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School Daze! [RP thread for Satoru Nanase and Azusa Ishihara]

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Two weeks went by quickly, the cans of beer sitting on the low table in Satoru’s apartment, un-drunk. The catch-up homework was both difficult and plentiful, and while it took him a while to get down to studying at first, wistfully glancing out the window at the sunny days outside and thinking about that girl he’d met, eventually he managed to concentrate and get it all done. Nights were taken up patrolling the town. First he had to get to know his way around, then work out patrol routes that seemed to effectively cover the most potentially haunted parts. So far he hadn’t run into any Shinigami, nor had he encountered the ghost girl at the park again.

On the first day of school his alarm had woken him up much earlier than he was used to. Night patrols had got him into a routine of late mornings. He dressed in the dark grey high collar suit that was the school uniform of Sugiyama High and so many other places, and realising that it made him look excessively “new” he undid the top button and loosened the collar. After some fiddling with his hair he opted to wear it down, blond strands shaggy over his forehead. As much as he could never really just slide into a group looking like he had always been there and fitted in naturally, he could at least avoid looking too much like a shiny new pin. He grabbed his bag which was extremely full of all the books and folders he would need and headed off.

Sugiyama High School had all the austere white lines of many of the postwar modernist school buildings that were all over the country. Several storeys of blocky horizontal picture windows, a couple of random bridges between buildings for unknown retro-futurist effect, and an obligatory clock on the highest point of the school, to remind latecomers of their failures. Today the austerity of the building and its wide open yard was broken by an almost festival-like array of high school students, waving flyers and banners, some manning trestle tables, an occasional few dressed in happi jackets, trying to entice the new first years to come and join the schools various clubs and organisations.

Meanwhile, those new first years, as well as the newly promoted second and third years had begun to arrive for the first day of term. Satoru wandered in amongst them, being part of neither group. As he'd done most of his exploring at night, there were very few familiar faces. Once in uniform, it was hard to tell people apart. He started down the avenue of recruiters. Somewhere there would be the kyudo club. He would need to join that, both so that he could contribute something to the school’s reputation as expected, and to have somewhere to practice his archery. He looked around, standing on tiptoes to see over the heads of the first years, and gradually he was swept into the crowds.
 
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Who could that boy have been she had met in the park? There was something special about him and not only the fact that he was quite special in the way he presented himself at first but indeed he had this thing... aura about him that was hard to describe in words. Some people were charismatic and were naturally attractive in the way they were able to make people feel welcome in their presence and Satoru Nanase was... certainly not one of them. No he was different for sure and Azusa had used quite a bit of time on the top of the roof of her apartment complex - undisturbed - trying to put together the pieces of a puzzle she didn't know how would end up looking. He didn't match with any of the roles she had ever played in the theater.

But even the theater was closed in the summer break and Azusa was left with books, imagination and drawing to keep time at bay - and a few vistis from both her slightly over protective brother and the aunt both her and her brother cared so much about. Her father and mother had passed away - her father most recently and she took a day off visiting his grave making a picnic out of it. She had done this the last couple of years and it had changed the day from being depressing to be one of joy and company as she pretended they were both sharing the picnic... And this year it had felt as if he was really in her presence and she had returned home genuinely more upbeat than she had been a while.

But thoughts about the past were pushed aside as only a few days after, the school started and all the buzz from last year was up and running again. Azusa had almost forgotten that she had agreed to turn up early before school started to try and get some new students into the kendo club and only a reminder text message from her classmate and kendo teammate Tanaki Ayo made her remember. Azusa didn't wish to cross Tanaki-san as she was always quite intense about club related matters and replied 'Yes of course!' to the inquiry while Azusa quickly grabbed the kendo gi and hakama from the closet and under her table and ran down to the nearest coin laundry to get it presentable for the next day.

Luckily she had succeeded and wearing it to school along with the kendo training shinai and her mask and complete armor she had taken stance at the small podium in the main hall where Tanaki had prepared the event. Azusa was supposed to stand on the podium showing off swings and stuff while the blonde haired and outgoing Tanaki would be handing out flyers and reeling interested people in - and speaking of interesting people...

Azusa saw Satoru Nanase already in the distance looking like a confused cat trying to navigate through the clubs and students. He might be playing it cool but the way he carried himself showed that he was new to the school. Wearing the kendo full face mask she was confident that he wouldn't recognize even if he pressed his nose flat against the grill and she awaited as he neared their stand. Not greeting him would have been terribly rude Azusa thought and smirked behind the mask.

