Makoto: Um Sensei… I think you have the book upside down.
Mr. Chapman: ………………….. Oh. Well that makes sense. Thank you Mr. Fujioka e_e’
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Tag: Makoto
Shipping Headcanons for Defense Club
AmiXKaede– kind of my OTP right now, tbh. Their relationship breaks a lot of customs for manga relationships: for one thing the two rescue scenes churning in my head for later in time.
IkuoXMakoto– Because I do a little. Icky, for me, could actually pair with any of the characters, to different degrees. I don’t have an OTP for him r/n but this is cute in my mind.
JikkiXMakoto- because, as I said in another post, Ji gets a bit of a crush on him. This realtionship would be super awkward though, since Viva has mentioned seeing Makoto as gay where Ji is heterosexual but trans.Still, if character developement were to work out, they seem like they might be p cute.
JikkiXIkuo- Because he is a big strong man and basically Jikki’s type. They’re really good friends and part of a band, so Icky gets to see another side of Ji that even Kaede rarely sees. I like them as friends more so, tbh.
KaedeXMakoto– mainly I see them as friends. I don’t think they would make a great romantic pair, personally, but I do think they care for each other.
AmiXMakoto- another friend thing, though Ami probably intimidates Makoto a lot based on how loud he is. I don’t see them meshing romantically thus far.
I will update if more characters get tossed into the mix.
(Yelling at muse starter: take this however you’d like :). Sorry for cursing, btw- Stick.) “For fuck’s sake Fujioka!” Ikuo turned to face Makoto after dragging him a block away from the scene of the disaster, “How many times do I have to tell you you aren’t ready to heroically jump to the rescue before you will fucking listen to me? They would have broken every bone in your body, at best!”
(Oh Ikuo! I love you already XD )“But I couldn’t wait!” Makoto retorted timidly. “By the time you would have gotten there, they would’ve done…things to that girl! I couldn’t stand there and watch. Besides…” Makoto stuttered, looking away at his more experienced street-fighting peer. “I didn’t even fight them. I-I led them to the police station, where they kind of…you know, landed a few punches here and there…?”
“Oh, I see. Yes that certainly makes it better. Oh hello big scary men I am a little rabbit won’t you come and beat the shit out of me? Yes of course. Using yourself as bait WITH NO BACKUP is so much smarter than fighting them outright. What did you do, throw an egg to get their attention? This isn’t the movies Fujioka! I don’t care how fucking fast you can fucking run, a car will always be fucking faster!”
He ran out of breath and heaved silently for a moment, face flushed and knuckles white from clenching.
Normally, he’d back down, apologizing for his rashness, but this time, Makoto refused to. He knew exactly how it felt to be in the victim’s place. Plus…for once, his ‘running’ skills actually helped someone, for once. “It wasn’t even that far away! And apparently, according to you, I don’t even have a brain- I kept away from the edge of the sidewalk just so they wouldn’t be able to grab me! What would you have done? Watch, wait for the police, and let them grab at her like some toy?”
Ikuo was taken a back, but his surprise froze as anger and hurt at the rebuke. He stared into Makoto’s eyes for a good minute before answering.
"No. I would go for the jugular.”
He whipped around and took off at a brisk limp. Only four against one in his rescue and one of the asses had still managed to pistol whip his shin hard enough to affect his gait. Ikuo cursed his failing, stopped, and tore a strip from the bottom of his shirt. He thrust the rag behind him for Makoto to take.
“Press this against your forehead. It’s bleeding.”
He blinked, not expecting Ikuo to actually relent like that. At the same time, it didn’t mean his anger had exactly faded. He caught the rag just as Ikuo let go of it. “Thank you…” Anger should never get in the way of manners.
As he pressed the rag against his forehead, he winced- it stung. He didn’t miss Ikuo stumble either. Hopping off other bench they had escaped to, Makoto caught up with Ikuo, forcing the boy to put his arm around Makoto’s neck.
“Lean on me.” Makoto murmured impassively. “It’ll be easier that way; we should probably get back to the school…”
Ikuo shook his head and gently removed Makoto’s arm.
