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

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“Its all true,” he replied, thinking of Kamiya. I just challenged someone to a duel for the honour of a girl I barely know… but who wouldn’t be jealous? Now I’m holding hands with her. I’m probably so typical of a Scorpio she can read my horoscope and know everything about me down to what colour underwear I have on, he thought with some perturbation.

When she question his answer of white he stopped dead in the hallway. “What colour did you expect me to choose when you already vetoed the two best colours, blue and red. White is classy, it’s noble, it’s simple, and it’s generally underrated in favour of black. Everyone likes black way too much,” he added the last part in a wry tone as he started to walk again, there was no point being late just to expound the virtues of white, which she probably thought was weird.

If she thought that was weird… he stared at her, then laughed, assuming she had to be joking. “Not as far as I know,” he said. “He’s the guitarist from Fly-By-Night, the German rock band. It was him that made me want to start playing guitar. If you haven’t heard of them I’ll have to play you some. But I should be clear that I’m not a Nazi sympathiser or serial killer fetishist despite being an outlandish foreigner.”

Once they were in the canteen he was glad to see she enjoyed the ice cream as he sat making his way through the school food, which really wasn’t bad at all. The price wasn’t something he could afford every day though. “Really? You’d make me a bento?” Satoru’s expression was halfway through pleasantly surprised and deeply suspicious. “I don’t want you to go to any trouble,” he protested, half wondering if she was planning to poison him. He had been thinking that he should learn to cook himself, maybe Azusa would teach him how if she was actually good at it, but caution suggestion he should taste the food first, and give it twenty four hours to settle in before making any suggestions. Her dad was a cook. He didn’t miss the nuance there, but he decided not to ask about it.

He finished up the school dinner and setting the plate and chopsticks aside, said, “Alright, I’ve thought of my three questions for you.” A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “My first question is – what is your favourite band or musician? My second question is – what do you think of that Kamiya guy? And my third question is – where do you want to go on our second date?”
 
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Azusa raised a single brow to his comments about how white was so much better than the other colors he could choose from.
"And boring. Very boring! White is the canvas that hasn't been met with paint yet - it is the mind of the guy who can't imagine a himself standing outside the circle of normality..!" she said jestingly turning towards Satoru pointing her finger at his forehead giving him a small poke as she chuckled. This guy was a little strained but she could handle it. "Try olive green, that would fit you and at the same time tell everyone in the room that you are capable of some amount of free thinking." Azusa smiled as she imagined him wearing that, thinking it would not be a detriment to an already rather handsome guy.

"A guitarist? Oh I see..." Azusa said relieved that he wasn't into serial killers - but at this point she could have banged her head into the table for not guessing since he already mentioned he liked to play guitar. "Well... I knew that you weren't of course, I was just... sometimes I'm blurting stupid stuff out!" she said and smiled although for the first time with Satoru she felt slightly awkward and nervous - but why would she? She was his student buddy and held all the cards in her hand and he didn't have to like how she played them. "But sure, I'd like to hear you with a guitar some day..." she added a little more softly spoken than than she had meant it to be - but she sure would!

Azusa nodded enthusiastic.
"Yes of course I will!" she laughed his reaction off. "Don't be silly, I've been wanting to enhance my cooking skills and challenge myself a bit for a while, and this is a great opportunity!" Azusa leaned back in the chair with her hands on her stomach. "Pheeew, that was a nice meal..! The...? Oh yeah three questions! Fire at will!" she said and leaned forwards again suddenly full of enthusiasm again.

Azusa looked slightly blank as he reached the second and third question - but really it was the second question that had her wondering. How did he know about Kamiya? Had he been poking around asking questions or had someone just had a slip of tongue? But whatever the reason she couldn't not answer them as he had done the same.

"Bold questions, Nanase-kun. Bold questions!" Azusa tapped her fingers on the table grimacing with a smile. "Look, the second question really isn't any of your business and I don't know how you've come across the information that... would lead you to ask that - so consider it a major favor that I chose to answer it anyway!" she said politely but firmly in a way that was not hard to understand.