Striding down the podium to Tanaki's great surprise Azusa walked confidently towards her target and when she was within a fee feet she suddenly stepped into kamae.
"Hiy-AAA!" she shouted her kiai for all to hear as the shinai dropped with lightning speed towards Satoru's forehead and would stop only inches before making a painful contact. Despite her kiai, that sounded quite different in tone from her normal talking voice, Satoru would likely still have nothing to go by to guess who this mysterious attacker was and she enjoyed making him wonder.
 
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They certainly had a lot of clubs here, Satoru thought to himself as he made his way through the throngs of students. He was still making his way over to the Kyudo club’s stand that he had spotted somewhere much nearer to the school buildings, when he heard someone’s voice calling out getting louder and louder. “Hey! HEY! HEY!!” His eyebrow twitched. Why didn’t whoever was being yelled at just answer the guy? How annoying. Until he felt a drag of someone poking at the cloth of his jacket at the elbow and he realised the person being called was none other than himself. He turned. A boy was attempting to press a flyer onto him. Satoru looked down at him, noting the glasses and the slick, bowl-cut black hair. “Um.. you’re tall! Join the basketball club?” the guy said, waving his flyer some more. Satoru took it, and put a hand to his chin thoughtfully. Basketball club? Could he possibly have time for something like that? Sports? How desperate were they to form a team? Would joining it give him extra kudos with the Principal if his grades bumped along the lower third of the class as they inevitably would? The more he thought about it, the happier his fellow student became, his smile widening with every passing moment that Satoru did not crumple the flyer up and toss it at his head.

“Maybe,” he said, with a light shrug. Looking at the flyer there was a student’s name at the bottom. “Murasaki Shikon? Is that you?” Shikon nodded. Satoru folded the flyer in quarters and put it into his inside jacket pocket. “I’ll let you know,” he said, leaving the other student beaming and signalling back to his fellow basketball team recruiter that he had successfully given away a flyer with a big thumbs-up.

Satoru turned back in the direction he was going and had only managed half a step when a shinai came hurtling towards his face, accompanied by an ear-splitting cry. Still with his mind on the idea of basketball, Satoru was suitably surprised to be attacked by a masked stranger, and acted on instinct. Stepping to her side, he neatly dodged where the sword blow would have landed, and grabbed hold of the assailant’s gauntleted wrist. Pulling her wrist down further in the direction her arms were going anyway, he took advantage of the momentum of her attack. His leg was placed inconveniently so that if she lost her balance, she would trip and fall over it. His second hand placed between her shoulder blades encouraged her downward motion. All of this happened in an instant. If it was all successfully executed, Azusa would find herself face down on the ground in very short order.
 
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... or so she thought, but the tip that was supposed to stop close to Satoru's forehead did not even come close before the boy had moved out of line and found an opening on her side as he grabbed her wrist and attempted to carry the energy from her attack forwards and a light push in her back made her aware of his intentions. Azusa stood firmly grounded as her intention had not been to cut through Satoru and as such the motion Satoru tried to use had come to a quick halt. Still she stood in a disadvantageous position and Azusa would no doubt have been thrown to the ground if he motion had been to follow through on the attack. Azusa was surprised by his level of skill - and happy to see him able to do more than eat ice cream and be secretive.

Chuckling with a wide grin she lowered the shinai and with her left hand she reached for her the bottom of her kendo mask removing it with an upturning motion revealing her striking features and the kendo 'men', a piece of cloth wrapped around her forehead concealing her hair.
"Yo! Remember me, Nanase-san?" she asked with a wide grin. "Your feet move quickly, how about I drag you into the kendo club so you don't have to pretend to like basketball?" she said and briefly glanced at Shikon from the corner of her eye. She knew him and he was the type of boy to really annoy people often sticking like glue.

"Let me just fix this..." she said with a wry smile and reached into Satoru's inner pocket and - if Satoru let her - she would place a folded kendo flyer and take out the basketball one casually crumbling it and throwing it over her shoulder as she leaned back a little with her free hand on her hip. "Did you otherwise enjoy the rest of your summer break and find what you were looking for in the shop?" she asked curiously trying to strike up a bit of conversation.
 