“No, you go on ahead. If you see anything that needs fixing, for the love of God, call Ami. I have to go finish what I was in the middle of earlier.”
He forced his face to remain stony and cursed himself for not being as stoic as Makoto. Sure, he was always cast as the level headed guy, but he’d lost it. Blown it. If Fujioka hated him, maybe the kid would finally start looking out for his own safety, even if it was out of spite.
RP Starter
The blonde boy received the book back from Makoto and tucked it under his arm. He also turned back to the girl and pushed the red head aside after he helped her to her feet. Before she could react, the boy had seized her arm again and, with a sickening ‘pop’ snapped it back into place. He took off up the stairs then paused and turned to Makoto.
“Thanks.” He grunted, then disappeared behind the corner.
The girl had not gotten the chance to answer Makoto, and, after her arm was un-dislocated, whipped her head back in the sudden surge of pain it brought. As she did, her entire head of black hair came loose and fell into Makoto’s hands.
“Oh. Oops,” her voice suddenly dropped a few octaves, “ I’m Mori, Ami. Nice to meet you!”
The shove didn’t bother him; Makoto was more that used to that kind of treatment. Years and years of bullying did that to him. But if that didn’t make him cringe, then the boy relocating the girl’s shoulder did. Makoto paled when he heard the sickening crack.
Patiently, he waited for the girl to get to her feet again, expecting a rather over-the-top response. And then that happened.
The wig landed in his hands and his brain froze. Wait…what? Not that he had a problem with wigs, but then the girl (?) spoke octaves lower and his eyes bulged in alarm.
“Uh…hi.” He started off, disoriented, “Nice to meet you, M-Mori-san…I’m Makoto…Fujioka…uh…” He glanced down at the wig and then at Kaede, bewildered. “Are you a…crossdresser…?”
Ami’s eyebrows jumped into his wet bangs and he threw his head back laughing.
“Haha! Aw man, your face!! you hah Ahee-youch! Wha wazzat for?!”Kaede had flicked him in the forehead: right in the middle. She faced him down, with her nose nearly touching his
“All things considered, it was a perfectly valid question. So quit laughing an answer it, hm?”
He stepped back and rubbed his forehead, pouting, “Geez. No, not normally,” he brightened, turning to Makoto, “Why, are you?”
Flinching from the sudden noise that came from Ami, Makoto couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved that Ami had come to his defense. He shook his head. “No…well-my mom used to dress me up as one when I was little, but no, I really don’t. Not that that’s a bad thing really. I just don’t find it appealling myself.”
He held the wet wig (which he considered holding at an arm’s length now) out for Ami to take again. He winced when the wet tips brushed against his shoes. “Uh..was there some other reason you were then…wearing this wig?”
Ami took the wig and tucked it under his arm. “yeah, I was trying to be stealthy but I guess Icky figured it out. He probably maybe might not have popped my arm off if he thought I was a pretty girl~,”
The bell rang for the start of class.
“Crap, I’ve gotta change! See you later Fuji-kun, and thanks for coming to my defense!~” he ran off daintily, skirt fluttering.
Kaede couldn’t help watching him go. She admittedly had a thing for guys in skirts and dresses. She couldn’t help it.
“Oh yeah, we’d better get to class."
"R-Right…” Makoto trailed off, still staring apprehensively at Ami running down the hall in a skirt. Were all the people in this school like this? He really hoped not. Then suddenly, he stiffened, realizing Ami wasn’t the only one late to class.
“Wait, we’re also late then!” He spluttered and quickly, grabbed Kaede by the wrist to drag her down the hallway. “Come on, we’re gonna get in trouble if we don’t hurry!”
The two of them scurried to their homeroom and slid in just as Sensei got to Makoto’s name in the role.
“Oh, there you are Fujioka, I was wondering whether you two got lost. Just grab the seats with your name cards. Alright, Furoku, Mei?”
He continued on with role call. The desks were randomly assigned, and Makoto’s was next to that of a girl in a pale yellow hoodie. She was making faces at Kaede who only shrugged and twiddled her pencil in response.
