Aw. Kozue didn't play along. His awkwardness was kind of amusing, Akira guessed, but he felt kind of bad now. Not that bad, of course, but a little bad. Akira nodded and backed up from the desk. "You are a poet and you are wholly unaware, I see. Have a slightly better than average day." He waved and was just about to return to his desk when Yori spoke up. The nerd.
Akira turned and stared at him. Oh. That explained why Kozue and Yori were in his classroom. He was in their classroom. Like usual. He wandered into their room often enough that he considered them to be honorary classmates. That wasn't really a high honor. The equivalent of a "you tried" medal. Made of plastic.
He considered stopping to mess with Yori for a bit, but the guy was clearly in a "don't even try to fuck with me" state of mind, and Akira didn't feel like having a pencil thrown at him. So instead he nodded, said "Have a nice minute." and left the classroom.
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Akira blinked as Kozue, apparently scared shitless, almost fell backwards in his chair. Yori didn't even seem to notice that Akira existed. The sign of a great man. A man after Akira's own heart. Akira could admire a man like that. He didn't. But he could. Akira turned to face Kozue directly. The guy seemed really nervous, for some reason. Could he be the culprit? If so, he had to be brought to justice. It was the only thing Akira was willing to expend effort on.
"You see, there is a small box, created by a great man." Akira made a vague gesture to indicate the box. "This box contains the heart and soul of music. I was entrusted to keep it safe. I left it at my desk, but it is no longer at my desk." Akira pointed to the protagonist seat. "If I fail to recover it, some evil force may acquire it, and call my taste in music lame. This must be prevented at all costs."
Akira leaned in uncomfortably close to Kozue, resting his elbows on the desk, eyes wide and unblinking. "Do you know anything?"
"You see, there is a small box, created by a great man." Akira made a vague gesture to indicate the box. "This box contains the heart and soul of music. I was entrusted to keep it safe. I left it at my desk, but it is no longer at my desk." Akira pointed to the protagonist seat. "If I fail to recover it, some evil force may acquire it, and call my taste in music lame. This must be prevented at all costs."
Akira leaned in uncomfortably close to Kozue, resting his elbows on the desk, eyes wide and unblinking. "Do you know anything?"
Oh, wretched mother of hell, Akira should have known that something was missing. He had his earbuds, but not his trusty iPear media player. How could he listen to chill tunes without the tunes? Christ, he was a failure, straight to video, right there on the big screen. Literally the worst. He'd have to abort the current operation.
"I hope you've learned your lesson. Any lesson. I don't really care which. Have a mediocre day." A shame he couldn't stick around to see her reaction, but baffling people was almost as fun. The priceless moment of "what the actual fuck, Akira?" was what he lived for. Metaphorically speaking. He didn't actual live for it. What did he live for, again? Not dying. Yeah. That sounded good.
Back to the third floor he went. There'd been some weird rumors floating around about some weird building, but Akira could care less. He could, but he didn't. He cared enough to avoid caring. Investigating rumors was what main characters did. Akira walked back into the classroom he had recently vacated. There actually had been people inside, two dudes he knew. They were okay dudes, he guessed. Akira wasn't sure how he overlooked them, but it didn't really matter. What mattered? That was the question. A bad question. A question to avoid. Akira went to his desk.
Despair. Sorrow. Trauma. It wasn't there. Akira turned to face the others, face as grave as a military funeral. "The music. It died, today. Either of you seen it?"
"I hope you've learned your lesson. Any lesson. I don't really care which. Have a mediocre day." A shame he couldn't stick around to see her reaction, but baffling people was almost as fun. The priceless moment of "what the actual fuck, Akira?" was what he lived for. Metaphorically speaking. He didn't actual live for it. What did he live for, again? Not dying. Yeah. That sounded good.
Back to the third floor he went. There'd been some weird rumors floating around about some weird building, but Akira could care less. He could, but he didn't. He cared enough to avoid caring. Investigating rumors was what main characters did. Akira walked back into the classroom he had recently vacated. There actually had been people inside, two dudes he knew. They were okay dudes, he guessed. Akira wasn't sure how he overlooked them, but it didn't really matter. What mattered? That was the question. A bad question. A question to avoid. Akira went to his desk.
Despair. Sorrow. Trauma. It wasn't there. Akira turned to face the others, face as grave as a military funeral. "The music. It died, today. Either of you seen it?"
Ugh. The main character seat. Why the hell had he been assigned the main character seat? Akira glared at the window next to him. Sidestepping responsibility was just so much work, and now the universe was hinting at even more trouble? He studied his reflection. His hair wasn't spiky or an unusual color. Alright. Good. That probably disqualified him. He'd have to be on the lookout, anyway. Make sure to avoid any mysterious girls with mismatched eyes and huge guns on the way home from school.
God, he was being stupid.