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To the kendoist’s credit, she was strong in her stance, and her momentum stopped just before she would have connected to her target. There was no need for Satoru to push it and force her onto the floor, though he perfectly well could have. Instead he kept his hands on her just long enough for her to know that he was letting her go intentionally, before slowly releasing her. Who was this mysterious assailant and what did she want? His question was answered without delay as Azusa pulled off her kendo mask, leaving him speechless for a moment at the sight of her delighted and energetic grin.

“Oh, Ishihara-san. Do you really need to knock people on the head and drag them into the kendo club unconscious to get them to join?” he replied, the small ghost of a smile dragging up the corner of his mouth. So, she was at this school too. Good, then he would see her every day. He found himself thinking the thought before he realised it and wondered where it had come from. He too glanced at Shikon. “But I do like basketball,” he protested in a rather lacklustre fashion, making no overtures to stop Azusa from reaching into his pocket (while wondering what she was doing with his jacket!) and replacing the basketball flyer with her kendo one.

“Hey, that’s littering!” Shikon called out sadly as his crumpled flyer bounced away. Satoru looked back to Shikon and gave an apologetic shrug, before he turned back to Azusa. “Thanks but … kendo’s not really my thing. I’m joining the kyudo club, if I can ever make it over there.” But here was Azusa, and he could find the kyudo club later.

“I did, thank you. It was a little boring, there was so much make-up work…” he stopped. They both knew he had promised that when they next met he was supposed to ask her out on a date, and to say he hadn’t been thinking about that at least a few times a day every day in the last couple of weeks would be a lie. While he had been mapping out the town and deciding his patrol routes he had also been looking out for interesting places to take a girl, half convinced he would never see her again, or that she would just laugh in his face if he did. And now came the time to fulfil that promise, here they were surrounded by half the school. Some of them were bound to be Azusa’s friends, and this was the first impression all of them would get of Satoru. He had to, at the very least, play it cool and not look like a dweeb in front of everyone. Too long of a pause in the conversation now and she would just wander off.

“Ishihara-san, there’s a band called Teratoma playing at the Dungeon on Thursday. Do you want to go with me?” he asked her boldly, as he casually shifted the straps on his backpack.
 
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"Of course! Knocking people into shape is exactly what we do, so why not announce our intentions quite clearly? People don't know what's good for them and you look like one who in particular could do with being knocked into shape. Look at that unruly shirt..." Azusa said sarcastically and straightened Satoru's collar knowing he had probably gone out of his way to look a little messy to fit better in. Luckily she resisted the urge to lick her thumb and run it across his cheek.

A smirk revealed that Azusa was quite satisfied with having having replaced the basketball flyer with a kendo one in Satoru's jacket and of Shikon's comment about littering she gave a reluctant glance his way.
"If you care about littering that much, you should join the environmental club or take up a part time job with the janitor to sweep the floors." she said with a cheeky smile. Mind you Azusa thought nothing bad about those who did but the social norms on the school certainly did and looked back at Satoru. "Let's see to it that you don't immediately sink into the category of invisible students right?" Azusa said and smiled putting her hand on his shoulder patting him twice.

Her smile however quickly turning to disappointment hearing he was not a potential new kendo intitiate but there was something telling her that it wouldn't really work out anyway - the kendo club could be a rough and competitive place and this pup seemed better off 'a little shielded' she thought. At least to start with.
"I guess the kyudo club is better than no club." she said crossing her arms letting out a deep sigh. 'It certainly has more awkward introverts like you there' she thought and gave him a slightly overbearing smile. This guy was all fun!

"Teratomo..?" she said and rubbed her chin thinking she didn't know that band. "Sure thing new student! If you don't end up in a prolonged dungeons and dragons fight with the other kyudo club members." she said with a wry smile. "Well I bet we'll meet again later today somewhere in that halls right? Let's talk there I have to get back to recruiting potential members you know..!" she said and lifted her hand in a casual wave returning back to the podium where her friend waited with big eyes.

"W-what was that? Did that dish cloth of a newcomer really get a date with you..?!?" Tanaki asked Azusa accusingly.
"Well... I really do like Teratomo..!" she answered trying to make it sound like she knew them well as her casual smile was met with a frown from Tanaki.
"Wh... who is Teratomo..? Anyways why not take Kamiya Shiki-san? He's reasonably popular as being one of the best in our club, has some looks too and... you can't possibly have missed all the hints with him looking your way and trying to spark conversation have you? You're not that oblivious, are you Azusa?!? You probably made him dead jealous now!" she continued as Azusa's eyes rolled.
"If you're that into him, then why don't you ask him out? Come one, let's hand out some flyers!" Azusa replied and put her kendo mask back on again going up onto the podium - maybe she was lucky some hot chick would join and would divert the Kamiya-san's attention away from her.
 
