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Did anybody order a blatant Shirou expy? No? ...well, you're getting one anyways.

I wrote this from like 1am - 5am, so I apologize for any stupidity and inconsistencies.

Looks like there's already plenty of characters, but I'll express my interest in case there's still room.
Toma Tanaka - April 26th, Afternoon | Amusement Park

Glancing up from his phone, Toma did his best to stifle the smirk that was spreading on his face. The group of boys were still trying to act tough despite how obviously intimidated they were by the purple-haired girl. It was a pretty pathetic show, but certainly amusing, and Toma was able to drop his guard and fully enjoy their deserved humiliation as they backed off, now fully confident that there wouldn't be a fight. He gave them a mocking wave as they began turning around to retreat.

"Hm?" he asked while turning his head towards Kotori as she thanked them, still wearing his amused smile -- noting at the same time that the other girl's name was Hanazawa. "No reason to thank me, Shirohane-san, I didn't do anything. It was all her." As he said so, he looked over at Hanazawa and gave her a friendly, appreciative smile, before looking back at Kotori. "And don't apologize either, alright? Not your fault that those guys felt like being... uh, jerks." He stopped himself from using any harsher words, despite fully believing they'd give a more accurate description of the three.

Noticing Kotori picking at her skirt and looking nervous, Toma decided to continue talking and just generally try to be reassuring, hoping it would help put her at ease.

"They go to our school, right?" he began, his left hand moving to scratch his nose. "If they ever bother you again, let me know..." He paused, realizing that -- as Kotori knew her name -- Hanazawa was likely in her year. "Or ask Hanazawa-san. She seems to know how to deal with them well enough."

Wanting to deflect as much attention off of Kotori as possible, he then turned to Hanazawa and gave her a respectful bow. "I'm Tanaka Toma, from class 3-1," he said, introducing himself. "And I'm new to Warakuma..." He paused, realizing that that wasn't really something he'd be able to continue saying. "... well, relatively," he corrected. A small, admiring grin crossed his face. "That was awesome, how you scared them off just by glaring at them. I guess they pull stuff like this often?"
However it was inspired and came to be, it was 10/10.
Some three-headed girl was tickling her friend - oh wait those were her boobs


Now this is podracing fanservice!
Toma Tanaka - April 26th, Afternoon | Amusement Park

Toma hummed and hawed, desperately wanting to leave, but not wanting to be rude. It had been a while since the group got in line, so they'd probably be off the ride and looking for him soon, not leaving him with much time to make a choice.

As he deliberated over the decision, he finished off his ice-cream sandwich with one last bite, and a shot of disappointment ran through him. That had been way tastier than it had any business being, and he kind of wanted another one.

And that was exactly the motivation he needed to head off on his own. He picked up his jacket off the railing and tied it around his waist, being careful with his wrist, before pushing himself off to head back to the ice-cream stand. As he let his craving take him over, he picked up his walking pace, eventually reaching his destination and getting into the short line.

The red-haired boy looked around as he waited, taking in more of the colorful sights that the park offered. Everyone looked so happy and excited here, with the exception of a crying child and exasperated parent or two. And no wonder -- they were all in an amusement park. It was in the name; this was supposed to be a fun place. So why was he not happy too? He was here with friends -- well, maybe not 'friends,' but schoolmates -- so he had no reason to be so... miserable? Maybe; he wasn't sure what he was. Not happy, though.

Toma's thoughts were put to a stop as he saw a group of four kids near a bench in the distance, three boys and one girl from the looks of it. With a flicker of recognition, his eyes widened a bit.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?"

Toma shifted, taking a step back and craning his neck to get a better view. As he confirmed that it was Kotori, a soft smile broke out on his face.

"Excuse me, sir! It's your turn to be served."

He had to stop himself from going over to greet her -- it seemed she was here with friends. Ignoring the slightest pang of petty jealousy he felt, he couldn't help but be happy for her. It didn't seem like she hung out with friends like this often, so it was a nice sight to see.

"Um, sir, you're holding up the line..."

But something was off. One of the boys sat next to her, and she didn't seem too pleased about it. The three weren't letting off even as her discomfort became more apparent. Toma's brow furrowed as he felt himself getting angered again, the emotion only growing as he continued watching. Clearly, they weren't her friends. Toma began to walk towards them, wanting badly to hit all three of them.

"I-- uh, sir? O-okay then... I can help whoever's next."

As he made his way over, he fought to calm himself down. Starting a fight would be dumb, considering the condition of his wrist and the fact that he was outnumbered. No, more importantly than that, a fight wouldn't help the situation in any way. All he had to do was help Kotori get out of her uncomfortable spot, and there were better ways to do that.

Taking a breath to calm and steel himself, he decided on how he'd go about it -- pretend they had come to the park together as part of a group, and that she had gotten separated from them, giving her an out. Hopefully this wouldn't embarrass her too much.

"Hey, there you are, Kotori-chan!" he said cheerfully with a wave, a bright smile on his face -- ironically the most genuine one he'd worn all day despite the fact that this was basically an act.

He'd barely gotten the words out when another, tough-looking girl showed up. She grabbed the kid on the bench and tossed him to the ground roughly, eliciting a dumbfounded stare from Toma as he processed what was happening. Shaking off his stupor, he decided to make his presence known, too. The three boys seemed thoroughly intimidated by the girl, but she was sort of taunting them into a fight. The pathetic mob didn't seem likely to take her up on it, but Toma figured it'd be better to be safe -- they'd be even less likely to accept her offer if they saw they'd have to deal with one extra person.

He stepped forward so that he was standing above the boy squirming on the ground. With raised eyebrows and a bright, mocking smile, he spoke. "Hey bud, how's the view down there?" Toma leaned down and offered to help him up, but his hand was quickly smacked away, drawing a controlled smile to his face. "Alright then, no need to be rude."

