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[color=ad4e92][sub][b]D A T E[/b][/sub][/color][hr][sub]April 13th 2018[/sub]

[color=ad4e92][sub][b]L O C A T I O N[/b][/sub][/color][hr][sub]Hinotori Highschool[/sub]

[color=ad4e92][sub][b]T A G S[/b][/sub][/color][hr][sub][@Hero][@Scribe of Thoth][/sub][/cell][cell][indent]Friday was shaping up to be a real shit day. After his ill-fated exploration with Daigo earlier in the week, there was a brief, precious day of respite, where nothing irritating happened and Noriaki could pretend his life retained a semblance of normality. Then the faculty decided to go ahead and ruin that with some harebrained bonding scheme. In truth, it wasn't all that bad. It was just an impromptu athletics festival without any of the fanfare or excitement. Take some time out of classes, go play sports with your senpais, and fend off the vultures trying to scout you for their clubs. For most of the student body it was little more than a nuisance, and for the more athletics ones, maybe a little bit of fun. Yet despite all his athleticism, there was absolutely no joy to be had in playing sports for Noriaki. Especially not ones played in a school setting.

It made him feel pathetic. It had been almost a year since his little [i]incident[/i] with the team back in Osaka, but his mood immediately soured whenever he so much as thought about baseball, or joining up with another club. He had loved the game, loved playing, and now he couldn't so much as watch the other class play without trudging up old feelings he'd promised himself he wouldn't humor. If there was any mercy in the events of the day, it was that his class had been picked to remain indoors, and instead of taking up on the diamond, they had the gymnasium assigned to them. He hadn't taken much of a shine to basketball before, but in the moment, it provided him with an outlet for all his negativity. Rather than brooding on the sidelines, the transfer student made himself a tyrant of the court. 

The teen found himself between games, wicking the sweat from his brow with the rim of his shirt when—in a predictable turn of events—the power was lost. The mixture of panic and disappointment from his classmates was all but lost on Noriaki in that moment. His blood ran cold, not for fear, but in the briefest moment of internal pleading. Not today. Why did it have to be a day that already sucked so much? Either guided by a growing instinct, or by sheer happenstance, his blue hues drifted through the dark and landed upon the unfortunately familiar silhouette of a butterfly. The ice in his veins quickly turned to fire. 

[color=ad4e92]"God fuckin' [i]dammit[/i]."[/color]

Having to deal with bizarre supernatural bullshit was bad enough. Having to deal with that bullshit with next to no warning at the drop of a hat was even worse. As much as he wanted to ignore the fluttering azure insect, it would only be a matter of time before something more dire happened to force his hand. Whether it be the dumb little cat from down the street, or the grabby hands from the mirror, something drastic would occur if he didn't go running to answer the call like some kind of attack dog. The only solace to be had was that maybe, just maybe, he'd have the opportunity to beat the living shit out of something with a big sword. Maybe that would improve his mood.

He couldn't go alone though, much as he wanted to. There was no telling what craziness awaited him at the end of the trail the butterfly was concocting. His eyes immediately moved from it towards the shock of red hair in his peripheral vision, and Noriaki gave Daigo a knowing looking—albeit one that likely came off more like a glower considering his dispotion—before gesturing with his neck to the teacher in charge. 

[color=ad4e92]"Hey, coach, is this a good time to use the bathroom? I gotta go, and so does Hinari."[/color] He said after jogging over to the man in charge, hiking a thumb towards the aforementioned redhead, [color=ad4e92]"We'll be back before the power, I'm sure."[/color]
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