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                                                                            the merry-go-round won't stop ‼ turning turning » & I find myself ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ❣
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                                                                            the merry-go-round won't stop ‼ turning turning » w/ the scenery ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ❣
                                                                            = I see a 〈〈 colorful 〉〉 dream❞◢ I still can't ▬ put into words ‼
                                                                            these FEELINGS going ’↺ && ’↺ ▬ gushing through my body ↴↴
                                                                            x even though a single word would be enough‼

                                                                                ✿ inspiration ;; Usotsuki Lily, cross-dressing, boredom, cliche shoujo mangas

                                                                                ✿ genre(s) ;; parody, comedy, gender bender, romance, bromance, school, some drama

                                                                                ✿ literacy ;; Pfft. Fine, lazy lit. (400 + words)

                                                                                ✿ graphics ;; -the Shirenaut

                                                                                ✿ pictures ;; zerochan.net; all pictures used in this RP do not belong to the User unless stated otherwise.

                                                                                ✿ created by ;; -the Shirenaut

                                                                                ✿ mods ;; none, yet

                                                                                ✿ notes ;; The profile thread for Lampoon on Shoujo! Interested in joining? Click the links below to check it out. Profiles will be posted here by the User once I accept them.

                                                                                tab Lampoon: a speech or text criticizing someone or something in this way.
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                                                                                tab Shoujo: (少女) Anime/manga aimed at young girls, or anime/manga containing abundant themes and content that would appeal to young girls.

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                                                                            the merry-go-round won't stop ‼ turning turning » & I find myself ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ❣
                                                                            ◢◢◢ dyed so colorful ◢◢ dyed so colorful ◢◢ dyed so colorful
                                                                            the merry-go-round won't stop ‼ turning turning » w/ the scenery ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ❣
                                                                            = I see a 〈〈 colorful 〉〉 dream❞◢ I still can't ▬ put into words ‼
                                                                            these FEELINGS going ’↺ && ’↺ ▬ gushing through my body ↴↴
                                                                            x even though a single word would be enough‼

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                                                              male ▪ sixteen ▪ December 27 ▪ bisexual ▪ 5' 3"▪ 112.5 lb ▪ dusty brown ▪ orange (originally brown)

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                                                              (People've told me I seem more like an outgoing introvert, but I wouldn't know. Honestly, I had to Google it. But personally, I consider myself friendly enough. Enough to have friends. I guess I'm brave. I mean, most of the time, when everyone around me scatters and is freaking out because there's a cockroach in the room, I pick it up with my hand and toss it out the window. Is that weird? They say it is. Either that, or just plain gross. My dad always teases me, telling me I'm too self-conscious and jumpy. But isn't that his fault? My mom agrees and lectures me about how I should just be proud of who I am and not care what other people think. But when you have parents who own tiny spiders as pets and eat dog and cat treats all the time, it's kind of hard to be proud. I want to be normal and that's it. I also seem to be open-minded. I don't see how; I just understand where people are coming from and am okay with new ideas. Oh, wait...)

                                                              He's known to be jumpy and quite physically tense, and he would willingly admit it. This is the result of intense effort in concealing his narcolepsy symptoms. He tries his best to act casual, though he ends up seeming nonchalant or jaded instead. He desperately wants at least one friend and has revised his entire personality to hopefully do so. He presses himself to be more masculine and extroverted so that he would have a higher percentage of chance that he would get along well with the other male students his age. Truth to be told, he's naturally a bit girly and introverted, though he has no issues talking to strangers if needed. He also loves to "troll" others and is considerably sensitive and empathetic. Of course, he makes sure to keep that side of him from the outside world.


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                                                              Andrew was born in an astoundingly dense, populated city: Los Angeles, California. His father was of European heritage while his mother's ethnicity was largely Japanese. They lived comfortably, which is saying quite a bit, seeing how expensive housing can be. His parents were attentive ones; they smothered him as a young child, always making time from their busy schedules as accountants to play or talk with him.

                                                              At this time, he loved them dearly; however, when he began school, his peers seemed to not take to him as kindly as he expected. They poked fun, for he carried odd food to school and brandished an eccentric hair-style and color. His teachers were extremely concerned for him; they soon discovered the origin and purpose of the snacks as he had once brought the original packaging with him. His teacher requested a parent meeting, explaining that allowing one's child to eat pets' treats isn't very responsible. His father thought the instructor was silly; his mother believed there was not a fault in the way they were raising him as they, too, consumed them without a problem. There was nothing the school could do.

                                                              Afterwards, a classmate of Andrew's confronted him, saying it was "stupid" for a six-year-old to eat dog food, have lop-sided or uneven hair, and dye it neon green. At the time, he was ever so slightly hurt, though he brushed it away as a once-in-a-lifetime happening. However, as his peers' ridicule persisted, he began to feel as if there was something wrong with him. He spent most of the following half-year attempting to get the children to like him, if only just a little.

                                                              The beginning of school didn't only effect Andrew; his parents had taken note that as a baby and toddler, he took naps often and would trip every now and again when playing, though they simply labeled it as adequate behavior for young children. However, as he grew older, the behavior continued. His father was a bit worried, but his mother convinced him that their son was merely slower to mature than the rest of the neighborhood four-year-olds. As the years passed and the amount of naps and falls remained the same, give or take a few, his mother began to suspect otherwise. The entrance into first grade was the last marker before they realized they needed to whisk their son to a doctor, just to be sure that nothing was stunting his growth or medically wry, and that Andrew was only a hyperactive boy who was clumsy and needed extra energy.

                                                              His parents described Andrew's habits vividly and accurately to their regular doctor. She suggested a flurry of solutions to the boy's issue such as giving him more to eat or tucking him in for the night earlier. These would've been all well and good; however, his parents had already experimented with everything they could think of. Hours flew by as the adults conversed, almost all in vain, as the woman had no other alternate conclusions that his parents hadn't yet tried. There was only one thing left that could be the cause, though it was just suspicion. Her thoughts were that Andrew had somehow gotten a rare disorder: narcolepsy. His falls could be the result of cataplexy, a condition usually accompanied by the previously mentioned disorder. His frequent and insistent naps could be the result of excessive, day-time drowsiness, though she couldn't be certain that it applies or is correct in his case. She recommended them a specialist.

                                                              His father booked an appointment immediately for the upcoming day and his mother kept him in the dark as to not ruin his childhood with strange, complicated information. The next day, they brought him into the specialist's office with their doctor's advice. The man performed a polysomnogram test, followed by a MSLT test. Unfortunately for Andrew, his doctor had been completely spot-on; he was suffering from an incredibly rare condition named "narcolepsy." From that day on, he came to terms with his disorder, that is, once his parents judged him mature enough to know.

                                                              In between the time of first grade and seventh, he had come to realize his mother and father weren't normal; they were plainly and shamelessly odd, in a way Andrew considered negative. In the beginning, he had been fine with his parents' eccentric style and ways until he died of embarrassment one fifth-grade day.

                                                              When Andrew graduated seventh grade, his mother started to become lonely. She had forgotten what is was to be with her siblings and mother. She missed them dearly after the week she had spent with them, and convinced his father to move. And so, the two secured jobs during the summer and transferred Andrew to a nearby school. He had no objections, though he did want to cut his hair and dye it back to the original brown. His parents thought that would be far too boring; therefore, the three settled for an unnatural orange. He has relatively enjoyed his time in Japan since then.


