weak girl's retreating figure, easily carrying her up and sauntering over to the bed he'd left as disheveled as his uniform, resting her on it gently, "Can you make sure your patients actually get their proper rest? Honestly." The silver haired transfer student pouted, as though a child playing house and pretending to be the scolding mother.
"Haha, Hayato, you're not too careful yourself," smiled the nurse as she made her way to the cabinets, looking for a cold patch to rest over that awful looking bump on Aoi's forehead, "You don't just carry hurt people around like that all willy nilly."
Wait, hurt? Oh, right. Right. That's probably why she came into the nurse's. Turning to the president he'd seated on the bed, he instantly got on his knees so that it was him looking up and her looking down. That way, she wouldn't have to excert too much effort. Besides, youch. Look at that forehead. "Woah, what happened there?" he asked, almost reaching for it before remembering why he'd gotten on his knees. Straightening himself he offered a quick apologetic nod of the head before saying, "Kiriyama Aoi I apologize for my insolence. Feel free to punish me as you see fit!... Or you know. Just smack me on the cheek. That's fine, too."
He lent her his left cheek, puffing air into it so it was larger, but instead of Aoi's hand- whose name he found out after finally deciding to visit that list of test scores in the middle of his skipping- Nanase-san's hand struck him from the back of his head instead. "How bout instead of screaming, you actually do something useful?" she sighed, giving him the compress, before turning to the student council president and offering an apologetic smile that seemed to say 'I'm-so-sorry-for-this-idiot'.
"Ah, right," Hayato grabbed at the cold press, slowly peeling at it, dropping the peel onto his lap. Holding the edges gingerly, he ushered with a nod for Aoi to come forward, asking, "Do you mind if I...?" Wondering if it was okay for him to press it onto her or if she'd rather do it herself.
After all, in his two meetings of Aoi, he'd learned she was quite the prideful person.
"Clearly you're not," Hayato said, having picked himself up and making his way towards the girl, just as the nurse straightened herself out too. "Nanase-san," he called to the teacher as, with swift gentleness he wrapped an arm around the weak girl's retreating figure, easily carrying her up and sauntering over to the bed he'd left as disheveled as his uniform, resting her on it gently, "Can you make sure your patients actually get their proper rest? Honestly." The silver haired transfer student pouted, as though a child playing house and pretending to be the scolding mother.
"Haha, Hayato, you're not too careful yourself," smiled the nurse as she made her way to the cabinets, looking for a cold patch to rest over that awful looking bump on Aoi's forehead, "You don't just carry hurt people around like that all willy nilly."
Wait, hurt? Oh, right. Right. That's probably why she came into the nurse's. Turning to the president he'd seated on the bed, he instantly got on his knees so that it was him looking up and her looking down. That way, she wouldn't have to excert too much effort. Besides, youch. Look at that forehead. "Woah, what happened there?" he asked, almost reaching for it before remembering why he'd gotten on his knees. Straightening himself he offered a quick apologetic nod of the head before saying, "Kiriyama Aoi I apologize for my insolence. Feel free to punish me as you see fit!... Or you know. Just smack me on the cheek. That's fine, too."
He lent her his left cheek, puffing air into it so it was larger, but instead of Aoi's hand- whose name he found out after finally deciding to visit that list of test scores in the middle of his skipping- Nanase-san's hand struck him from the back of his head instead. "How bout instead of screaming, you actually do something useful?" she sighed, giving him the compress, before turning to the student council president and offering an apologetic smile that seemed to say 'I'm-so-sorry-for-this-idiot'.
"Ah, right," Hayato grabbed at the cold press, slowly peeling at it, dropping the peel onto his lap. Holding the edges gingerly, he ushered with a nod for Aoi to come forward, asking, "Do you mind if I...?" Wondering if it was okay for him to press it onto her or if she'd rather do it herself.
After all, in his two meetings of Aoi, he'd learned she was quite the prideful person.
|Sophomore|Fifteen|Terrified, Innocent, and only here because her papa’s in jail|Daughter of Russian mob boss
“Oh my goodness… there’s a boy with his… you know… out.”