"But first things first. My favorite musician is the french singer Mégane Favre - she has a talent with her voice that is just unique and even in her late sixties she has the same charisma as the videos I've seen of her in her early twenties. She's a lady I look up to a lot and she takes a stance for her gender." Azusa said truthfully having opted not to tell him about the indie band she would mention to most others who she thought wouldn't care about her adoration of the french classical singer.

"So Kamiya interests you hmm?" Azusa opened her eyes as she 'hmm'd' before narrowing them again resting her head in her palms leaning towards Satoru. "I wonder why he might interest you? He's a handsome guy of course, and popular too. Also I bet he has a firm grasp around you which will make anyone swoon and submit." Azusa joked although she was keeping the possibility open that Satoru swung that way and hesitated to criticize Kamiya while it also served as somewhat of a non-answer to his question. But if Satoru would persist she might feel the need to actually elaborate on it a bit further.

"The second date? Aren't you just a teeny bit far ahead in your planning now?" she said and couldn't help but chuckle because the question was both insolent and charming at the same time and in her head he had already earned a second - and perhaps third - date, but there was no reason to let him know already. "If the first date catches my attention in a way that might trigger me into wanting a second date I miiight just take you for a cup of coffee in the lunch break. Or a chat in the school yard." Azusa donning a wry grin. "Well earn it first and then you'll see - I won't elaborate in this, because the question was boring as you should have known the fact that it depends on the first date." Azusa smiled and glanced at the large clock in the canteen.

"As your school buddy I better take you back to class so you won't get detention on your first day." she winked and got up packing her stuff and expecting Satoru to follow suit.
 

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“Yes. The colour of limitless potential,” he persisted. Taking hold of the finger and removing it from his forehead his face gave a series of contortions as he tried not to look disgusted with her suggestion of olive green. “The colour of a military uniform? How regimented and uninspiring. There’s a reason they call it ‘olive drab’.” And thusly her dreams of him dressed as a handsome soldier were most likely crushed at the first hurdle. But he wasn’t put out by their differences at all, he found it fun to talk to her, and her responses were hardly those he expected.

He laughed, when she admitted to blurting stuff out and not truly believing he was a serial killer aficionado. He looked across and down at her as they walked. Was there a little hint of embarrassment there? Did she just almost apologise for something? “Please, I’m more offended by the ‘olive green’ comment,” he said in a deadpan tone, not wanting her to feel bad. What she said next though, made him slow his pace and become more serious as he replied in an equally quiet voice, “Would you really? I would definitely play something for you, if you’d really like to?” For the first time, there was a note of genuine happiness in his voice.

Back at the canteen, he watched her reactions to his three questions. Yes, they were bold, but he had the feeling that she wouldn’t appreciate the timid sort… so he went in with all guns blazing. At least she hadn’t said they were arrogantquestions. “Oh!” he sat up straighter as she mentioned Megane Favre. There was no doubt that Azusa truly had a passion for music. French singers from the olden days weren’t Satoru’s area of expertise, and he had no idea who Megane Favre was, but he could tell that whoever she was, Azusa held a true appreciation for her. “I’d like to hear some,” he said, with a little more intensity than usual. He thought about asking her if she had any on her phone, but it seemed like the sort of music you had to hear on vinyl, preferably an old wind-up phonogram with a horn. He wouldn’t mind that for their second date. “Do you sing too? In your theatre group or whatever?”

She didn’t exactly warm to his question about Kamiya, and in retrospect, it seemed like a waste of a question after hearing about Megane Favre, but jealous Scorpio that he was, he couldn’t resist asking it. “I wouldn’t say he exactly interests me,” he replied, running a hand through his hair. He was a little miffed that she was describing Kamiya as handsome even though she was joking. Objectively speaking he wasn’t an unattractive man but his terrible personality would surely make up for that. “But he seems to have an interest in you, that is to say… he doesn’t think I’m a suitable enough date for you and didn’t mind telling me so. I just wondered since he had such strong opinions on you, what yours are on him.”

He took no offence and joined Azusa in her chuckling. In fact he was pleased with the response even though she had put the question entirely on hold. “That’s wise,” he replied. “It doesn’t do to plan ahead too far I suppose.” But in his mind, on the second date they were sitting in a coffee shop in the rain listening to Megane Favre on a crackling old record player.