He stepped purposely over the boy and stopped next to the bench, leaning against it. He pulled out his phone and pretended to busy himself, letting the other girl do her thing -- going by her words, she had dealt with this lot before, so he had no reason to doubt she could do it again.

He glanced over down at Kotori, offering her a sympathetic, understanding smile.
Toma Tanaka - April 26th, Afternoon

A low, defeated groan escaped Toma's throat. The boy sat lazily in a park bench, his track jacket thrown off next to him leaving him in his plain grey t-shirt.

His breathing was a little labored, as he had just finished helping an older man -- who owned a bookstore & cafe -- move his wares to a smaller building. Toma's wrist wasn't anywhere close to healed, but he had kept that to himself and taken the job anyway. It had hurt more than he expected, and the dull, hot pain was still present. Whatever -- the job was done.

Toma had asked why the man was changing buildings. 'Downsizing,' he had answered.. Business had slowed down over the last little while, and the larger store was too much. Upon learning that the older man was the only one who ran the store, Toma had asked if he was looking to hire.

Of course the man said no. That would have been too easy. He 'had it under control.' Recalling that, Toma sighed again and turned his head away from the bright sun as the brief cover of clouds passed, wiping a bead of sweat off his brow with his good hand. He was convinced now -- no steady job he was qualified for existed in this town. All the boy had managed to find were a few one-time deals. It was better than nothing, but the frustration was getting to him.

Speaking of frustration -- those goddamned disappearances. Another one had happened, and the victim this time was Hamada. That was troubling enough, considering she was still missing, but to add to that, Hamada's friend -- Ueno Saya -- who had been with her at the time of her disappearance had been assaulted.

That confirmed to Toma that the disappearances were in fact kidnappings -- not that there was much doubt about that to begin with, though. It also confirmed that the kidnappers were willing to get violent. Toma grimaced in anger. What the fuck were their motives? Why were they only going after students of Warakuma High?

The boy bit the side of his lip hard, drawing blood. It didn't matter why. Whoever these people were, they were evil. And they needed to have their existences erased.

But despite his efforts, Toma still had zero clues. The only thing he hadn't tried was talking to Ueno and Noboru; he hadn't seen either of them in at least a week. He was also worried that it might be a bit of a touchy subject, but he didn't really care at his point. He just wanted answers.

He looked down at his nearly useless right hand, cursing it with a frown. Unbearable frustration.

Track was the only thing that helped him let off some steam lately, and he took full advantage of it every time the club met by running himself ragged. Speaking of which, he checked the time on his phone. It was almost 12. Arata, the head of the Track club, had invited them all to get together at the amusement park today. To "bond," as he put it.

At first, Toma had said no -- he didn't particularly feel like it, and he thought his time would be better spent looking into the kidnappings or finding a job. Arata had pushed, though, and had managed to get a very reluctant 'yes' out of him. He mulled it over in his seat, still deciding whether he should go.

With a click of his tongue, he stood up and pushed his hair off his forehead. He had agreed to go (no matter how forced he had been), so he couldn't not show up. Toma looked on the bright side; it was his first time going to the amusement park, and he knew he could use a break, despite not wanting one.

It was a way to spend the day and keep himself occupied. And there was a good chance that it'd be fun.



Amusement Park

This was not fun.

The small group was being lead by Arata, and the guy was way too energetic for Toma. They moved around the park at far too quick a pace, and Toma was just getting dragged along.

What was the point of this? They were basically skipping everything. They should have been leisurely strolling through, taking their time to actually enjoy everything that was being offered, and making the experience last. Toma didn't voice his complaints, though, as everyone else seemed to be having a good time.

The only source of amusement for the boy was watching Arata dote on Tsuruko. The crush he had on her was obvious to everyone, even to her, but as far as Toma knew, they weren't dating. After observing them, his best guess as to why that was was that Tsuruko simply wasn't interested, and she tried to subtly communicate that. It all went over Arata's head, though. The guy had spent a huge amount of money playing a carnival game to try and win a stuffed toy that the girl had off-handedly said was cute. After his dozenth-or-so try, he had actually succeeded, too. Her joyful reaction, Toma noticed, was a little forced.

Eventually, they reached what many considered to be the park's main attraction -- the roller-coaster. Toma paled ever so slightly as the group began to talk excitedly, heading to the end of the line.

"I-I, uh, I'm not really up for this ride," he said to the group, quickly getting his cracked voice under control. "I'm hungry, so I'll just go eat something while you guys are on it."

Arata began to protest, of course, but Toma was having none of it. "You don't understand, Kimura-kun. I'm really starving." The energetic boy eventually gave up with an over-exaggerated huff of disappointment.

Sighing in relief, enjoying the relative silence now that he was no longer with the group, he went to a stand and bought an ice-cream sandwich before going back near the entrance of the ride and leaning against a railing.

As he enjoyed his cold snack, he looked up at the coaster, a fairly out-of-the-blue, morbid thought crossing his mind. He imagined a strap failing during the ride, his buckle opening up and letting him plummet to his death. He gave a bit of a nervous snort as he entertained the idea. That'd be huge news in this town, and would be terrible for the amusement park's business. And of course, if that were to happen to him, both his parents would be devastated. He frowned imagining his parent's reactions, and pushed the idea out of his head.

He rubbed his tired eyes with the back of his good wrist before going back to eating, considering the option of ditching the group to go off on his own. Spending his time alone in an amusement park probably wasn't the coolest thing a teenager could do, but he wasn't fond of rejoining the members of the track club, either. And they likely wouldn't miss him too much.
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