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                                                              normality ▪ English ▪ uniforms ▪ friends ▪ sweet smells
                                                              his narcolepsy ▪ his parents ▪ eating between meals ▪ jump-scares/surprises ▪ being conspicuous
                                                              embarrassment ▪ skin-ship

                                                                His grades average out to be B's or C's. He joined the kendo club to seem more manly. Being able to get involved somehow with THE STOIC KENDO CLUB PRESIDENT is simply an unexpected but welcomed perk. He has a habit of ending his statements as if it were a question and vise versa, and propping his hands on his hips. These habits, he has trained himself to forget or avoid with others. He never goes to watch movies with people he knows because he will definitely cry if it's tragic or forlorn. He never goes on walks with others as well, due to his cataplexy, there was always a chance he would experience a powerful emotion during, and have his knees buckle.

                                                                He has much more expertise in speaking, reading and writing English, and gets confused often when with Japanese. Therefore, he is always the last to finish an assignment or test. Andrew has attempted to understand and/or accept the Japanese culture, but he simply cannot.

                                                                He sleeps on the couch as his bed is infested with his mother's pet spiders. When he was running about the house, horsing around with their puppy, he accidentally knocked over the container and it spilled the lot of arachnids onto his bed. His mother refuses to hire an exterminator because "they're my babies," as she says.

                                                                He has been bullied during his time in America, and doesn't hesitate to confront a bully when he sees one. This has gotten him into a number of skirmishes. His hobby is creating his own music and performing it on YouTube under another name, concealing his face as well.

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                                                              male ▪ eighteen ▪ october 30 ▪ heterosexual ▪ 5'10 ▪ 163 lbs ▪ black ▪ dark gray/blue

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                                                              Ryouta desperately wants to get in the yakuza; thus, he is your regular ol' chip-off-the-old-block tough cookie. He walks around with a heavy frown on his face and clenched fists, as if he's expecting a fight at any second; he is quick to throw punches but slow to shake hands, and is, more often than not, doing something that the principal would disapprove of.

                                                              Much of this is calculated -- not fake, but understood. Because he plans on being the GLASSES-WEARING YAKUZA HEIR's right-hand man in some years, Ryouta must calculate possibilities and options and choices, and then change his actions accordingly. He walks around as if expecting a fight at any moment because he really does; he is on edge because an ambush could happen to the bossman at any time, and what kind of right-hand man would he be if the heir died before getting to the throne? (The frown on his face just happens to be there because he is concentrating on being on high alert.)

                                                              However, despite his deep-set scowl and eagerness to throw glares around, when Ryouta is not worried about other gangs or hyperventilating about the future where the bossman dies on his account, he is actually like all the other boys his age: goofy with an intense desire to lay around the house training his Pokemon. He enjoys playing pranks, cracking jokes, and watching romcoms; he finds things funny easily and has a loud and hearty laugh, one fit for a person who reads pun books when he's not studying on how to be a gangster.

                                                              Ryouta is an anxious person. This wasn't always the case as a child, but ever since the accident, his confidence hasn't been the same, which led to his development of a small (though active) anxiety problem. He gets nervous easily and randomly; sometimes he is walking down the street to his house and it doesn't hit, and the next day walking down the same street and suddenly he thinks about the neighbor's dog biting off his leg as he passes by.

                                                              However, despite the (self-created) problems he sees stacked against himself, Ryouta has never been one to throw in the towel; it's not in him to give up, something he learned from his time at the hospital, something he learned from the GLASSES-WEARING YAKUZA HEIR, and something he holds onto when he feels himself sinking.

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                                                              Ryouta didn't have a bad life. His family was comfortably settled in middle class; they weren't too rich and they weren't too poor. The mediocrity of the family's financial status extended to the family itself. His parents were regular, average joes and janes; they loved him, but didn't show it flamboyantly, and though he never questioned it, he never quite felt anything for them other than the obligatory compassion.

                                                              However, the story was different with his sister, THE KIND-HEARTED SINGLE TEACHER. For as long as Ryouta could remember, he loved his sibling more than anyone in the world, and he knew that this was a fact etched in his bone before he had even been created in the womb. Sometimes, as a child, he would despair that he was the younger sibling; it was because of his age that he couldn't quite protect his sister from the dangers of the world. He promised on his fifth birthday that when he grew older he would become strong, and then she wouldn't have to look after his scraped knees any longer.

                                                              When Ryouta was eleven, his family was going to a dinner reservation to celebrate his father's promotion at the company. The expensive and upper-class restaurant was on the other side of town; it would take an hour to drive there. Ryouta sat in the back, on the right side, his head leaning against the window and his eyes halfway closed, ready to slip into a light nap that was lulled by the drops of the rain -- when the car hydroplaned and slid and flipped along the curve.

                                                              The crash was unfortunate, but thankfully, everyone survived. However, that didn't mean all was well. There were fatal injuries: Ryouta's right foot was crushed in the accident and an emergency amputation had to be done. That is the extent of what Ryouta knows. Coupled with a concussion and the trauma of having to lose his foot at such a young age, the first two weeks inside the hospital recuperating are hazy if not completely lost to him.

                                                              Ryouta did not attend school for an entire year, but he kept up with his homework and classwork via emails or by his parents picking up his packets. He was more committed to studying than ever before due to the fact that it seemed to be the only normal and stable thing in his life at that point, and he wanted so badly to go back to how it was before the accident.

                                                              During that time out of school, Ryouta worked with doctors and physical therapists for rehabilitation; his parents had pulled as much money as possible and looked through all of their insurance policies to get him an opportunity for a prosthetic foot.

                                                              When he was strong enough to walk (albeit, with a cane and a limp), Ryouta returned to the school and rejoined his classmates in the next level. Everyone could sense that he had changed; he had a deep sense of anger and he didn't know where to direct it. His confidence had taken a heavy hit, and he was still searching for a way to rebuild it. Thus, he made sure that his classmates never found out about his prosthetic foot.

                                                              Being familiar with the GLASSES-WEARING YAKUZA HEIR's reputation for being an aggressive and powerful fighter, Ryouta one day challenged him to a match -- to relieve frustration? To prove a point to himself? He doesn't remember to this day, but he remember his loss. His first fight and he had lost badly; it was almost hilarious the way he and the cane went flying across the field. Afterward, he had lay in the grass, feeling at his lowest -- but then the next day he went back to the school and challenged the GLASSES-WEARING YAKUZA HEIR again -- and lost, again. But he didn't give up. He came back to challenge him after every loss, always returning to stalk him throughout the halls, waiting for an opening, waiting for the day that he would finally win.

                                                              He had been close to winning that last battle, closer than he had ever been before, but he still lost. At then end, when the fights were over and done with, and they were both beat up and exhausted, Ryouta vowed, "I'm gonna join the yakuza, Kazuya. I'm gonna join it, and I'm gonna be your right-hand man, and I'm gonna protect you, because I'm the one that's gonna kill you in the end. No one else!"

                                                              Though the GLASSES-WEARING YAKUZA HEIR may not know it, that time was cathartic and necessary for Ryouta. He attributes it to the reason why he never tried to take his own life or inflict self-harm; they are memories that he holds dearest, experiences that shaped him and readied him for the path he was to take.