KITA KAMENSKY
|Senior|Eighteen|Neil’s BFF| DOUCHE JOCK DOUCHE
“I’M GONNA KICK THE FUCKIN’ SHIT OUTTA YOU!”
JULIA “JULIA” JULIES
|yup|yup
“yupyupyup.”
ADAM DOGWOOD
| LOVER OF SCIENCE|XENOPHOBIC|TERRIBLE|SCIENCE TEACHER
“hahahaaaahaaaahhhh”
|Junior|Seventeen|Sarcastic Gay
"Good lord, people. It's not that hard to throw the condom away after using it."
TINA RYBAKOV
|Sophomore|Sixteen|Laid-Back Hippy|Isn't wearing whatever the fuck she's wearing in her ref pic she's wearing a long skirt and a punk shirt jaja
"So many babes in this school and I'm just here wearing my 'Who farted?' shirt."
NEIL RYBAKOV
|Senior|Nineteen|Tough jock|Huge Dick (and has one, too!)
"Fuckin' nerds, every one of them."
MIMI “FUCK YOU IN THE FACE” MICHIYO
|Senior|Eighteen|Gangsta girl|California Bitch Baby
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“Maaaaaaaaaaaan this place is fuckin’ lame. Saw some bitch in the bathroom givin’ head turned around and some guy offered me dope. I gave him head. Haha, maaan. Everyone’s givin’ head.”
EMILY “ARACHNE” ROSENBURG
|Sophomore|Fifteen|Punk|Gender Fluid|P. nice actually
“What.”
Lillian "Lilly" White
||Junior||Sixteen||Clearly Doesn't Belong||Scarred in Body and Soul||
"Now, hairstyles don't define shit about you. But to strangers... first impressions are ever'thin'."
Hardison Craig
||Senior||Eighteen||Surprisingly Studious||Well-Known Fucker||
"Now, we don't just do this for free, you know."
"You gotta pay up before either of us go down."
Oliver and Red Stinger
||Juniors||Sixteen||Certified Broads||Fucking Their Way To Graduation||
T E A C H E R
"Now, my belief is: if you don't get caught, you ain't in trouble."
Argo Ferarro
||Staff||Twenty-six||Hot Bisexual PE Teacher||Well-known Student Fucker||
Parker Heat
||Junior||Seventeen||Crippled in Both Body and Mind||Gentle Schizophrenic||
"You get a bit used to being tossed around; you eventually start not giving a fuck."
Teddy Rider
||Senior||Eighteen||Short in Temper and Height||Likes Blunt Weapons||And Dicks||
"Man, some messed up shit goin on 'ere, wankers tryna suck dick on one end and then shoutin' 'SUCK DICK' on the other."
Jeanette "Jinky" Houston
||Sophomore||Seventeen||Certified Broad||Double D Knockers||
"Today's weather will be good, I know so; my tummy said so~"
Akira Lee
||Senior||Nineteen||Asian Molested by Lady Luck||Held Back Thrice||
"Skipping again?"
Hayato's head rose, his bangs falling over his eyes as he did so. Before him stood a gentle faced red head who offered him his bag. "Ah," noted the transfer as he rose, patting dirt off of himself- he'd spent his skipped time plucking at weeds at first, it developing slowly into digging holes- "Thanks."
"No problem," smiled Hitomi Yoda, Hayato's senior and benevolent housemate. They were 'cousins', in the loosest form of the word, what with family issues here and there. Nevertheless, they were as close as non-blood related cousins got. "I went to check up on your class, but surprise surprise- you weren't there."
"I wasn't skipping-"
"I know you've got your issues, but at least try to stay in the building?"
"-I was on school grounds technically, so."
The red head laughed, patting Hayato's arm as the silver haired teen was already much too tall for head petting. "Hey, I've got club after school," commented Hitomi, changing the subject, "So you can head home first."