For a second there, Makoto thought the girl in the yellow hoodie was making faces at him. Had he already done something to offend her? Catching her eye, he pointed at himself questioningly before following her gaze. To Kaede.
Ah. Well, that made sense. Flushed with embarrassment, Makoto grabbed his astronomy book out of his book to read, while Chapman-Sensei continued roll-call. Sorry, he mouthed to his desk neighbor.
She saw his silent apology and stiffened awkwardly. Not at the apology, per say, but more so at the flaming red hair stuck to his skull. She’d never seen a natural redhead before.
“Uh. It’s ok.” she squeaked and pulled the strings of her hoodie to enclose herself in a scrunched cave. Not before she sneaked a peek at his name on the desk, however. Fujioka Makoto…
Jikki tentatively mentally added him to the “cutie” section of her “guys I know” list.
Still blushing from mortification, Makoto stiffened when he realized he must’ve made the girl awkward. Good going there Makoto! And it’s only the first day of school too! Burying his head into his astronomy book, he refused to look anyone in the eye, especially the girl in the yellow hoodie. He was half attempted to ask to go to the bathroom to calm himself.
But then that would mean drawing attention to himself, which was something Makoto really didn’t want at the moment. Unfortunately, he got some anyways. “Something wrong, you two?”
Jumping out of his seat, Makoto was startled to see Chapman-Sensei smiling above him- the teacher had heard the entire exchange.
Jikki looked up at the teacher and pulled her hoodie down,straightening her hair with clunky fingers.
“Ah, no sir. Sorry,” she noticed Makoto’s book slide off the table while he wasn’t looking and land with a thud, “I’ll get it…"
Jikki scooched her chair over adn bent over to lift the heavy text. Looking away from his face, she held it out to Makoto as a peace offering.
"Here… sorry I didn’t catch it before it fell…”
“Sorry I’m late, sir!” A familiar looking boy slammed open the door and bowed exuberantly to Chapman sensei, nearly knocking off his glasses which had not been on earlier, “Mori, Ami at your service!”
On a hunch, Kaede, who had been watching Jii and Makoto interact with curiosity, glanced at the name plate for her desk partner. Mori Ami. Surprise surprise.
Are you kidding me?-Stick
Send me an “Are you kidding me?!” and I’ll generate a number for what my muse will tell yours. (This is late; I am a fail.)
7. “My great grandparents don’t know anything so shh.”
Makoto squirmed, under the other person’s incredulous look. If he weren’t already blushing as red as a tomato, he would’ve turn bright red.
“My great grandparents don’t know anything,” He repeated, desparate, “So shh.”
Ami put his hands on his friend’s shoulders and looked him straight in the eye.
“It’s okay Makoto. Everyone goes through a clown phase at some point in their lives,” he rummaged his hand in his pocket and pulled out a red rubber nose to match the one on Makoto, “See? I’ve got your back, bruh.”
Already flustered, Makoto quickly ripped the rubber nose off, resisting the urge to wave his arms around like a maniac. “T-That’s not it! That kind of came out wrong but, um-“
If he hadn’t been so unnerved now, Makoto probably would’ve grabbed Ami by the vest. Instead, Makoto pulled Ami down to his level by the ear. “I got an F on the Literature test today; ” Makoto whispered in Ami’s ear. “If my parents find out, they’re gonna kill me!”
Ami half smiled incredulously, “Seriously? For flunking a dumb test in a subject that isn’t your forte? Dude, that Aeneas stuff- nobody understands it. Oh right!”
He rummaged through his backpack before pulling out a crumpled piece of paper.
“Ta da! If your parents give you guff, just show them this and say ‘at least I’m not that guy’ haha!”
His mid progress report card showed straight Cs and Ds in all subjects but one which simply sported a red ?.
“Chapman Sensei gave me that one for physics. I think it’s ’cause I drew a comic about Isaac Newton on our last test instead of answering the open ended question. Kaede thought it was cool, though.”
RP Starter
The blonde boy received the book back from Makoto and tucked it under his arm. He also turned back to the girl and pushed the red head aside after he helped her to her feet. Before she could react, the boy had seized her arm again and, with a sickening ‘pop’ snapped it back into place. He took off up the stairs then paused and turned to Makoto.