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She was straightening his collar. Despite the fact that this was the kind of thing a mother would do, or perhaps because of it, it felt like a strangely intimate gesture. He was glad of the distraction of Azusa turning her dangerous wit on Shikon as it distracted from a blush he felt was creeping up his face again and that would just not be cool right now.

“Being invisible is better than being visible for the wrong reasons,” he replied, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t a little disappointed at her assessment of the kyudo club being for nerds and introverts. It made him wonder what exactly he was letting himself in for. At his last school, kyudo club had been well regarded. Archery certainly wasn’t a sport for wimps. Kendo, however… all that armour, and they only hit each other with breakable little bamboo bundles. He snorted, caught between the urge to defend kyudo, and the desire to keep on Azusa’s good side, in case she decided going out with him was a bad idea after all. “At least kyudo practitioners aren’t so ashamed of ourselves we need to wear masks,” he retorted finally, giving Azusa’s face mask a brief poke. But it seemed she needed to get back to her recruitment, and really … he should leave her to it. “Sure, see you later then,” he replied casually.

It seemed the interaction had mainly gone unnoticed by many of the students as they milled around to and fro. The hands of the school clock seemed to have moved swiftly towards eight thirty, and there seemed little time to do what needed to be done before school started for real. Before Shikon left, he put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Murasaki-san” he said in a low voice, “I’ll need another one of those basketball flyers, and can you please show me to the Kyudo club by the quickest possible way?”

Satoru had just signed his name on the sheet held by the Kyudo club recruiter when the bell went for class. There was no time to make conversation, he would have to just turn up later to practice and meet them all then. He had a room number written on his acceptance letter and the name of his form teacher, he just had to find it. Once the corridors cleared a bit as pupils found their ways easily around, he turned up at Room 3M and knocked on the door. Hanada-sensei was a tiny middle aged woman whose roundness and texture was reminiscent of a strawberry mochi. She wore glasses that looked like they would have gone out of fashion before she was even born, but there was something welcoming and maternal about her. She smiled at Satoru as he opened the door and peered in to the room full of students. Immediately, he straightened himself up and tried not to look as though he cared at all about all the strangers who would be his peers for the next two years.

“Nanase-kun!” said Hanada-sensei, “Please come in and introduce yourself to the class.” It was inevitable, this ritual. He wondered what it was supposed to achieve. Even so he had done it enough times that it was almost a rote thing for him, and he certainly didn’t look especially nervous as he took the chalk and wrote his name on the board. As he turned, he couldn’t help but be drawn to one particular face in the room … Ishihara Azusa’s. He tried not to look directly at her as he did his spiel. “My name is Nanase Satoru. I’m from Nagano. My hobbies are archery and playing the guitar. I am pleased to join Sugiyama High School. Please take care of me.” He bowed with a military sharpness at the room. Now Azusa had found out more about him in the last two seconds than she had in the whole time they had talked during the summer.
 
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Standing for a moment with one hand resting at her hip she gave him a wry smile as a 'thank you' for the remark about hiding behind masks and the poke that came too. Azusa was thinking he could be cheeky if he tried and felt comfortable about it and she liked that style a bit more than the shyness she thought he had mostly shown her until now.
"Wouldn't you if you were aiming for each other's heads? Kyudo is basically glorified dart, isn't it?" she asked turning on one leg as they parted ways. There was pride and warrior spirit in fighting each other and Azusa couldn't quite see what all the fuss was about with bows and arrows and nothing on the line.

Regardless of Satoru making fun of their masks the kendo club had had a decent intake and it looked as if it would be one of the most influential clubs this year too. Not that Azusa cared much about influence she just enjoyed all the new, exciting faces and getting to know them. Tanaki was kind of the 'bad cop' being strict and demanding discipline while Azusa would break up a sparring match to ask her opponent what kind of chocolate flavor he liked the best or tell of how she saw a small stray dog on her way to school that had a cute face. Naturally Tanaki would scold her for it but with Azusa being better than Tanaki, it was hard to argue with her training morale apart from interrupting the focus of the other students.