"Ah, no, I'll stay and wait for you," said the younger student as he took hold of his back and slung it over his shoulder, following Hitomi towards the dojo. "Your dad would give me hell if I went home without you."
"I doubt you would've gone straight home anyways," grinned the gentle kendo captain, "But practice'll only last an hour or so. Just wait by the gates for me, if you want? Do you have the keys to the house yet?"
"Uhm," paused the silver haired student as he patted himself down, the two stopping short of the practice building, shouts escaping through the open doors. "No. But if I leave I'll just text you, so..."
"Alright then," smiled the older student, reaching up and patting Hayato on the head, height or otherwise, "Don't get too crazy on me, now."
"Too crazy my ass," sighed Hayato as he walked into the school building. Ironic as it may be, the times he spent in school were usually /after/ school was out. Sometimes to frequent the library, other times to frequent a certain nurse's skirt. "Everything's always too crazy for that Hitachiin," Hayato pouted childishly, kicking pretend rocks off of the school's tile floors, making his way past a group of three identical looking kids.
Although he very obviously moved aside for them, he still somehow managed to brush against one of their elbows. And the following outcome was both surprisingly threatening and borderline hilarious. "Hey-" they shouted in unison before going down the line and exclaiming: "Watch-" "-your-" "-self!" Naturally, Hayato managed a cheerful small laugh before apologizing, "Sorry, I really was trying to~ Nice chains~" He threw the trio finger guns, both to be dorky and both to point at the glittering paraphernalia carved in the trios' ears. He finger gunned his way out of there, backpeddaling till he reached the nurses' office, opening it and shutting with a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
"Hey," said a mildly surprised nurse, her light brown hair curling over her face, her wheeled chair by the window causing the sunlight from outdoors to wrap her in a halo. Breathlessly, Hayato smiled, replying, "Hey. I'm. I'm just gonna take a nap."
Hayato's head rose, his bangs falling over his eyes as he did so. Before him stood a gentle faced red head who offered him his bag. "Ah," noted the transfer as he rose, patting dirt off of himself- he'd spent his skipped time plucking at weeds at first, it developing slowly into digging holes- "Thanks."
"No problem," smiled Hitomi Yoda, Hayato's senior and benevolent housemate. They were 'cousins', in the loosest form of the word, what with family issues here and there. Nevertheless, they were as close as non-blood related cousins got. "I went to check up on your class, but surprise surprise- you weren't there."
"I wasn't skipping-"
"I know you've got your issues, but at least try to stay in the building?"
"-I was on school grounds technically, so."
The red head laughed, patting Hayato's arm as the silver haired teen was already much too tall for head petting. "Hey, I've got club after school," commented Hitomi, changing the subject, "So you can head home first."
"Ah, no, I'll stay and wait for you," said the younger student as he took hold of his back and slung it over his shoulder, following Hitomi towards the dojo. "Your dad would give me hell if I went home without you."
"I doubt you would've gone straight home anyways," grinned the gentle kendo captain, "But practice'll only last an hour or so. Just wait by the gates for me, if you want? Do you have the keys to the house yet?"
"Uhm," paused the silver haired student as he patted himself down, the two stopping short of the practice building, shouts escaping through the open doors. "No. But if I leave I'll just text you, so..."
"Alright then," smiled the older student, reaching up and patting Hayato on the head, height or otherwise, "Don't get too crazy on me, now."
"Too crazy my ass," sighed Hayato as he walked into the school building. Ironic as it may be, the times he spent in school were usually /after/ school was out. Sometimes to frequent the library, other times to frequent a certain nurse's skirt. "Everything's always too crazy for that Hitachiin," Hayato pouted childishly, kicking pretend rocks off of the school's tile floors, making his way past a group of three identical looking kids.