After the disastrous start to the lunch break, he was feeling a pretty positive after having spent the rest of it with Azusa. She was good company and he could understand why everyone in the class considered her their loveable eccentric. His suspicions of her had dimmed. It is possible, he thought, that she actually likes me. He decided that he would try to make an effort to fit in at this school. Afternoon classes passed with no incident, and it was only when the bell rang for the end of the lessons, Satoru remembered that he had an after-school commitment. He packed up his bag unhurriedly, and then turned to Azusa. “See you tomorrow Ishihara-san, thank you for being my school buddy. Bye!” And once again he was leaving the room purposefully, although this time for a confrontation that would probably determine much about his how his days at Sugiyama High panned out.
 
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'Color of limitless potential' Azusa's lips nearly forming the words but was interrupted as she chuckled when he called 'olive green' drab.
"You're a man with opinions when pressed - I like that!" she said genuinely and followed. The uniform of a soldier wasn't a bad looking thing, but her idea really wasn't connected with the army - it was genuinely just a color she could see him wearing. "Well of course I would..!" Azusa said almost offended herself that he did see the need to ask her twice - did he not believe in himself? Or was his guitar play a little 'unpolished' maybe? Either way she would want to explore it a lot further if he'd allow her.

"You don't know her either then? Seems like no one does..." she said and grinned. "But I mostly listen to her at home on my record player when I read, relax or even when I cook. Oh..!" a curious finger came to her lip. "You could home to me on a potential second date and we could cook something together!" a large smile shining on her face. "Well... perhaps that will give you some incentive to make the first one something memorable..." her smile turning into a wry grin, but she had all but revealed her intentions already - what a troublesome guy! "Sing..? Well I've done a bit of choir but I'm not magnificent solo singer, if that's what you're asking." a hand covering her mouth as she chuckled. "Are you..?" Azusa asked and raised a brow expectantly.

Mentioning Kamiya didn't exactly lighten the mood and Satoru insisting on the topic was certainly a frown worthy.
"So he cast his eyes on you huh? Well just don't get caught up into any of his provocations." Azusa said and shrugged clearly tired of talking about Kamiya and leaned on her elbows raising a brow. "Well are you? I mean... worthy of a date with me?" she asked thinking that if that guy could shove Satoru out of course that easily, he might not be someone who'd last very long with her.

Still this was only a minor hitch and spending time with Satoru in the lunch break had been among the most intriguing things she had done since... since he bought her ice cream in the park.
"Sure, see you tomorrow Satoru-san! Make sure to leave space for the bento I'll make you!" she said and waved and a quick finger kiss and a sunny smile followed as they parted.

Someone less sunny was waiting on the roof of the school pacing back and forth motioning his shoulders in circles and pushing his chest forwards planning out the fight in his head. He couldn't help it - even though he was quite sure that less effort would have him emerging victorious, he had a surprisingly strategic mind that when put together with his physical strength had helped him climb to the top spots on the kendo team. Therefore it was all the more baffling to Kamiya that his well planned advances on Azusa hadn't the effect that his strategy in sports had - even when he did what he could to sabotage the competition.

He was alone on the roof and a little light jogging back and forth and swinging his arms brought warmth to his muscles and so did the green hoodie he wore.
"Where is that little insect? Did he bail?" he asked himself as he had come alone - things might end up bloodier than he wanted people to see.
 

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“Cook something?” Satoru wondered. He had decided that he should become more domesticated than just buying all his food from the convenience store and relying on cup ramen and pre-made onigiri alone. “I'd like that,” he said thoughtfully. So she was already asking him home? And they hadn't even been on the first date yet. The stakes were high indeed.

Don't get caught up in his provocations, she said. It was a little late for that, so all Satoru could do was make a neutral sound that may have been agreement but on the other hand... he had already challenged Kamiya to a duel and the time drew nearer with every passing second. Still, he was fairly confident that he could put the guy in his place and then carry on with his life like nothing had happened. Was he worthy of a date with Azusa. “That's for you to decide, isn't it? Not me and definitely not him,” Satoru replied. What did “worthy” mean, anyway? It wasn't like Azusa was a princess looking for suitors, they were just two high school kids going on a date.