“Thanks.” He grunted, then disappeared behind the corner.
The girl had not gotten the chance to answer Makoto, and, after her arm was un-dislocated, whipped her head back in the sudden surge of pain it brought. As she did, her entire head of black hair came loose and fell into Makoto’s hands.
“Oh. Oops,” her voice suddenly dropped a few octaves, “ I’m Mori, Ami. Nice to meet you!”
The shove didn’t bother him; Makoto was more that used to that kind of treatment. Years and years of bullying did that to him. But if that didn’t make him cringe, then the boy relocating the girl’s shoulder did. Makoto paled when he heard the sickening crack.
Patiently, he waited for the girl to get to her feet again, expecting a rather over-the-top response. And then that happened.
The wig landed in his hands and his brain froze. Wait…what? Not that he had a problem with wigs, but then the girl (?) spoke octaves lower and his eyes bulged in alarm.
“Uh…hi.” He started off, disoriented, “Nice to meet you, M-Mori-san…I’m Makoto…Fujioka…uh…” He glanced down at the wig and then at Kaede, bewildered. “Are you a…crossdresser…?”
Ami’s eyebrows jumped into his wet bangs and he threw his head back laughing.
“Haha! Aw man, your face!! you hah Ahee-youch! Wha wazzat for?!”Kaede had flicked him in the forehead: right in the middle. She faced him down, with her nose nearly touching his
“All things considered, it was a perfectly valid question. So quit laughing an answer it, hm?”
He stepped back and rubbed his forehead, pouting, “Geez. No, not normally,” he brightened, turning to Makoto, “Why, are you?”
Flinching from the sudden noise that came from Ami, Makoto couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved that Ami had come to his defense. He shook his head. “No…well-my mom used to dress me up as one when I was little, but no, I really don’t. Not that that’s a bad thing really. I just don’t find it appealling myself.”
He held the wet wig (which he considered holding at an arm’s length now) out for Ami to take again. He winced when the wet tips brushed against his shoes. “Uh..was there some other reason you were then…wearing this wig?”
Ami took the wig and tucked it under his arm. “yeah, I was trying to be stealthy but I guess Icky figured it out. He probably maybe might not have popped my arm off if he thought I was a pretty girl~,”
The bell rang for the start of class.
“Crap, I’ve gotta change! See you later Fuji-kun, and thanks for coming to my defense!~” he ran off daintily, skirt fluttering.
Kaede couldn’t help watching him go. She admittedly had a thing for guys in skirts and dresses. She couldn’t help it.
“Oh yeah, we’d better get to class."
RP Starter
“Akiyama, Kaede. Also class 1-C. Why do you ask, sensei?”
He beamed at them and clapped his hands together, “Nice! I guess I won’t have to teach you how to work this one, then? You’d be surprised how complicated some people make stargazing. And you’re both 1-C’s too! That’s mighty convenient. My name is Mr. Chapman but you can call me Dave- oh wait. Never mind that would get us all in trouble: I guess Chapman-Sensei’s fine. What was I saying again?”
“You asked if we were-”
“Right, right sorry. I’m the newly assigned homeroom teacher for 1-C, that’s why I was interested. Speaking of which,” he looked down at his watch, “We should get to that class before I set a bad example with tardiness.”
He waved them to follow him out of the room as the five minute warning bell rang. Kaede dropped back so that Makoto could catch up and they followed him to the top of the stairs. Barely anyone was in the main hall at this point, and the upperclassmen had all dispersed to their homerooms, so the stairs were empty save the three of them. It was when Kaede and Makoto were on the third step from the top that it happened.
A crash sounded from around the corner behind them, and as Kaede turned to look, she saw a girl with long, dark hair and bright blue eyes run down the steps, bump into Makoto, and shove something (it looked like a leather bound notebook) into his hands before leaping down the steps: taking them two at a time.