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                                                              rom coms ▪ fighting ▪ bandanas ▪ painting ▪ his (future) yakuza group
                                                              people who want to date his sister ▪ enemies of his best friend ▪ hospitals ▪ cars ▪ horror movies
                                                              fear of becoming useless ▪ fear of cars

                                                                Ryouta has kept his prosthetic foot a secret from the world, and he has plans to continue doing so. Years of walking on the foot and aggressive street fighting has allowed him to minimize the limping, though he'll still use a cane around the house to give his body a break. If asked, he tells people that he has a "banged up leg."

                                                                Ryouta is part of the art club and the kendo club. He very much enjoys painting and drawing -- these days, he's had a dying urge to draw fish-pugs, an underwater creature of his imagination that has the head of a pug and the body of a fish (like some kind of weird, mermaid experiment gone wrong). He thinks they're cute.

                                                                Though he is a member of the kendo club, he does not participate. Because he plans on being the right hand man to the yakuza group, he believes in learning different styles of fighting -- however, the kendo club has rules about taking off shoes, and so he comes by to watch, observe and absorb, and then goes home to practice.

                                                                Ryouta collects bandanas and always wears one; not even his sister has seen his actual head without it.

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                                                              Rumiko is super energetic and cheerful. She is always friendly to people even if they are not friendly in return. If things get sour, she tries to turn it into a happy situation by laughing it off or joking around. Even with her energetic attitude aside she can be very stubborn. If she makes up her mind about something it will surely stay that way! Some people tend to consider her childish because of her behavior. Rumiko ignores this since they are usually people who are pretty boring anyway. When it comes to food she can be a real glutton. There's not a time or place where you won't see Rumiko munching on some sweets! When it comes to being scared, Rumiko can be fearless. Instead of being terrified, she gets a real thrill out of being surprised or startled. Her attitude and words are both impetuous. It is often hard to figure her out. She finds fun in almost anything she does. Despite being so outgoing, Rumiko can be perceptive, and she can get any hard question down to a simple point. There are times though that she can be sad. When she feels this way, she often exiles herself from others since she doesn't want to burden anyone with her emotional problems. Rumiko may have a twin brother, but personality wise they are completely different.

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                                                              Rumiko was born the youngest sibling out of four, but she is close in age to her twin brother. One of the most important things in the world to her are indeed her siblings. Rumiko and her twin brother are practically inseparable, while she looks up to her older brother even if he doesn't like to cross-dress like her other siblings. Her sister is the other female figure in her life besides her mother so she is automatically attached to her even if their personalities sometimes clash. Her family grew up in a close to middle class family. Her parents, having to raise four children on their own, did their best to raise them with the most love and care they could give. She never tried to give them a hard time since she knew how hard they were working. She did her best to help around the house with chores or even cooking. Though her siblings would much rather have someone else do it considering she burns almost everything. Even with all the happiness she tried to keep on her face, there were times that even she was sad.

                                                              Growing up, Rumiko barely saw her parents since they were working all the time to support them. It was usually her other siblings putting her to bed at night when she wished it could be their mom from time to time. Eventually her sadness overwhelmed her and she began to feel like a burden. So in order to distract her from everything, she played sports and even took the time to exercise. While playing sports, she found that it was a lot nicer to wear boys clothing rather than girls. Rumiko began to try on her twin brother's clothes whenever she lounged around the house while he eventually got into wearing her clothing. It was then she began to realize that she didn't quite enjoy those silly dresses, girl talk, or the luxury of doing her nails. When she realized that her twin began to wear her clothes even outside of the house, it made her curious. She began to do the same thing as well. Her wardrobe completely changed from dresses to more pants and heavy shirts. At school she would wear the boy's uniform, concealing her thin ponytail within the rest of her hair to make it look natural. Dressing like a boy became so much easier than dressing like a girl. Soon enough the twins took over each other's wardrobes completely.

                                                              Later on they managed to get their older sister to start, though not so much their big brother. Everyone has their own likes and dislikes, they respected his decision, but Rumiko every so often would ask him to put on a dress. Ever since she completely surrounded herself with more happier things, life was a little better despite her parents not being around so much. Girls and guys alike both approached her with different comments and opinions about her cross-dressing. Sometimes people even mistook her to be her twin. Rumiko was sure to take great advantage of this. Because of her behavior she doesn't make friends very easily. She is always seen being around her siblings though anyway and the small amount of friends she does make are pretty close to her. Rumiko tries to make everyone happy. Sometimes she forgets that sometimes she needs to be happy for herself.

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                                                              Sweets ▪ Sports ▪ Being a ninja ▪ Adrenaline activities ▪ Autumn
                                                              Boring people ▪ People who bother her siblings ▪ The winter ▪ Criticism ▪ Octopus
                                                              Clowns ▪ Being alone

                                                                Rumiko likes to run around the school pretending to be a ninja. She is apart of the Baseball club along with the Kendo club since those seem to release most of her built up energy. By the time she makes it home she is pretty much unconcious for the rest of the night unless she happens to be in a really good mood.

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                                                              female ▪ fifteen ▪ august 15th ▪ pansexual ▪ 5'3" ▪ 134lbs. ▪ red-ish amber ▪ amber-brown

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                                                              The most important thing to know about Kyou is that she hates people with a burning passion, her family the sole - and barely, in the case of her brother - exception. Her little sister is exempt due to her being too young to have enough personality to hate. Her parents because she respects them and they respect her privacy ( mostly ). For the rest of the world? All the hate. She has no tragic past that this stems from, or some sort of reason- there is none. Kyou naturally dislikes being around people; the hate grew as she got older and learned more about life and people. Music is the only noise she can tolerate, even enjoy; people talking, even whispering, bothers her. Having to talk back? Hahaha- no. It's gotten to the point she is literally shy about talking to people due to the fear of accidentally making a friend. What if she couldn't get rid of it? The horror.

                                                              By herself Kyou is perfectly content and happy- even joyful! She spends her free time either in her parents dojo, reading, or working on crafts. Oh, and that bit of schoolwork, bleh. Not bleh because effort- she likes learning things, but at the reminder of school and having to be around people for a good portion of the day. Her phone and iPod are her sanctuary. She has books on her phone, and tons of app games, not to mention general internet browsing. Should anyone even look like they're going to approach her she'll whip out solitaire on her phone and look as if she's trying to save the world with the amount of concentration she has for it. At least she's honestly happy when she's all alone, right?

                                                              Her hatred of being social and people has led her to be greatly independent, and her personal interests has certainly helped. She's perfectly capable of living by herself, both physically and mentally. Would probably be happier that way, in all honesty. As for her inclination to be an unforgiving b***h, that's not so much because of her hatred as it is just another natural personality thing of hers. Though her hatred of people certainly fuels the fire. Her effort in making herself to be easily overlooked and forgotten helped her be a bit insightful to the motivation and feelings of others, and her vast reading material has given her some help as well. Kyou is far from some sort of sage about people, but she can read the little signs fairly well, and recognizing the hatred within others is pretty easy! Hate calls to hate, or something.

                                                              Well, at least she doesn't judge people? Or, more like Kyou doesn't care enough to. She's mostly made up of "negative" personality traits, though she doesn't view her like of being alone forevermore negative in any way.