Akira sighed. An expressive sigh. A sigh that summed up life. "I know where I am right now, and I don't give a shit." That kind of sigh. He'd practiced sighing a lot. There were varied types of sigh, and Akira was a master of them all, from the "Are you kidding me?" to the "Screw this noise." Only a true expert in the field could tell the difference. Translation: no one else cared. That summed up life. Good for it.
Oh. He was alone in the classroom now. That was probably a sign. As a member of the esteemed Go Home club, Akira didn't exactly have anywhere to be. No need to hurry. He could leisurely stroll home. Put on some chill tunes, continue not caring. The good life of mediocrity was the life for him.
An intelligent man would have continued walking when he saw a strange girl peeking out from behind a wall at two other dudes on the second floor. Love triangle? Secret crush? The formulation of a crime spree? Akira didn't care, but he ended up watching her anyway for lack of a better thing to do. A sane man would have walked away when she began talking to the key chain in her hand.
Instead, Akira loomed behind her and said "I think that you are very bad at spying. One out of ten. F minus. Redo the course. Make sure to pay tuition." He kept a straight face.
God, he was being stupid.
Akira sighed. An expressive sigh. A sigh that summed up life. "I know where I am right now, and I don't give a shit." That kind of sigh. He'd practiced sighing a lot. There were varied types of sigh, and Akira was a master of them all, from the "Are you kidding me?" to the "Screw this noise." Only a true expert in the field could tell the difference. Translation: no one else cared. That summed up life. Good for it.
Oh. He was alone in the classroom now. That was probably a sign. As a member of the esteemed Go Home club, Akira didn't exactly have anywhere to be. No need to hurry. He could leisurely stroll home. Put on some chill tunes, continue not caring. The good life of mediocrity was the life for him.
An intelligent man would have continued walking when he saw a strange girl peeking out from behind a wall at two other dudes on the second floor. Love triangle? Secret crush? The formulation of a crime spree? Akira didn't care, but he ended up watching her anyway for lack of a better thing to do. A sane man would have walked away when she began talking to the key chain in her hand.
Instead, Akira loomed behind her and said "I think that you are very bad at spying. One out of ten. F minus. Redo the course. Make sure to pay tuition." He kept a straight face.
Huzzah.
Name: Watanabe, Akira
Gender: Male
Age: 17.
Class: 3-2
Appearance:
Personality: Akira has successfully made it through his life so far through a philosophy he describes as "giving absolutely zero fucks." He tries to avoid any and all unnecessary work or conflicts when possible, seeking neither positive or negative attention. When this fails, though, Akira doesn't really care. He doesn't really care about a lot of things. He does just enough above the bare minimum to get by in school without being viewed as a worthless slacker. The only talent he prides himself on is his ability to say outrageously silly things with a straight face, a talent he exercises often when bored. Akira is often bored. With no real ambition or drive in his life, Akira spends most of his time listening to music on his own. He has no one he considers a close friend, though he gets on with others well enough to quietly hang out with just about anyone.
Biography: Akira's lived in Kadoguchi his entire life. His parents are both office workers at a generic corporation, and are thus often away from home for long stretches of time. As a result, Akira was often left in the care of his seven-year-older brother, Minato. While he was still going through school, Minato was a very cheerful and creative dude who deeply cared for his little bro. After graduating from college, however, Minato found himself unable to pursue the artistic ambitions he had held for years, instead becoming a salaryman in an overly-demanding, unrewarding job. This gradually wore down on Minato, changing him into a distant and disillusioned man. Witnessing the transformation of his beloved brother, Akira eventually came to the conclusion that hard work and ambition were meaningless, in the end, so what was the point in even trying more than you had to? He has coasted through life ever since.
Gender: Male
Age: 17.
Class: 3-2
Appearance:
Personality: Akira has successfully made it through his life so far through a philosophy he describes as "giving absolutely zero fucks." He tries to avoid any and all unnecessary work or conflicts when possible, seeking neither positive or negative attention. When this fails, though, Akira doesn't really care. He doesn't really care about a lot of things. He does just enough above the bare minimum to get by in school without being viewed as a worthless slacker. The only talent he prides himself on is his ability to say outrageously silly things with a straight face, a talent he exercises often when bored. Akira is often bored. With no real ambition or drive in his life, Akira spends most of his time listening to music on his own. He has no one he considers a close friend, though he gets on with others well enough to quietly hang out with just about anyone.
Biography: Akira's lived in Kadoguchi his entire life. His parents are both office workers at a generic corporation, and are thus often away from home for long stretches of time. As a result, Akira was often left in the care of his seven-year-older brother, Minato. While he was still going through school, Minato was a very cheerful and creative dude who deeply cared for his little bro. After graduating from college, however, Minato found himself unable to pursue the artistic ambitions he had held for years, instead becoming a salaryman in an overly-demanding, unrewarding job. This gradually wore down on Minato, changing him into a distant and disillusioned man. Witnessing the transformation of his beloved brother, Akira eventually came to the conclusion that hard work and ambition were meaningless, in the end, so what was the point in even trying more than you had to? He has coasted through life ever since.
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