Not a second after she hit the bottom landing, a messy haired blond boy skidded drom around the corner to the balcony at the top of the steps. He spotted the fleeing girl and yelled a foreign obscenity. in a single, sweeping, movement, he launched himself over the banister by using his hands as a fulcrum with which to swing the rest of his body over. He landed with less of a thud than was expected, and took off without barely any pause. In three running strides, he had caught up to the girl, and he tackled her to the ground.
Kaede cried out in shock and looked around for Mr. Chapman, but he had disappeared into his homeroom.
He stumbled back in surprise when the mysterious running girl had shoved the leather-bound journal shut into his arms. Not quite studying what the item was yet, he snapped his head back to top of the staircase where Makoto caught sight of a foreign-looking boy.
As this said boy launched himself over the banister, with wide eyes, Makoto couldn’t couldn’t take his eyes off of the boy, entranced by the boy’s gracefulness. Of course, the whole ‘wow-he’s-really-good’ moment ended in a flash once Makoto caught sight of the boy tackling the mystery girl to the ground. Wincing that how that had to hurt, Makoto forgot about getting a teacher for chasing the short distance after the chasing-running pair.
He slid to a stop at the scene of the two wrestling, the journal still nestled in his arms. “H-Hey! Stop it!” He exclaimed, panting slightly. “W-Why are you two fighting to begin with?!”
“Give it!” the Blonde growled at the girl, as soon as they went down.
He sat on her back with his legs wrapped around hers, locking them under him and pulling one of her arms back as if to break it. She whipped her head back strategically, bashing him in the nose, hard. He winced but held firm. She turned to another strategy, then.
“Aiee! Get off of me, you pervert!” She cried out in a squeaky, high pitched voice, struggling against him to no avail, “I don’t even have it anymore!”
She heard the red haired boy’s call and turned to him as much as she could, in the other’s embrace “Oh run away you dear child! Can’t you see what a terrible brute he is? Run you clever boy- yach!”
The blonde shoved the girl away from him, popping her arm out of its socket, and stood. He turned to Makoto and strode over, deliberately. Blood trickled from his nose and the area around it had purpled already on his complexion. The flourescent light seemed to turn his green eyes to steel: metallic as the rings on his right ear.
He completely ignored Kaede and instead walked up to Makoto, sretched out a hand, and spoke four, gruff, punctuated words.
“Give. Me. The. Book.”
One thing, Makoto hated about himself: he never reacted well under pressure. And when he was put under pressure, he rarely made the decisions that would most likely keep him out of trouble. The sole reason he always thought got him schoolyard bullies.
He took a step back with wide eyes and tightened his grip around the book. Bad enough the girl seemed a bit out there (not that he was any better), but the guy, though slim, was glaring at him. “Um…uh…I-I don’t know if that’s a good idea…”
“She doesn’t want you to have it, but…you might h-have a good reason for chasing her, I guess?” Timidly, he glanced up at foreign-looking student and then at Kaede behind him. Help…please? This guy’s scaring me!
Finally though, he studied the leather bound notebook, unable to withhold his curiosity. Gingerly, Makoto lifted the cover. “W-What’s so important about this book anyways?”
“Don’t!”
The blonde lunged forward to grab the book, but Kaede took hold of Makoto around the waist and lifted up and back: swinging him behind her. The attacker nearly lost his balance, but he hit the step with his palms, braced himself and steadied back to his feet. He glared at Kaede with gritted teeth.
“I don’t want to fight you, Akiyama, just give me the book and I’ll go.”
She winced in surprise; had her reputation preceeded her? So much for a blank slate.No matter, she wasn’t going to let some guy threaten her new friend.
“Nah.”
They locked eyes. His narrowed. He looked behind her at the tiny red head, rolled his shoulders and sighed.
“Look, kid. That is very personal material and I would greatly appreciate if you returned it.”
The hurt girl moaned in pain. “Owwwwwww…. my arm HURTS you meanie!”
Makoto paid no attention to the action around him as he skimmed the first couple of lines. It was probably a good thing that he was the one reading it since the first line forced him to think something along the lines of ‘wait, what?’. Any aspirations in the literature fields were down the drain for this guy.