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                                                              Born to the local taijutsu dojo, Kyou grew up in the house connected to said dojo; an old style Japanese home. Her mother ran the dojo while her father worked as a journalist. His work kept him traveling back then; he was just making a name for himself, and so was rarely home. Instead of hiring a babysitter to watch her children, Yasu, the mother, took both daughter and son with her to the dojo, where she could keep an eye on them even as she ran the dojo with an iron-fist. As the years passed by, this continued; once her children were old enough she had them join the class. Barely five years old, and Kyou was learning how to fight; a fact that has made taijutsu a habit more than anything else. Now, rare though it was for Kyou and Isamu ( her three and a half years older brother ) to be left at home alone, it did happen on occasion. On one such occasion, when their mother was dealing with a problem in the dojo and their father gone as usual, Isamu turned on the tv to watch. Kyou, left in his care, watched as well. The show? A documentary on what heat does to the body. Kyou would be forever scarred from it. Something that got her brother in a whole lot of trouble when their mother returned to find her daughter crying her eyes out.

                                                              Not quite a year after this, Kyou began school- and discovered that she found the other kids annoying. Before this, Kyou hadn't really played outside much. Her only playmate was her brother, or one of the older kids at the dojo. They were okay she guessed, though she didn't always want to play- even then Kyou preferred to play by herself. The young girl did try; after all, it was expected of her, and surely adults were right? That's what her mother always said, anyhow; "Always listen to your parents and teachers." But they were so annoying. All their blabber and whiny voices. Nothing they did was very interesting; some because it was just boring, others because Kyou simply enjoyed it better by herself. By the time her first year of school approached it's end the child had drifted away from the others, losing what friends she had forced herself to make. Her parents and teacher fretted about it, but Kyou was happier like this. Why was being alone so badly thought of?

                                                              By the time her second year had started, Kyou was actively working to make others dislike her if they ever approached; she was growing to hate other people, so why not have them hate her too? Her free time was spent in the dojo or in her room, playing games happily by herself. Though her brother would often force her to play games with him. This was tolerated; she needed a second person in order to play games like chess, or go, or even karuta. All fun games. That was pretty much the extent of her social-ness, besides going-out to dinner nights with the whole family, or movie nights, both at home and at the theaters. As Kyou got older her interests grew; arts and crafts was the main one, though she also grew a love for books and some manga, poems and music. Strange enough, she liked some of the friendships portrayed in the stories ( mostly just Two Slices ). Some of them. Most of them she felt, at most, neutral towards. Mostly she disliked the ones that were pure romance centered; no offense to them, she simply had no interest.

                                                              During her second year of middle school Kyou made the most wondrous discovery; cell-phones. Receiving one for her birthday, the device soon became something she never forgot. Not just because they were fun; they were a shield! Someone seeing you concentrating on your phone was less likely to approach you. How wonderful was that? The only other thing exciting about middle school was the birth of a baby sister. The rest of it passed by without much incident; both of the good and bad kind. In choosing a high school, Kyou simply picked the closest one to home. Unfortunately, it was the same one her brother had gone to; him having graduated from it the year she graduated middle school was scarcely a comfort when he blackmailed her into joining the student council. He himself had been the secretary during his second and third year. He even had the gall to claim it would be good for her! In a desperate attempt to escape at least a little bit, Kyou gave in to temptation and joined the arts and crafts club as well. At least she'd be able to choose a bit about her torture. Still, the fifteen-year old can't help but wonder how she was suppose to survive three years like this.

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                                                              phone ▪ being alone ▪ music ▪ books ▪ crafts
                                                              people ▪ loud noises ▪ talking ▪ school ▪ spicy food
                                                              befriending someone by accident ▪ losing her phone ▪ heat/fire

                                                                Is the Student Council secretary because of blackmail, and is in the arts and crafts club due to temptation. She attends the council on Monday / Wednesday - Friday, and the crafts club on Tuesday's. Occasionally switches the day she attends the crafts club to Monday or Thursday if she's feeling particularly murderous in general or to a specific ( or several ) member(s) of one of the clubs.

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                                                              male ▪ fifteen ▪ may twenty-seventh ▪ pansexual ▪ 4'8 ▪ 92lbs ▪ lavender ▪ blond

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                                                              Yuzuru is incredibly outgoing: there's nobody who he can't befriend and don't try to tell him otherwise. In general, he's a go-with-the-flow kind of guy. Very little upsets him or makes me feel uncomfortable, and he's almost endlessly optimistic about everything. Not to mention enthusiastic; while he's not hyper, he definitely has a lot of passion and zest for life. If Yuzuru likes something then he really, really, really likes it, ditto for disliking things. At times he can be rather selfish. Being told "no" tends to make him pout, as does being underestimated because of his small stature. That said, Yuzuru loves it when others baby or spoil him. In other words, he enjoys reaping the benefits of being adorable while still being treated like the man he is in chronological years (well, perhaps not a man yet, but he's definitely not a baby despite being the size of an elementary school student).

                                                              Speaking of being child-sized, he vacillates between enjoying being cute and wishing desperately that he was cooler. Perhaps one of the reasons why Yuzuru crossdress is because he doesn't have a strong sense of who he wants to be, though he tries not to think too hard about things of that nature as he isn't terribly introspective. Either way, he idolizes his older brother, THE NON-CROSS-DRESSER, to a pretty extreme extent, and while he knows that it's impossible, Yuzuru often wonders what it would be like if he was more like him instead of being so tiny and effeminate. He thinks that his older sister, THE DEADPAN CROSS-DRESSER, is really cool. She's probably the cleverest of all of the siblings, and Yuzuru knows that he can always count on her to explain things that he doesn't understand. As for his relationship with his twin, THE HYPERACTIVE CROSS-DRESSER, up until now it's been basically perfect. Though they look quite alike they're actually very different in terms of personalities and preferences, yet they still manage to hardly every argue.

                                                              Romance is probably Yuzuru's favorite thing in the whole world (that and arcade games). He dreams of one day finding his "true love" and is on his way to developing a rather intense complex about his short stature for which high heels only provide a temporary solution; namely that nobody would ever want to date a diminutive boy like him who looks far, far younger than his chronological age. Yuzuru definitely doesn't want to grow up yet. But he also doesn't want to be left behind, the sweet little shota-boy who never gets to give his heart to someone or be taken seriously.

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                                                              The elder twin by a matter of several minutes, Yuzuru has been one of two since the day he was born. And even though he and THE HYPERACTIVE CROSS-DRESSER are technically fraternal, in their younger years they were practically identical. They've always always had fun fooling people, both on purpose and accidentally (people sometimes get them confused even when they're not trying to trick them, and it's always hilarious), and are pretty good at pretending to act like each other. While in recent years their looks have grown more disparate --in addition to Rumiko's eyes being a pure sky blue compared to Yuzuru's pale lavender, she has also outstripped him by several inches in height-- they still enjoy "switching places" upon occasion.

                                                              Cross-dressing always felt natural for Yuzuru. Things like "boys clothes" or "girls accessories" don't really make sense in Yuzuru's mind; if it fits on his body and he likes the way it looks, he'll wear it. He's never objected to his sister raiding his wardrobe, though as teens they've each developed their own distinct sense of style so they mostly wear their own clothing. Though on an intellectual level Yuzuru grasps the concept that he is effeminate, or at least androgynous, he doesn't think of himself as being a particularly girly individual. He's just himself, as he's told his classmates countless times over the years.