Although he very obviously moved aside for them, he still somehow managed to brush against one of their elbows. And the following outcome was both surprisingly threatening and borderline hilarious. "Hey-" they shouted in unison before going down the line and exclaiming: "Watch-" "-your-" "-self!" Naturally, Hayato managed a cheerful small laugh before apologizing, "Sorry, I really was trying to~ Nice chains~" He threw the trio finger guns, both to be dorky and both to point at the glittering paraphernalia carved in the trios' ears. He finger gunned his way out of there, backpeddaling till he reached the nurses' office, opening it and shutting with a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
"Hey," said a mildly surprised nurse, her light brown hair curling over her face, her wheeled chair by the window causing the sunlight from outdoors to wrap her in a halo. Breathlessly, Hayato smiled, replying, "Hey. I'm. I'm just gonna take a nap."
As the bell echoed in the crisp morning air, all Hayato could manage was a blink. Well. "Uhm, alright," he said to no one as he sipped at his drink, the straw hitting the side of his lip as he fumbled to aim for his mouth. That was... that... A loud laugh ended up escaping the silver haired teen's lips as he walked towards the slightly damaged carton of milk, picking it up as his long legs wandered back into the school. What was that? He didn't know, oh geez, that was an experience- "Haha," he giggled to himself as he made his way into the building, heading up the steps, his slow lumbering causing students to run around him like a river flowing around a rock. Except you know, rocks don't typically move. As he headed to his class, he passed by a B-3 and, with the corner of his eye, caught sight of familiar straight black locks.
"Ano, excuse me," he said to a girl who was about to enter the classroom. He pointed at the black haired stranger who's back was currently facing him, "Can you deliver something for me?"
A girl trembled as she made her way to Aoi's desk, a damaged strawberry milk in hand. Resting it lightly on the smartest kid in school's desk, she instantly apologized- "Sorry, someone said to give this to you! Uhm, yeah, okay-" before bowing in apology again and heading back to her own seat, talking in hushed relief with nearby seatmates. The carton was the same one that the number one- or rather, ex-number one - had tossed earlier, only this time, had something sloppily scribbled along the open spaces:
"Milk helps with studies! ^ 0 ^"
"So do smiles!!<3<3"
For the first time that week, Hayato managed to enter his class barely on time. Usually he'd be late, but when he arrived, he arrived with a handful of others, so it couldn't have been that bad. "Oi, Akashi, clear out your desk," scolded the teacher as the transfer tried sneaking his way past, Hayato merely nodding and offering a weak salute in reply. "Aye, aye," he replied in an accented English as he made his way to the desk which, noticeably, had less bread than he'd left earlier. He opened one and stuffed it in his mouth before shoving the rest into his bag, taking his seat behind a pink haired girl. Jam dirtied the edges of his lips as he tried to scarf down the meal in silence, the classroom's mutterings slowly dying down as classes started to resume.
"Ano, excuse me," he said to a girl who was about to enter the classroom. He pointed at the black haired stranger who's back was currently facing him, "Can you deliver something for me?"
A girl trembled as she made her way to Aoi's desk, a damaged strawberry milk in hand. Resting it lightly on the smartest kid in school's desk, she instantly apologized- "Sorry, someone said to give this to you! Uhm, yeah, okay-" before bowing in apology again and heading back to her own seat, talking in hushed relief with nearby seatmates. The carton was the same one that the number one- or rather, ex-number one - had tossed earlier, only this time, had something sloppily scribbled along the open spaces:
"Milk helps with studies! ^ 0 ^"
"So do smiles!!<3<3"
For the first time that week, Hayato managed to enter his class barely on time. Usually he'd be late, but when he arrived, he arrived with a handful of others, so it couldn't have been that bad. "Oi, Akashi, clear out your desk," scolded the teacher as the transfer tried sneaking his way past, Hayato merely nodding and offering a weak salute in reply. "Aye, aye," he replied in an accented English as he made his way to the desk which, noticeably, had less bread than he'd left earlier. He opened one and stuffed it in his mouth before shoving the rest into his bag, taking his seat behind a pink haired girl. Jam dirtied the edges of his lips as he tried to scarf down the meal in silence, the classroom's mutterings slowly dying down as classes started to resume.
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