After class, once he had said goodbye to Azusa, and been acknowledged by Shikon with curt farewell as they passed, he made his way up to the roof to meet his fate. He stopped by the bathroom, slicking back his hair with water from the tap, unbuttoning his jacket and rolling up the sleeves. He looked in the mirror. It wasn't quite the professional appearance of a Quincy but he didn't look much like an experienced hoodlum either. It would do, though. He climbed the stairs and emerged onto the roof, with his bag slung over his shoulder, watching Kamiya going through his warm up exercises for a couple of seconds before he dropped his rucksack onto the floor with a notable noise to subtly draw Kamiya's attention.

“I'm here,” he said, eyeing his rival levelly. “Don't worry, this won't take so long that your mother will feel the need to call and see why you're late home.” Satoru stepped into the open space on the roof. Aside from Kamiya he didn't see or sense anyone else around – the two thugs or any other spectators or back-up that he might have brought. It seemed unexpectedly honourable of Kamiya.

As for his part, was there anything honourable about using his superhuman abilties as a Quincy to give a human opponent a beating? No, probably not, and a small voice in his head had some misgivings about the idea, whereas another voice told him that this was purely about self-preservation. Not in a physical sense, but in a social one. He had to succeed at Sugiyama High, and to do that he couldn't be put upon the whole way by this guy in front of him. Better to take him down quickly and cleanly now than fight him grudgingly all the way through school.

“Shall we begin?”
 
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A faint but confident smile crept up Azusa's face. 'Worthy' was just a measure of what one allowed oneself to do and Satoru putting all his power into her hands was definitely... something to think about. Most, end definitely Kamiya, would have called out their own worthiness tenfold as to get what they wanted but in the end she decided to put any conclusion on standby refusing herself to pass judgement on Satoru although having the power was an interesting position to be in.
"I guess your actions will speak more of it in the future." her simple words betraying a far more complex and intricate thought process behind her answer.

On the roof cracking his neck Kamiya listened to his adversary drop his back quite intently on the ground and turned around with a scowl. He picked out an old hip flask from his back pocket taking a small sip before crudely cleaning his mouth with his sleeve putting his hip flask back in his back pocket.

"Nanase-san..." he spoke surprisingly softly his voice not quite as riled up as one may have thought. "I care very much for my mother, it is me who call her when she's late - so don't draw her into this!" Kamiya said and and threw out her arms discarding his hoodie in dramatic fashion revealing a tightly fitting grey tanktop proceeding to crack his knuckles and throw a few punches into the thin air.

"Begin? We're already deep into this..." his gaze steely and fists clenched as he approached. A surprisingly quick step towards Satoru would see Kamiya seek to grab hold of his opponent's collar - and if succesful - he'd go for a heavy punch in solar plexus, confident that his size and strength would be vastly above that of Satoru's.
 

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“I'm glad you care about your mother. For her sake, I won't beat you too hard,” Satoru replied, “just hard enough.” And to prove his insouciance he declined to remove any of his clothing. He took a subtle fighting stance, moving his weight onto the back foot, and just observing Kamiya for the time being – a heron, still, waiting for a movement of its prey before it struck.

Kamiya moved quickly though, and Satoru was not ready for such speed. By pure instinct, he stepped to the side as Kamiya grabbed for him, right at the last moment, and the grab would find itself grabbing empty air as Kamiya's fist would only whiz past Satoru's midsection and find itself with no target.

Kamiya had to be off balance from not finding his target where he expected it, so Satoru put his leg in front of Kamiya's to trip him, while his right hand took hold of the back of Kamiya's neck to try to force him to the ground. It was a clumsy move as Satoru was yet to regain his composure, but he was playing it safe, letting some of his supernatural strength and speed aid him. It wouldn't do to underestimate Kamiya – even if he felt as though a human shouldn't pose him any challenge. He wasn't used to close quarters fisticuffs so Kamiya maybe had a tactical advantage there.
 
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Satoru speaking so rudely about his mother pushed every right button in Kamiya as he attacked, but there was nothing for him to grab hold of as Satoru had been surpisingly quick in sidestepping his attempt.
"Wha..!" he exclaimed as his fingers grasped in vain a sidelong glance xast he saw which way Satoru sidestepped. Turning towards Satoru with an angry frown, his insult towards his mother still fresh in his mind, Satoru tripping him meant however he was already on his way down when the move was executed and sped up by Satoru putting his weight into it he hit the ground hard and fast, all air in his body pumped out. Being plumbed into the ground with head and chest first his pride for his mother, kendo and himself was pushed out along with the air and for the first time in ten years Kamiya was on the losing side of a physical battle bar some kendo matches.