                                                              The combination of Yuzuru's seemingly boundless self-confidence and his outgoing demeanor has allowed him to avoid being bullied on all but a few occasions. It's hard to insult a guy who is so genuinely sweet on top of being utterly unapologetic about who he is. Plus having a tough older brother like THE NON-CROSS-DRESSER (not to mention a mysterious, and therefore slightly intimidating, older sister, THE DEADPAN CROSS-DRESSER) was a rather powerful deterrent for those who sought to tease or physically torment Yuzuru for being a tiny, adorable boy who likes to wear dresses. The worst of his childhood bullies were a trio of somewhat stereotypical mean girls, the queen bees of Yuzuru's old elementary school who made it very clear that he was a freak who shouldn't be permitted to play with the girls. In the end, due mostly to Yuzuru's never-failing friendliness, they ended up becoming quite close, and Yuzuru misses them terribly now his family has moved to a different neighborhood.

                                                              For Yuzuru, being in high school is simultaneously exciting and terrifying. He's enthusiastic about having the opportunity to make a lot of new friends (to him, school is more of an opportunity to socialize rather than a chance to acquire knowledge), but it's also dawning on him that he's growing up even if his outward appearance shows little sign of that. Beneath his cheerful countenance lie a number of concerns. Will he ever get taller? Will he ever become more cool, or will he just be cute forever? And will anyone ever want to go out with him? Yuzuru has never really been the type to think too much about, well, anything, but lately his worries have been threatening to consume him, and he can't ignore them forever.

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                                                              arcade games ▪ attention ▪ flowers ▪ love stories ▪ shopping
                                                              being ignored ▪ cooking ▪ horror movies ▪ loneliness ▪ violence
                                                              never finding true love ▪ growing up... but also being tiny forever

                                                                Despite his best efforts, Yuzuru failed to make both the baseball and the basketball because he's terrible at sports, not that he'd ever admit it . Instead, he joined the drama club and the appreciation for all things 2d club, where athleticism isn't necessary.

                                                                If he isn't participating in club activities, Yuzuru can often be found at the local arcade after a school. He is an avid fan of pretty much all games, and is surprisingly skilled at quite a few of them.

                                                                He has a tendency to embrace things that others reject. Creepy crawlies like spiders, snakes, and cockroaches, bad weather, basically anything that is generally interpreted as negative, Yuzuru sees as positive. Even his favorite foods --parsley, green peppers, and bitter goya melon-- are those that are often disliked. In that same vein, he strives to see the good in all people and likes literally everyone. Literally. Everyone.

                                                                Yuzuru owns both versions of the school uniform and enjoys alternating between the boy version and the girl version as the whim strikes him. It's not technically against the rules, so the teachers just go with it.

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                                                              female ▪ seventeen ▪ june 11 ▪ heterosexual ▪ 5'0" ▪ 103lbs ▪ ice blue ▪ pale blonde

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                                                              Does this mean I have to be one hundred and one percent honest? No biases? There isn't much to say other than I'm the best around! Nothing's ever gonna get me down! Wait? What's with that look? Aren't you a sharp, adorable cutie pie. Couldn't get by your keen eyes, could I? This is kind of weird. Talking about myself is a little awkward. It's not everyday someone asks you to describe your own personality. I mean, what exactly am I supposed to say?

                                                              Hmm, I suppose you could say I've got things together? Both my parents are cops and traditional. They made sure I grew up right. I was taught to be understanding and observant since you never know the whole truth right away. Never give up, that's what I believe in. I never tell people exactly what they should do. I give them just enough information to leave them wondering and come to their own conclusions. I'm someone who prefers to guide than lead. I try to be collected and calm, but I am easily influenced by emotion and fired up. I can be much too passionate for my own good. Sometimes, I can collapse from burning myself out. I know I look delicate and like a doll, but I'm nowhere near as fragile. My parents made sure of that. I have a lot of pride and I can be sarcastic. I have a strong sense of justice, too. Ever since I was a kid, I acted like a vigilante. My parents' friends had to drag my kicking self away from danger.

                                                              My family and friends twist my family name around in a nickname to match how fierce I can be. They use the English word "Tiny" which sounds like "Tani" followed by "Kuma." I guess they think Tiny Bear is a cute nickname. I don't mind being called Tiny Kuma, but I don't like it when people point out my height. If they won't shut up about it, I can snap. I'm small, but I'm ridiculously strong, believe it or not. It's just not ladylike, so I don't go around throwing vending machines at people. If anybody threatens someone I care about, I can crack cynical jokes about them. With my parents' line of work, I know there are a lot of bad people in the world, but I still try to remain positive and optimistic. It's a dangerous world, but it's also beautiful. I will fight tooth and nail to protect that beauty. I'm not afraid to speak my mind either. I might get hate initially, but I feel like they'll thank me later on. Raised by strict parents who knew exactly what they wanted out of me, it lead me to becoming a perfectionist. I may or may not be a clean freak. Call me vain, but I pay special attention to how I look. Clothes and make-up have to be on point or I'll walk out the house with a paper bag over my head. I've done it before.

                                                              What else is there to say? Oh. I used to call myself extremely loyal, but lately my loyalty has been torn. My parents work in law enforcement, but my boyfriend winded up being a yakuza heir. Funny how life works, huh? Hehe. If I'm put to the test, I can't say for certain which I'll choose. Knowing me, I'll foolishly try to find a middle ground and just wind up screwing it all up. I feel awful keeping my boyfriend's background a secret, but I want to prepare my parents. Drop little hints, ask weird questions. Stuff like that just so I get a general idea of how they'd react and act accordingly. Heh, I know. It's cowardly of me and not at all fair to either party. Like any other daughter or son, I can be a smart mouth towards my parents and other people. In the past, I was in complete agreement towards their opinion of criminals and claimed they should burn in a fire, but it's different now. Sometimes I get annoyed and have to bite my tongue before I say something to make them suspicious.

                                                              People look at me and how experienced I am in the dating world then think I'm so mature, but I'm really not. I know my best friends look up, well technically down, to me as a big sister figure, but I'm afraid of love. I've been burned a lot by guys and laugh it off with an insult their way as if it doesn't bother me, but it does. When I really like someone, I suddenly get super shy. Those who know me aren't used to that. I end up clumsily falling onto my face and easily moved to fluster. I become jealous, too. I can be impatient when it comes to meeting people I want to see. One time my grandmother came to visit and instead of rushing down to meet her, I jumped off the bridge into her arms. I'm not shy about my feelings. I'm not called the affectionate best friend for nothing. Someone I like calling me by my first name is enough to make me happy. I think I'm confident and daring since I'm not shy about most things. I know what I like and I'm a go-getter. I'm not shy about flirting and giving compliments.

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                                                              You want to know about me? Al'ight, well, this is a very dramatic, tragic story. Grab the ice cream and kittens, laddies. Prepare those handkerchiefs because this is the story of how I died. Ha, no! Go on, pinch me! You'll see I'm alive. Hey, why are you backing off? Go on and pinch my arm! Say, you don't really think I'm a ghost, do you? Hmm... Boo! Hehehe~!

                                                              Might as well start with my parents, right? Mom and Dad met when Dad was moved up from the traffic team to rookie patrol officer. Mom was already on the patrol team for a few years. My mom frequently expressed her annoyance whenever my dad made a rookie blunder. Both of my parents are tall and so is everyone else in the family. I'm the black sheep when it comes to height. I'm hopeful I'll get taller. Just last year I was four foot eleven. What? Hey! It is a big difference! Anyway, Mom was always cleaning up after his mess. Thanks to him, a baddie almost got away a couple of times. He was still new and never really did anything beyond slapping traffic tickets onto people's foreheads, so you couldn't really blame him. Their families were fairly acquainted with each other because near all of them were involved in law. With time, he did improve. Dad could never reach Mom's level, though. My grandmothers tried to hook my parents up for years. As you can see, it worked. Shortly after I was born, my father became a K-9 member of the patrol team.