Entering the classroom as one of the last after having had to change from the kendo equipment to her school uniform the teacher gave her a polite but also firm smile as Azusa waved apologetically and threw her school bag beside her table and quickly sat down. She had had 'certain difficulties' keeping to an assigned time schedule the whole first year and it was not before her place in the school came in jeopardy that her teacher had been able to make her understand that being on time was an important thing. Along with the teacher Azusa they had made her a rather tight morning schedule to make sure she wasn't caught by the temptation to doze off or do whatever she fancied that day and she was thankful that she had the help.

Grabbing her textbook like the others she expected the class to continue from page one - but it seemed like the teacher had other plans. A new guy. Azusa first noticed the vacant chair in front of her now and remembered that the girl in front her had mentioned something about her father having gotten a new job in another city. The person stepping into the class was no surprise to Azusa and a smile crept up her face as she leaned back slightly crossing her arms. She noticed the he noticed and kept her gaze fixed at Satoru - if he was the kyudo practitioner he claimed a little bit of pressure wouldn't unsettle him. And if it did he just had to cope with the pressure of interest.

Apparently he was a guitarist from Nagano. Azusa shrugged and sighed, he wasn't very elaborate and she still felt as if he was still keeping everyone at arm's length but unfornatunately the teacher didn't allow the class to ask questions while he presented himself and he was asked to sit right in front of Azusa. As Satoru would move towards his assigned table and chair about in the middle of class and only one row from the window at the left Azusa would attempt to steal a gaze from the shy guy before he sat down.
 
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The vacant chair just had to be in front of Azusa. It was almost like fate was throwing them together, either that or she had somehow planned this for her own amusement, which Satoru was certainly not putting past her. Her straightforward staring certainly wasn't bothering him, it reminded him a little of being watched by a cat. Instead he just stared right back as he made his little speech, making it seem to the rest of the room that his introduction was for Ishihara alone, and set a few of the classmates passing glances between the two of them. As he went to the assigned seat, he slid into place with a small nod to her and “Hey there, Ishihara-san,” before facing properly to the front and not looking back around at whatever Azusa was doing. There was a good view out of the window from here, not such an easy sprint to the door in case he needed to leave in a hurry but it could have been worse. That door behind the teacher's desk on the other side was probably a store cupboard in case the students needed to get into a safe place. He was mid way through scoping out the room for all the possibilities involved in spotting and fighting hollows that he only caught Hanada-sensei was talking about him halfway through her sentence. “.... welcoming Nanase-kun to the school. Who would like to volunteer to be his student buddy?”

Crap... He felt about inclined to mash his forehead onto the desk. The last thing he needed was someone following him about every second of the day, asking if he knew where the toilets were and making sure he wasn't lonely at break time. He sat up straight and looked to the teacher, about to object. “Nanase-kun,” she wagged a finger, “this is Sugiyama High hospitality. Please let your fellow students help you to fit in!” Her smile was so much like a grandmother's he didn't have the heart to contradict her. He just had to hope the volunteer would be someone easy to ditch.
 
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Was he shy or was he actually rather brave? Azusa couldn't really get a good grip on how Satoru really was, as his calm return of her gaze indicated that he was more brave than she had given him credit for until now. It certainly required further investigation.
"Hello Satoru-san..." Azusa said almost purring keeping her eyes locked on Satoru a little longer. Ooh yeah, there was the matter of the school buddy and with no hesitation Azusa stood up with hands casually clenched behind her back looking at the teacher. "I would like to be Satoru's student buddy." she proposed in a calm tone seeing Hanada-sensei looking around the class to see if there were any other volunteers. There was not - perhaps because of the shock that Azusa volunteered to something without directly being asked to do so.

"Well since you seem so ready to carry out an important school duty, I will leave the responsibility to you, Ishihara-san. And I must add that I find it a very welcoming change in character for you - keep it up and you might even become class representative!" Hanada-sensei said sincerely though muted giggles around the class seemed to suggest that such a position was probably not considered likely for Azusa to take on.

"Oh thank you, sensei! I promise I will treat him well and not only be his 'school friend' but also his 'cool friend'!" Azusa said and winked as she sat down again whispering to Satoru on the way down. "I can't let you buy other girls ice cream now I'm afraid..." she said with a wry smile looking forward to the lunch break that, due to the late start of class this first day, would come about shortly.
 
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