He closed the booklet before going bright red when the guy said notebook was personal material. “O-Oh! I’m so sorry- I didn’t know.” Awkwardly, Makoto shoved the notebook back into the other guy’s hands. He turned to the young girl on the ground and helped her to her feet.
“Are you okay?” Makoto asked, frowning and concerned. “Maybe you shouldn’t have taken it from him, Miss…um… Sorry, what’s your name?”
The blonde boy received the book back from Makoto and tucked it under his arm. He also turned back to the girl and pushed the red head aside after he helped her to her feet. Before she could react, the boy had seized her arm again and, with a sickening ‘pop’ snapped it back into place. He took off up the stairs then paused and turned to Makoto.
“Thanks.” He grunted, then disappeared behind the corner.
The girl had not gotten the chance to answer Makoto, and, after her arm was un-dislocated, whipped her head back in the sudden surge of pain it brought. As she did, her entire head of black hair came loose and fell into Makoto’s hands.
“Oh. Oops,” her voice suddenly dropped a few octaves, “ I’m Mori, Ami. Nice to meet you!”
RP Starter
This is a Shojo/Shonen role-play with my friend based around a group Japanese highschool students who, under the pushing of first year Ami Mori, form a very unique school club. Their club goal? Defend the weak and give them the tools to defend themselves: both physically and psychologically. If you experience a bullying problem or suffer from the area’s thugs and yankees: give them a buzz or tip off, and they will help you for free. When they aren’t too busy practice sparring, that is.
Note: Japan schools start a new year in the spring
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It was the first day of a new year. it was pouring. April did not spare the soggy masses of students as they squelched through the halls to find their homerooms. It was a happy day for some though: those who had been separated from their friends since break started. GIrls squealed and hugged each other while the guys stood around grunting amicably. Those who had been driven by chauffers were evident in the fact that their hair and clothes were dry, and, since few students drove/owned their own cars, these were easy to spot.
Kaede Akiyama leaned against the wall in the main hall, surveying the other newbies. There were a great many middleschools in the city, so many first years, especially merit and scholarship students, were starting out completely alone. Kaede was one of the latter, along with her friend Jikki who, as per usual, was late.
Kaede sighed and looked around. Maybe it would be a good idea to get to know some other kids this year. After middleschool’s obnoxious social dickery, she was looking forward to a blank slate.
There was never such a thing called a blank slate.
Well, at least for him.
Ignoring the group of big kids cracking their knuckles and snickering at him, he stared up at the long lists of homerooms, obnoxiously bright red hair still dripping with water and with his bag slung over his shoulder. It was really too bad he was short, like 5’0”, especially since he basically was legally blind without his glasses. It also didn’t help that his last name usually would land him in the upper parts of the list.
Ah. He blinked, scrutinizing one of the names on the list. Classroom 1-C. Makoto Fujioka.
Well that wasn’t hard at all. He glanced at all the names also listed under Classroom 1-C and recognized none of them. That was to be expected though since all of his few friends were attending a public high school, while he decided to take a scholarship to this…preppy one instead. Wincing at the thought that one of those bullies might be in his homeroom (oh god, that’d be horrible, especially since the homerooms would be staying the same all three years), he turned away to slip into his classroom. He took out his favorite book on astronomy, only to bump into someone at the corner.
“Ah! Um…sorry!” He half-shouted, once he looked up, wondering if he had crashed into a wall. Taking millisecond observations, he couldn’t help but pick out the bright pink hair the student had and the eye patch covering her left eye.
She must be one of the upperclassmen, he realized, panic welling up again. What if she got pissed? “Uh…sorry again S-Senpai! I-I wasn’t- I- I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
Kaede took a half step back in surprise and raised an eyebrow.
“Hey, hey it’s okay. Chill, bro," Her eyes momentarily landed on the book in his hand, but she looked back at his flustered face with a half grin without commenting on it, "You must be new, huh?” she held out a hand expectantly “Akiyama, Kaede, class 1-C. Your turn.”