                                                              I have admired my parents' line of work since I can remember. I would "borrow" one of their helmets, put it on, and walk into walls because it was much too big for my small head. The name of the dog we had was Chairo. He was a big guy. I would ride around on him pretending I was hunting down bad guys. I nurtured a love for comic books and heroes at a young age. My wall was and still is plastered with posters. My shelves are full of figurines, comic books, and manga. Of course, my parents were busy. When I was old enough, staying home alone or coming home to an empty house was normal. In recent years, my mom has started taking more time off work to spend time with me and make up for what she missed.

                                                              My childhood was fairly normal. I was a rambunctious kid always getting into things, climbing high trees, giving my parents heart attacks, and scrapping my knees. I really thought I was a police officer. I would run after people I saw committing a crime and nearly run over kids with my tricycle. Whenever my parents wanted my undivided attention, they would call my name in a commanding tone. Hearing their voice, I stopped at attention. One arm flat against my side, the other arm in a salute. The helmet I wore tilted and covered my eye. Back straight, Chairo sat panting beside me. If I was in trouble, I would pout, stare up through my eyelashes with enlarged eyes, and play with my jam coated fingers. The police department knew me quite well. My parents' colleagues found me whenever I tailed a potential evil doer with the intent of bringing them to justice with my eight-year-old strength. One time, I clamped on a man's leg and refused to let him go as he tried to shake me off. I think if it wasn't law, I'd want to go into acting or become a car racer. For now, I'll settle with drama and arcade racing booths.

                                                              I joined my parents on their daily jogs and exercise. They discovered early on I was a strong kid even though I was small. All the athletics just added to it. My dad is a big guy and quite protective. He made sure I knew how to defend myself should anything happen. I learned a lot from just watching them, too, during the times I followed my parents to work. Not everything was fun and games. My parents did come home injured. Not all the time, but it still worried me. My dad had to go to the hospital a few times. Once, he stayed there for quite a few days. I took those days off from school so I could visit him. When I was fourteen, Chairo passed away. He did not pass naturally. He passed during one of the crazy response calls. They're not common, but they do happen once in a blue moon. Even before we could mourn his death, my dad was assigned a new dog. His name was Gunso. Gunso's previous partner retired from the force. He was not an old dog, but the scars on him displayed his experience. My parents get an earful from me when they come home hurt or Gunso injured. They keep telling me that I teared up. What? Shut up! I didn't! Ahem...

                                                              Around that age boys start seeing girls as something other than cootie banks, I began receiving attention. It's probably because I looked so innocent even back then. Over the years, acquired a lot of confessions from guys. My father hated his. He would do everything in his power to intimidate boys even when we were both innocent children with no real reason for liking each other other than, "You're pretty. I like you. Want to be my girlfriend?" My mom is different. She has changed quite a bit from the cold, strict officer. She chuckles and tells my father I should have some fun. It goes without saying my father does not agree. The first time I ever got a boyfriend, he broke down crying. I didn't even know what a boyfriend meant at that time. I thought it was just a really good friend. In recent years, I have been dating guys in college. I have dated boys my own age, but I am drawn to college men. Unfortunately, every guy I have dated winded up being in love with themselves. They used me for money and gifts. With a few of them, I found out they already had a girlfriend. Some of them knew their boyfriend was toying with me and found it hilarious. I guess I'm just a sucker? Most ended smoothly. They shrugged their shoulders, looked down at me, and said, "Whatever." Some of them left after insulting my height. They told me no guy would go for someone who wasn't sexy. During the odd breakups, they ended in disarray. A couple of times, I had to hold my mom back from skinning them alive with a teaspoon. Mom and I are very close. She is the typical mom who constantly voices her dream of me getting married and having kids, but she is the best mother I could ask for. She can still be scary.

                                                              Before you ask, no. I didn't get very far with my boyfriends. The clothes always stayed on. I'm sure some people would beg to differ. After all, how could someone who goes through guys like socks stay a virgin? The longest I ever dated someone was three months. This will sound catty, but I was never very serious about my relationships with them. There was no spark. I never felt like my heart was going to explode. Sure, I really wanted to see them, but it never felt meaningful. The relationship with my current boyfriend feels like it could be different. Me, who wants to go into law enforcement, is with a yakuza heir. His best friend makes things difficult, but if it's going to work out this time, I'm sure as hell going to fight for it. I'll come out swinging and handcuff him to a radiator!

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                                                              fireworks ▪ steak/junk food ▪ napping ▪ eroge ▪ fast cars and motorcycles
                                                              tall people ▪ busty women ▪ deep water ▪ thunderstorms ▪ injured animals
                                                              her parents dying on the job ▪ failing to protect someone or something she treasures

                                                                I'm a member of the basketball club. Yeah, I'm short. So what? It's easier getting around all of the tall people if you're short. I won't lie. It's annoying when people don't notice I'm there, toss the ball away, and wind up hitting me in the face. I'm also the president of the drama club. I thought being the president of a club would be something good to have on your resume. This is my first year as president. I do get swept away in drama. More emotion, people!

                                                                I carry handcuffs with me everywhere I go. It all started with me pocketing one when I was five. My little cousin used to live near me. Whenever someone picked on him, I used my strength to drag the bully up over to the monkey bars, handcuff them, and just leave them there dangling as the blood left their arm. I was an evil kid. I taught bullies a lesson by bullying them back.

                                                                Another thing is something I only ever revealed to my best friends, but my mind can be pervy and run away with me. Not even my family knows. I order stuff like games and make sure they arrive when my parents aren't home or I address it to my friend's house. Afterwards, I rush it home and lock it up in the box I keep under my bed. How did I discover I like pervy things? I snooped on my Mom's laptop when he forgot to lock it. Yes, my mom. Like mother like daughter, right?

                                                                As a kid, I would always cry to get what I wanted. If I wanted to get revenge on my parents for punishing me for something, I turned on the water works to make them feel bad. Always worked with Dad. I can still cry on command. It's useful if you want someone to leave you alone.

                                                                I have never really cooked for myself. Even though I'm home alone a lot of the time, I fill myself up on junk food and meat. Still, I do cook huge amounts of food. For who? For my friends and whoever I'm dating at the time, of course. I do mean huge amounts of food. Think multi-layer bento boxes. I wasn't kidding when I said I'm strong.

                                                                I love playing with hair and hugging people. I blush whenever my hair is played with, but I am selective with who touches my hair. After Gunso, it's my precious baby. I'll use my height to sucker punch you up in the mandible.

                                                                I'm not flat, but I still can't help openly staring at women with large chests. When I'm too mesmerized, I touch them. A couple of months ago, I was eating lunch with someone and gently grabbed her breast between my chopsticks. It was soft. I got slapped.

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                                                              I think I'm a pretty protective older brother. I'm not an overbearing presence in their lives, I would say, but I'd gladly stand up for them if someone was messing with them. As far as I'm concerned, I'm the only person that gets to give them s**t for anything. I... have been told I have bouts of compassion. The truth of that is still to be decided, but take it how you will. I'm still pretty critical and judgmental, and I can tend to make comments that may seem rude or uncalled for. I can't say my heart is always in the right place, but I know I never make untrue statements.

