A somnolent Haru ambled into the room while grumpily rubbing his tired eyes. Soma and Isshiki were engrossed in a deep conversation about something called Food Wars and what these so called wars meant in the grand scheme.
Shoji and Daigo were fighting over a single chair, no doubt over the ownership of said chair for the time being. Honestly, he would have to resolve that conflict in his own "unique" and "considerate" way once he was awake enough since they had clearly not heeded his warning.
Zenji appeared ready to collapse from exhaustion. He was exhibiting an excruciatingly unhealthy case of "sleeping bags" under his eyes while his seated body was shivering like a leaf. The blond Balance Keeper felt bad for the constantly lethargic boy.
Yuki, Miss Fumio and Shun seemed the only normal individuals around the bizarre resident.
Walking right behind him with her face ready to burst forth into flames was a flushed Ryoko. She seemed to have found the ground more interesting than the residents.
While waking up, she had expected many things such as lying on the ground in an un-lady-like manner with an un-lady-like drool dripping down her lips, even her shirt being ridden up her torso to reveal an inappropriate amount of flesh.
But what she had not been expecting was one of her hands up Haru's skin tight shirt to caress his steel-like abs and chiseled chest, her other hand lightly rubbing his silky hair and his head tightly held to her bosom!
To make things worse, Haru had been asleep the whole time and gently rubbing his face in her bosom!
Needless to say, she had been tempted to let out a scream, only Haru's calloused softly caressing her back had dissuaded her from taking that embarrassing path, though she would be lying if she said that she hadn't been severely tempted.
At least that had been the situation before Haru's sudden awakening. The blond had shamelessly groped her behind, pecked her on the cheeks and nearly broken every bone in her body due to his anaconda-like hug.
Everything seemed to be simple for him. The blond hadn't even stopped to think of the consequences his actions would have on her. Did he even stop to think about the effect his groping, smooches and hug had on her? If his nonchalant whistling and giggling had been any indication, then hell no!
However despite all that, she had received the most peaceful, satisfying and comforting rest of her life. His extraordinary body warmth, tenderly thumping heart and lulling scent overflowing with natural fragrances was just … addicting and a welcoming change from the norm.
In all honesty, she wouldn't mind sleeping next to that kind of warmth any second of the day.
"Alright bring me a few dozen bowls of ramen, granny." Haru groaned out in tiredness, slumping down in a chair while Ryoko calmly took a chair in front of him, all the while trying to ignore Yuki's teasing nudges.
The elderly woman raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me, young man, but we have already had our breakfast. If you want breakfast, you will have to cook it yourself."
"Look I feel like Po, the Dragon Warrior has fallen on me, which is the equivalent of a truck. Bring me a few dozen bowls of ramen before I go ballistic, pull a Tia Lung and try to steal the secrets of Kung Fu!"
The gathered residents blinked in surprise, even Soma and Isshiki stopped their deep conversation to gape at him. "HUH!?"
Seeing their flabbergasted looks, Haru waved off his hand in a dismissive gesture. He was not in the mood to explain what that meant. "Not important, look if I don't eat my ramen in the morning, I get cranky. When I get cranky, I get pissed and when I get pissed, I prank the hell out of every single individual near the immediate vicinity!"
"Umm … Miss Fumio… I think he is serious." Zenji murmured despairingly as he rubbed his stinging behind. He had learned his lesson last night. As long as he was alive, he would never ever try to turn his back to the blond menace!
Seeing the expectant looks on the rest of the students' faces, the elderly Supervisor realized that the blond was serious since the gathered residents were looking for potential exits in case of any... accidents.
Sighing in annoyance, the silver haired lady gave the now grinning blond a withering look and stomped off to the Kitchen with an un-lady-like grumble. While she was no mere lady who would be swayed by the fearful expressions of her tenants, she had witnessed his frightening sense of mischief last night and knew that it would not bode well for anyone should she refuse to bring him any ramen.
That was another thing, who the hell ate ramen in the morning? She couldn't help but wonder how he kept that kind of steel-like body if all he ate was ramen?