“O-Oh me?” He took the hand, maybe a bit too eagerly. He was relieved to see at least one "Fujioka, Makoto. Nice to meet you, Akiyama-san.“
He blinked, realizing Kaede was, like him, a freshman in class 1-C. “Oh! You’re a freshman like me. Well…” He blushed again, this time more good-naturedly and rubbed the back of his wet hair. “Well that’s kind of embarrassing. You were standing apart from everyone, so I kind of assumed…”
"Nice to meet you too,” she grinned at his eager shake then cocked her head at his remark, “Hmm? Oh yeah, I know absolutely nobody-well that’s not exactly true now- so I just figured I’d wait here until my bud gets here. Her dad’s probably driving her or something. I didn’t even realize you said senpai, to be honest.”
Absentmindedly, she patted his shoulder then looked down the hall again for a moment before turning back to Makoto.
"Hey, class doesn’t start for a good fifteen minutes, Would you like to go exploring, Fuji-san? Oh, crud sorry, is it okay if I call you that?” It was her turn to be embarrassed, and she twirled a strand of still damp hair around her finger.
“That’s fine, Akiyama-san.” Makoto replied, smiling at his new nickname. He’d never been called Fuji-san. Usually, it was either ‘Mako-kun’ or ‘Mako-chan’ or even ‘pipsqueak’ or ‘runt’. He blamed his height for the last two. “I’ve just never been called that before.”
Still, he blinked when she suggested exploring in the fifteen minutes they still had. “Eh? But didn’t you say you were waiting for your friend? I mean, it’s your choice, of course, but I was just planning on reading my book. Still, I’m fine with whatever either way and-“
He choked on the air and coughed, gasping for breath. “…Sorry,” He blushed, rubbing the back of his head. “I got a little bit of hand there…”
She nodded, “Yeah, but she will be fine alone for a few minutes. Besides, getting a feel for the school now means less scurrying around later, right? If you wanna read, go ahead. I’m just going to check out what upstairs looks like. What’s your book about, anyway?”
Kaede had managed to coax him out of the classroom during that conversation, and she looked over her shoulder while heading for the stairs. It was an almost Harry Potter-esque set-up: an open double staircase led from the main hall (which the hallway to 1-C was just off of) up to some of the special classrooms. This wing of the building held all four first year homerooms on the ground level with special science classes up past the stairs. Coincidentally, class 2-A and 2-D had their home rooms up there as well.
The pink haired freshman could feel the pressure of many stares pressing themselves up against her. She shrugged them off like pesky puppies and fought to suppress a smile. This would be a change. Not much of one, though.
She wondered briefly how many of them would go home claiming that a Yankee had infiltrated their academy. The eyepatch tended to give that impression.
He may be called spatzy, but he wasn’t stupid. He frowned as he noticed the stares that Akiyama-san had been getting from the people around them, some of them being potentially their classmates. Was it because of the pink hair? Or the eye patch? Sure it looked strange, but best to judge people by their personality, right?
They waded through the sea of people anyways when they reached the wing with the science rooms. He lit up at the sight of the lab tables and glassware littered across the counter tops near the back. Science was good. Science was always good. His middle school was always good about science, except for the fact that-
“Oh my god.” He exclaimed quietly when he saw that in one of the science classrooms. Forgetting that homeroom would be starting soon, he rushed into the classroom up to the telescope it had by the window. His old school never had one but since this place did, maybe he wouldn’t have to lug his own to school everyday.
She knew what a telescope was, sure, but she wasn’t quite certain what it was doing by the Physics room window. Of course, it was obvious that the teacher enjoyed astrology from the hundreds of glow in the dark stars painstakingly tacky glued to cover the entire ceiling. Kaede had only noticed them by accident when she had looked up to check the clock (which had convoluted equations to equal the hour)
“Hey, Fuji San,” she tapped his shoulder and pointed skyward, “Do those look like real constellations to you? I think I see the big dipper, at least.”
“They should be,” a deep male voice responded from behind them, “I see you like my baby, Mr…” He cut off, not knowing Makoto’s name and instead drank deeply from his mug then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and placed it on the desk, “She’s an Orion Space Probe 3, the best I could by on a teacher’s salary. Oh, are you two freshme- first years by any chance?”
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