                                                              It was from my experience in gang life that made me rather fierce and aggressive. I've learned how to keep people mostly at bay with a look alone. Some have told me I have a resting b***h face (but I don't take too kindly to anyone who attributes that description to me). I personally appreciate the fear I can evoke, but I know how to be warm and welcoming, and I can't deny that I have a slight reputation for being rather flirtatious. I always try to maintain personal boundaries, and I'll stop as long as someone asks. (That is, of course, unless I'm trying to make them uncomfortable.)

                                                              Do no harm, but take no s**t, right?

                                                              protective, critical, compassionate, guarded
                                                              flirtatious, judgmental, fierce, occasionally aggressive.
                                                              'do no harm but take no s**t'

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                                                              I grew up the oldest child, and always the target of my parents' astronomical expectations. Coming from more conservative family, I was also the one that was to be married, and have children, and basically bring glory to the Asagi family name. Needless to say, that meant having the perfect grades as well. While my siblings were off doing whatever it is they usually did (crossdressing, of course), I buried my nose in books and studied my a** off.

                                                              I grew envious of my siblings, but I never resented them for anything. I was always the one taking care of them, after all.

                                                              I think it was at 13 that I got in with the wrong crowd. Gangs, I guess. Not the kind you see in the movies, but bad enough to get me in a lot of trouble. I liked the thrills and the adventures and, y'know, being the kid that was always bound down to my desk, I liked being free for a change. I think that was when I realised just how much I hated studying. I stopped paying attention in school, stopped studying after school. I was usually either too tired or too hungover, so eventually my grades slipped enough for the teacher to hold me back a year. Admittedly, I saw it coming long before it actually happened, but it was still a big fat slap in the face. I cleaned up my act. It wasn't easy, hell, it was the worst year of my life, but hey, I did it. I didn't have a pinky chopped off or any bullshit like that. The guys just locked me in a room and beat the s**t out of me. I went home with a bloodied and bruised body, but I was out.

                                                              I still wonder if the kids knew what was happening. I'm sure my sister knew what was happening, of course, but...

                                                              I still haven't gotten back into the habit of studying my life away, and well, old habits die hard. There are still aspects of my previous lifestyle present in the way I live now, but I try to keep that away from my responsibilities as an older brother. I'm just trying to get over third year (and have fun while I'm at it), but until then, I don't really know what I'm doing.

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                                                              sex ▪ beer ▪ video games ▪ his siblings ▪ flirting
                                                              studying ▪ people who pry ▪ bitter food ▪ being touched suddenly ▪ being told 'no'
                                                              coming out ▪ losing his siblings

                                                                I drift in and out of clubs a ton, but I'm not exactly officially in any in particular. I'll mostly pop by only to check up on the kids or to find THE LEADING LADY and irritate the ******** out of her.

                                                                I'm deliberately trying to avoid THE GLASSES-WEARING YAKUZA HEIR. I know almost all there is to know about him without being acquainted. I can't remember if I, or my previous friends, owe his father anything, and I'm not waiting around to find out.

                                                                This isn't exactly a widely-known fact, but I'm... not a hundred percent straight, alright? I've only ever slept with women, but yeah. I don't remember when I first realised I was anything other than straight, but I haven't told anyone, not even the kids. The kids will probably be the last to know, as far as I can help it.

                                                                --

                                                                Refers to his siblings as "the kids".

                                                                Akio's voice is the kind of voice that travels through walls. He speaks eloquently and confidently, and he often commands presence of the room with his stature and aura alone, even if he doesn't necessarily want the attention.

                                                                Thanks to his parents' frequent bouts of absence, Akio taught himself how to cook from a young age. He's nothing near Masterchef material, but he's definitely better than most expect him to be. He knows what his siblings like to eat, down to the last detail. That is, as far as he's concerned.

                                                                He always makes it a point to be home on the weekdays, but he usually disappears over the weekend before reappearing Sunday night.

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                                                              male ▪ eighteen ▪ april 24th ▪ pansexual ▪ 6'1" ▪ 145 lbs ▪ hazel ▪ light brown (originally black)

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                                                              With a calm deposition, Kazuya is known to be the guy with a stoic face, and more-or-less intimidating look. He’s quite a blunt person, often known to say what’s on his mind in a heartbeat. People who knows about the famous Takayanagi syndicate would associate his ‘blunt’ attitude with him being a genuine jerk, especially by the way he speaks. However, Kazuya has been trying to fix up his attitude, letting out a few cuss words here and there whenever he ends up getting angry, but usually tries to stay honest and sincere.

                                                              Now, Kazuya does have a bit of a nasty temper. Through pure body language, if you see a frown forming on his face or if you see him raising up a fist, wanting to break something…He’s definitely pissed. Of course, he won’t hit you or anything, just scream at you, destroy something, and walk off to cool off. In reality, he’s has a pacifistic side, and won’t hit you without a legit reason to do so. He’ll let someone else hit you.

                                                              The boy will mainly become a total softy around his girlfriend, THE AFFECTIONATE BEST FRIEND. Though, it’s a given that Kazuya can soften up to people he’s close to, and be extremely loyal to those he considers his friend. Because he grew up with people with a…not-so-great outlook on life, if you talk with Kazuya, he will be a bit taken back and tend to stumble with words trying to hold a proper conversation with you.

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                                                              The heir to the Takayanagi Syndicate. A nice ring to it, right?

                                                              Now, before you get all happy and joyous, I’m technically not the head honcho’s kid to get your hopes up. Nope. I’m actually the spawn of a love affair between him and a mistress, a cabaret hostess. His actual wife couldn’t have kids in the first place, and I was adopted into the Takayanagi family back when I was only five.

                                                              My real mother was a sweet person, she actually went home, and I was well-taken care of by my grandparents. She didn’t bother associating with my father, up until I started kindergarten. She only told him that she was having his kid, but didn’t want him anywhere near me. My stepmother negotiated to get me to live with them, but, my mother was a stubborn woman, and didn’t want to let me go. Of course, this didn’t end so pretty. My mother had ended up in the hospital, and I was taken to the Takayanagi household by sheer force. I wasn’t able to see her for a very long time.

                                                              Instead of growing up with a happy family, I grew up with shady people, who only knew about my status as the next heir. They called me ‘Boss’ like my father, but it felt weird and intimidating. I was afraid of them. My stepmother had tried to keep my worries aside, trying her best to treat me like a real son. However, one of the first things I had to learn when I stepped into this household was to fight. In case these men weren’t able to protect me… I had to learn self-defense. Karate and judo, mainly. It made me look cool and made me look like I was on top of the world. However, one of my bodyguards, Kenta, had often advised me to never to abuse it. Although he was one of the newer guards, I considered Kenta as my big brother, and I could normally rely on him. He genuinely cared for me, and he was one of the few people I could trust in this household.


                                                              When I started fifth grade, however, my mother had suddenly came to my school unannounced, wanting to take me back home. She looked completely different, desperate to take me back home. She was with a man I never seen before, a person that even makes my bodyguards look more presentable. However, her appearance had made me curious: Why was my mother like this? Was it because of me? At first, I wanted to go with her. I haven’t seen her in the longest time, I wanted to spend time with her. However, Kenta had spotted me before I could leave with her.

                                                              She tried to peacefully negotiate with Kenta. The man she was with, on the other hand, tried to pick a fight with him. My mother ended up getting hit by him, wanting them to stop. He had insulted her, called her names. It infuriated me. Enraged, I began to beat him. Seeing him getting that punishment, for some reason, I got a sudden rush out of it. Possibly because I was getting justice for what he had done? When Kenta eventually stopped me, seeing his defeat made me want to hurt assholes like him.

