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The morning train ride to school was the same always, business suits and school uniforms all pressing shoulder to shoulder in a packed train car rolling over a railway system older than probably their grandpa's grandpa.
But it was enjoyable enough. Even as individuals in disguise monitor him at every waking moment of his life for the past few years. Silently observing, rarely interacting with him directly and taking notes at random intervals.
He recognises basically all of their faces by now.
"Ne-ne~ did you see that guy standing by the door?" A girl in a school uniform whispers to another girl beside her.
"Kyaa-! He's so cool, I've never seen a full delinquent outfit like that before! So retro!"
Fortunately for Suguru, among those watching are some cute high school girls shamelessly whispering among themselves while stealing glances towards him.
While he wasn't bothered with the attention, it's not polite to talk about someone basically right in front of you, you know?
Rumble Rumble
The car shakes as it goes, occasionally making its passengers sway and stumble inside it. And, while busy giggling with themselves, one of the girls unconsciously let go of her hanging straps as the train shook once more.
"Uwaa-!" But her slip-up was quickly stopped as she was suddenly leaning against something.
Thud
More precisely against someone.
"Are you okay?" Suguru asked softly as a small smile presented itself on his face, with one of his hands gently supporting her shoulder while her head was leaning against his chest, looking up as their eyes met.
Poor girl almost had steam coming out of her from how red her face turned. "A- u- im-... yee~"
But her friends pulled her away so quickly and apologised before she could even wake up from her stupor. "I guess there's that"
"Ah~ youth, sure is nice being young" A familiar voice in his head came in at the usual unwanted times.
"Please shut it Geto-san"
Suguru replied respectfully.
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A tall figure with a trained, almost toned physique.
A smooth, slightly airy voice.
Thin, purple eyes inherited from my grandfather.
Suguru Wataru, second year in middle school.
But those that doesn't know me personally know me by another name.
王子
-Ōji/Prince-
School entrance.
"Yo! Suguru!" A familiar red eyed raven hair called out from the locker room.
"Oh, Eijirō morning"
After changing our shoes we are both currently walking to class while discussing yesterday's exam with great enthusiasm.
"I'm so finished" Eijirō depressingly croaked out with his eyes completely covered in gloom. "..how much longer will this go?.."
With good intentions, I, of course, reassured him. "Hang in there a little more, it's Friday"
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But while we were busy chatting,
"S-Suguru Wataru-sama! P-Please accept this!" A girl, a third year I think, came to me holding a small flower-patterned bag.
"Eh? Uh, thank you"
Then again. "W-Wataru-sama! Here, please accept this!"
"Ehh? Thanks?"
Then again. "I-I'll always be rooting for you! Wataru-sama, please accept this!"
"Uh.."
It got so bad that I had Eijirō holding some of the bag for me while walking to class while we began actively avoiding paths where any girls were already waiting for him to pass by.
"..Hold on, why am I holding to all of it?!" Eijirō suddenly noticed that he was the one actually holding the gifts while I was holding just one bag in my free hand.
"Op- he noticed"
"Well I can't really take any in case there's more with a full hand you know?" I exclaimed. "And I couldn't decline by now cause I accidentally accepted the first one. I don't wanna get asked 'eh? But you took the one from A, B, C blah-blah' don't feel like dealing with it while in exam week."
"Ooh~ that makes sense"
It wasn't every day like this of course, most days are actually quite normal so either they randomly decided to give it all now or..
"Is someone conspiring against me to drop my grades?
But that's just a stupid theory, nothing really worth writing about if I were to write about it or something.
...Huh? What am I thinking about I don't even have a diary. Why am I thinking of writing?"
"That's why we're sneaking?" Eijirō suddenly broke me out of my thoughts.
"Yup"
"Who are we sneaking from?" A pink hairball suddenly appeared between us. "Whoa Kirishima, I didn't know you're so popular these days, did you get a reinvention arc?"
"Ooh ~ my favourite show is on."
"A- Ashido-san morning!" Ah, he's gone back to formal.
"Eeeh?! You called me 'Mina' yesterday just fine! What happened in between?"
Hmm, bittersweet, on one hand she's super friendly to you, on the other she's super friendly to you.
"I'm rooting for you so don't disappoint me, Eijirō!"
"... un"
"Don't just 'un' me!"
... Interesting move.
"Just- imnotusedtoitandgotnerveusimsorry" He blurred out at the end.
"He? Just what, what did you say?"
Well at least he says it out loud this time.
After a couple more back and forth between the three of us, Mina then turned to me and asked. "Anyway, you guys going to class with all that?"
Finally splitting the gifts roughly even between us, Eijirō and I are now walking back towards the school's locker. "We're putting these in the locker first, and I'll probably share most of it after school, you guys want any?"
"Really? Thank you in advance!"