Seeing the elderly lady stomp off into the Kitchen, Haru chuckled like a maniac and jumped over the table along with his chair, depositing himself right beside the now self-conscious purplette as he wrapped his muscular arm around her slender waist and near her to his chest. "Say Cupcake, you have any classes today?"
Seeing as he was not trying to make any moves on her—the arm wrapped around her and tenderly rubbing her side did not count—and was being his normal self, Ryoko smiled softly. "Actually, yes I do. Why do you ask?"
The blond ex-Shinobi pouted childishly. "Aww man, I thought we would set sail and see where the wind takes us."
"Huh?"
Tightening the force of his hug, Haru lowered his face to her ear level and exhaled, causing the timid girl to shiver lightly. "You know, walk hand in hand, explore the unexplored lands, see the unseen, think the unthinkable and do the undoable."
Sitting next to the two "love birds" as she had started to call them, Yuki scratched the back of her head, a giant question mark pulsing atop her head. Explore the unexplored? See the unseen? And do the undoable? What the hell was that all about?
Sadly, even Ryoko didn't understand what the blond was talking about. In the discovery of a new "obstacle", she forgot her nervousness and openly stared at the new transfer student in dryness. What? What did he mean by that?
Seeing her dry look, Haru untangled his hand from around her waist and crossed them over his torso with a childish huff. "Nobody seems to understand poetry these days, no wonder Shakespeare hanged himself by hot noodles!"
Chuckling lightly at the now pouting blond, Isshiki decided to change the subject and maybe provide the uncontrollable blond a way of letting out some steam. He wasn't doing this to get the blond out of the dorm and out of his hair. Nope, not all!
"Well young Haru, why don't you try checking out some of the Research Societies and see if any of them catches your interest?" the pink haired Elite stated with a soft smile, catching the interest of the blond.
"Research Societies? You have societies that do 'research' around here?" Haru almost yelled in surprise, leaning over the table to stare right into the now freaked out Isshiki's face. "Why the hell didn't you tell me that before? I could've been a member a long time ago, doing endlessly delicious 'research' and writing my books!"
There was a society dedicated to his pure and noble cause and he didn't even know about it!? That was pure blasphemy!
"Well you didn't ask," Isshiki answered sheepishly. Wow, talk about enthusiasm, though he couldn't but wonder that there was something else going on. "So yes, basically there are several societies dedicated to researching all sorts of culinary techniques."
The overly enthusiastic blond instantly deflated when he heard the blasted word "Culinary". That was the worst word in his current vocabulary list and he knew some very nasty words too!
The residents blinked repeatedly when the formerly giggling and bouncing blond suddenly deflated like a pierced balloon and slumped back into his chair when he heard the full explanation. He was sure was a strange one. He had been practically having an orgasm a moment ago and now he was pouting like a neglected child.
"I see, man what a letdown!" Haru grumbled under his breath. He should have known that a society dedicated to his noble would be practically impossible in a cooking academy. People these days have no sense of purpose or pureness in their ignorant souls!
But… wait!
"Hey Bucky, there wouldn't happen to be a ramen society, would it?" Haru asked curiously, eyes narrowed dangerously.
A sweat drop trailed down Isshiki's head as he heard the nickname "Umm… no"
"WHAT THE HELL?" the blond slammed his hand on the table, causing the tenants to jump in surprise. "NO RAMEN SOCIETY? THAT IS PURE BLASPHEMY!"
"Ah… Haru, umm… please calm down." Ryoko muttered timidly, lightly patting his muscular arm as Haru shook like a disturbed beast.
"If ya say so, babe," the previously outraged blond announced cheerfully and sat down with a giggle, shamelessly draping his arm over Ryoko's shoulder. "I will even spank Kurama's fuzzy butt if you order me to!"
The purplette sweat dropped as the ex-Shinobi laughed like a maniac. He was weird!
"Hey granny, are you trying to grow the necessary ingredients and then cook the damn ramen? I am starving! And bring something light for my Cupcake here!"
"DON'T MAKE ME COME THERE AND KICK YOUR ASS!"
"GOOD, THEN BRING THE RAMEN WITH YOU WHEN YOU COME HERE!"