As Satoru pinned him down by his neck and his nose bleeding there was no mistaking it - he had lost. He might have been able to wriggle out of this, but the way he had been taken down was so easily and crushingly convincingly there was no doubt it would serve him no honor to go on.
"Satoruuuu you...!" he spoke what he could turning his face from the ground. "You absolute devil..!" he spat as little blots of blood and saliva decorated the ground, a wry grin crossed his face and words sounding almost as praise. "You're strong as a damn bear - why didn't you warn me?!?" he went and laughed.
 

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Maybe not underestimating Kamiya had been a mistake. The handsome bully's head met the asphalt surface so quickly it surprised Satoru. I'm stronger than I thought! the revelation excited and appalled him. It was pretty unnecessary for him, a Quincy with a lifetime of training, to be smashing someone's face on the ground so hard that blood flew out of his nose. Nevertheless, Satoru held him there calmly.

“Thanks, but your opinion isn't really very important to me,” he said. “Now, on to the terms of our agreement. You will stay out of Azusa's and my business, including interfering in who you think either of us should be dating, and I get to choose who you date from now on, Kamiya. Anyone you wish to date, you need to come to me first and ask my permission. Also I don't want you taking this out on Azusa at Kendo either. Treat her with respect or we'll be doing this over again, but harder. Do you admit defeat?” Until Kamiya yielded his defeat, Satoru kept him on the ground, held down by his neck and with a knee placed in his back to stop him going anywhere.

Just then the roof door flashed a reflection of the lowering sun as it opened and closed and Satoru looked up. Murasaki Shikon was crouching by it, watching everything. “What are you doing up here, Shikon-san?” he asked, still holding Kamiya down as he looked over at the small bowl-cutted student. “I saw you coming up here and I followed you,” Shikon replied, with a defiant jut of the chin. “I thought you were up to something.” The tone of his voice suggested that while Satoru was up to something, it wasn't the something that Shikon had expected.

“It's a matter of honour,” said Satoru, a defensive note creeping into his voice. Shikon didn't have too high of an opinion of him, he had made that clear. If he now decided to tell the Principal that Satoru was beating up the captain of the kendo club on the school roof things wouldn't look too good for him. “It's between me – and him,” he inclined his head towards Kamiya on the ground.

“I can see that... you're fighting for Ishihara-sama,” he said. “I won't interrupt you.”
 
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The thrill of having been defeated was overcome by the sudden and uncomfortable realization that he was now under the dating jurisdiction of this new guy. It was rightly so that they had agreed that whomever lost, the other one could have Azusa and decide who the opponent was going to date. If he wasn't pinned and didn't feel like his arm was going to break - he would have put in an effort to break out of the lock, but from here it was difficult. Maybe that would have helped him, but as he was now he wasn't strong enough even using something like that. He gritted his teeth and grunted.

"Fine..! You won, but I have no idea how you did it! It borders on cheating, so you damn well hope I don't find out and you better well also cut me some slack on the dating thing, I'm not dining anyone who's not at least seven in looks!" he said firmly. "I wouldn't do anything to Azusa, why would you think that? She's a star and you better well not get any creative ideas with her - hand holding is a dangerous grey zone!" he threatened Satoru back, although with his face down into the ground and slightly muffled they may not count for much to anyone listening to them.

Recognizing Shikon's voice at least, Kamiya wasn't in a good position to actually see him but raised his voice towards him anyway.
"Shikon..! This isn't what it seems like, I'm just teaching Satoru the finer parts of martial arts as a willing uke and senpai!" he tried to persuade Shikon, but quickly realized how improbable it must seem. "Look you little rat! If you ever tell anyone about this, I will stuff your damn fliers so far up...!" he said in a sudden change of voice and had to agree with Satoru. "It's between me and him yeah, I was just about to launch a counter attack!" he persisted, head well into the dirt still and arm twisted thoroughly.
 
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