"Thanks Suguru"
"For real?, Thanks man, you're a lifesaver"
The sudden appearance of a third voice caused Suguru to stop right in his tracks.
...
"Huh? Three voices?
First was Mina, then Eijirō, then..."
"Yo! Ōji!"
"Oh, Usami morning" Mina greeted.
"Yo!" Then Eijirō.
Oh, Usami Shohei. A local happy ginger head appeared.
"Morning" I greeted him casually. "And what's with the name?"
"It's shorter than your name"
...
"Actually, good enough."
And with that, the four of them continue on their journey to the locker in relative peace.
"A- Eijirō mine's full can I put the rest in yours?"
"Ahaha, mine's full too."
It turns out that bringing the other two was quite the lucky decision.
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First day of school after midterm. Usually at times like this, you get several common reactions among those who participated.
The confident.
Suguru was busy stressing with-
*checking narrator notes*
Absolutely nothing, and was just scrolling through his for you page while waiting for the first class to start already. But unexpectedly their homeroom teacher was late for five minutes now so he's currently bored out of his mind.
Bzzzt!
"Huh? Class prez calling?"
That is, until his phone buzzed with a call from his class's president.
"You got the exam results already?" Suguru asked his class president on the phone.
"Yeah", He confirmed over the phone. "Could you come help me carry these to class?"
"Don't you have a vice president for that? Why not ask him?"
"Are you even asking?"
Out of pure habit, he turned his head towards the back of the class, where one of his friends was currently sitting with the distinct look of,
The hopeless.
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↑ Eijirō Kirishima, vice class president of class 2-6.
"Yeah, on my may" Suguru confirmed as he began to walk out of the class and made his way to the teacher's office.
Eijirō turned his dead gaze to the table to his side, sitting there was another boy a little taller than his peers around him sitting perfectly straight with his eyes slightly open looking straight into him.
"Woah!.. Nifuji?" Eijirō called out, but he didn't answer.
The couldn't be bothered
Nifuji, with no glasses on his face, had an empty look to him as his blue eyes locked in on Eijirō's red.
"..sigh he's definitely sleeping" He concluded.
The running from reality
"Kirishimaaa~ let's go get drinks" Shohei suddenly appeared. "Man this falls air is more chilling than usual, I wanna something warm"
"Hear-Hear!" Mina followed up.
"Ashido-san?!" She is in fact not from this class, but it was common knowledge by now that she could appear any a random point in time in any of the classes. "Why aren't you in class?"
"Wha? Ashido's here too" While Shohei had only noticed her presence just now. "Yo!" She greeted back.
"Huh? Where's Suguru?" She suddenly asked, her eyes looking around the classroom looking for the purple-eyed boy. But upon finding no sign of him, she let out a small sigh just enough for herself and no one else to notice.
Except, for the one that always has his eye on her of course.
"Ashido-san, are you alright?" Eijirō asked, his previously dead eyes had life in them once again as he showed his concern. "Not looking forward to the results?"
She looked at the concerns in those eyes, but decided that it was misplaced if it was directed at her.
And so she topped it off with a smile.
"Bleh-! No way, I've already made promises with my friends to ace the baton race! Just you watch Kirishima!" She replied.
"I really hope I didn't get chosen for anything this year" A voice suddenly quipped right beside them, and lo and behold.
"O- Nifuji morning"
"Eh, Nifuji' when did you wake up?" He woke up around 5 minutes ago and has been staying silent while recovering from his nap until now.
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Extra
Character profile:
Name: Hirotaka Nifuji | Mustafa Private Middle School, Class 2-6
Age: 14
Birthday: May 20th
Height: 5'6"
Blood type: B
Sign: Pisces
Family composition: Father, Mother, Younger brother (7 years younger)
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Quirk: Kafrizzle
By imitating the motion of pulling a bowstring he could produce an arrow-like structure made up of pure flame and by releasing said arrow are able to launch it at a distance. The destructive power of this attack scales with how long Nifuji could hold it in its drawing stage which gets harder the longer it's held. (The name he chooses for his quirk is inspired by a popular series of MMORPG games.)
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Without games, he'd die. (Possibly literally). Focuses mainly on video games, but reads manga and watch any me on occasion. (Hasn't really found a reason to start enjoying things other than games). Likes all kinds of games but especially fond of FPS, fighting, and action games. (Where it's not necessary to level up your character).
Because he spends so much time playing games in comparison to talking with other people he has very few friends. (Suguru, Eijirō, Shohei, and Narumi, the rest he kind of treats them all the same). He basically has no interest in other people, not because he doesn't like them but because he wants to spend his spare time at home playing games.
He isn't very emotional and the range of his facial expressions is... Concerning at best, but he's not a bad guy.
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Ch end~!
I think I'm gonna start making this char profile at the end of chapters, quite grounding for me to write ✍️ with possibilities of drawings later in time when my school life get back in order.
Thanks for reading~ 😘