                                                              You can call me a hypocrite, but when I started middle schools, I began picking fights with guys like him. It felt like a total thrill going out there, and taking them down. I felt like I was one of the best, being one of the tough guys out there and being known to come out on top. Of course, with this reign of terror out and about, I ended up becoming a huge troublemaker and you would most likely would see me in detention... Sometimes suspension…Usually threatened with expulsion.

                                                              Eventually, I ended up picking a fight with the wrong crowd…Of course, you’ll hear about them later on. We’ll just say, their leader had a grudge against me, after beating him down one day. However, I did meet someone else while I was in detention. THE WANNABE DELINQUENT ended up talking to me, and we were well acquainted to the point that we often ended up fighting each other because of his stubborn as hell attitude. By the time we actually settled it, he decided to become one of my followers, wanting to follow me. Although, becoming one of my closest friends sounded like a better idea.

                                                              Either way, remember I said I picked a fight with the wrong crowd? The leader had set out on his revenge shortly after I made peace with THE WANNABE DELINQUENT. Near the end of middle school, I ended up getting attacked when I had to ‘attend’ a party, which lead me to the middle of nowhere. That ‘leader’ ended up bringing a knife, threatening to kill me. Instead of fighting hand-to-hand, he tried to stab me. If it wasn't for Kenta following me, and protecting me, I would've been dead...But I felt horrified seeing one of my closest friends slowly dying in front of me. That kid… He seemed too stunned to even move after what he had done to Kenta, he probably had seemed to have regretted doing it.

                                                              After Kenta’s funeral…It was hard for me to fight anyone. Seeing Kenta’s blood on my hands felt terrifying, and I couldn’t bear to hurt anyone if I end up seeing them end up like him. But…What could I do with myself? With my reputation, it was difficult to go around school acting ‘normal’, especially since I had decided to continue onto a school where a lot of my peers knew about what happened.

                                                              However, I felt fortunate after entering high school. I began playing sports, I soon met THE AFFECTIONATE BEST FRIEND and began dating her. Probably I could live out my high school years like any other guy, but it doesn’t seem like the case.



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                                                              music ▪ sports ▪ his girlfriend ▪ cooking ▪ sleeping
                                                              smell/taste of alcohol ▪ fighting ▪ smell of blood ▪ authority ▪ studying
                                                              abandonment ▪ death

                                                                ＊　Vice-Captain of the Basketball club. Yes, Vice-Captain. Although he hates barking orders at them, he usually likes showing up there just to play basketball or to hang out if his friends are busy. Also a member of the baseball club, where he usually plays whenever he's needed.

                                                                ＊　Hates the living hell out of THE STUDENT COUNCIL, and find that THE STRESS-ABSORBING STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT isn’t even suitable for his job. Even finds that THE BAT-WIELDING VICE PRESIDENT is scarier than him.

                                                                ＊　Can easily stutter and stumble over his words whenever he’s talking to someone he’s not used to, to show he’s not ‘intimidating’. It’s already given that he’ll easily die whenever he has to show affection or is touched a certain way.

                                                                ＊　Can quickly turn into a ‘perverted kissing monster’ if he drinks alcohol. Obviously, doesn’t recall anything once he wakes up, and knows he has some shady stuff floating around on the internet from what he did last year.

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                                                              Konoka is first and foremost a spoiled little girl who may never grow up. She doesn't feel the need to do well in school because she already knows her life is set up nicely for her the moment she graduates. She doesn't care for "making friends" either because most times they don't understand her strange ways and this often leads to terrible misunderstandings that destroy friendships. If not that then it's Konoka's lack of filter saying whatever is on her mind even if it's hurtful and rude which makes it hard to approach the young girl. She's egotistical, a pervert, obbsessive, and becoming her friend usually means she's going to stalk the living crap out of you and get easily jealous when you don't give her attention. Of course, this is all because of the fact that one ,she doesn't have many friends and two, her upbringing consisted of never being told "No". She's only been punished once in her life and that was years ago before even middle school happened if that's any kind of example to exactly how spoiled this child was growing up. The hassle that comes with being friends with Konoka isn't worth all the benefits that you could receive from beings "besties" with her. She's too affectionate, too wierd, too jealous, and too much of a loser...like what kind of teenager throws herself into anime when she can have anything she wants? She could have nice clothes, a rich and hot boyfriend, or even have some amazing foreign car, but no instead of clothes she wants anime/manga, instead of every girls dream man she wants anime men, and forget the car she'd rather have her collectibles!

                                                              She turns a blind eye to almost everything around her, not caring for anything unless it involves herself, someone she cares about, or something she likes. Other than that she could watch some kid get tortured by his peers every day of his life and never do a thing about it. It didn't concern her, so why should she bother helping them? She's literally a girl that will tell the victim to shut the hell up and stop screaming for a teacher because they're interrupting her manga. There is just so much wrong in this one little girl that even a therapist probably wouldn't know what to do with her. He'd look at her report and probably cringe at all the times she mistook her teachers for aliens or her best friends for the anime men she loves. Of course, that's just simply because she's slightly delusional from all the late nights she pulls off throughout the week. This little brat is out of control and her parents think that she's the precious angel sent to them from the heavens above...what kind of heavenly child uses pick up lines on their homeroom teacher because she thought they were Levi?! Her parents are blind and she's way out of hand, but what kind of teenager with a crap ton of money doesn't abuse the power just a bit?

                                                              Now, for those few that stick through it and somehow manage to become friends with her they discover that she's not...as cold hearted as others may believe. Sure, she's freaking weird, but they realize that she's actually nice and does have a caring bone somewhere in her body. She'll go out at all hours of the nights for her friends, stay up on the phone with them all night, protect them with her life if she had to, and most importantly her friends normally have no money problems. It's no easy task to become her friend though because upon showing interest in any kind of relationship with her she'll say something along the lines of "What do you want? My parents money...fat chance, get lost" or "Name at least two kind of -dere types. Who is Kojiro Shinomiya? Will you attempt to steal Shinomiya or Levi from me?". There are a few ways you can get past this and move on to the next step of becoming friends with her. If she tells you to get lost then slowly back away and try again later, she likes persistent people who believe in "never giving up" because it reminds her of the typical main hero of some anime/mangas. If she begins questioning you relentlessly on anime and manga you score instant brownie points with her the more questions you answer correctly. If you know nothing, fear not, just admit you don't know anything and you'll score a few points with her for being honest. If you don't know anything she'll proceed to call you a loser, but don't worry because she'll probably show up with a million and one manga for you to read the next day. If you approach her first all the better for you because persistence is a trait she loves.

                                                              If you make it past that first step, then from there on you just have to make it through everything that is well...her. She loves reading manga and watching anime and will probably call you by the name of someone you look like in one of them. She has a tendency to cling to her friends a bit too much and she loves to climb onto the backs of taller people (even if she doesn't know them). She doesn't cry when she's kicked down or injured and very little scares her...which combined with that mouth of her's is a lot of trouble.

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                                                              Konoka was surprisingly born to a rich family, they have cars out the ying yang, butlers maids, live in a mansion, if you could name it they probably had it. And what exactly did her parents do to have so much money? They led the world in terms of technological advancement, but of course they were not the ones who built the company from the ground up, no that was Konoka's grandfather. She never met the man, but she is often told by her father that the man was an a*****e and a genius all in one human being. He passed away in a terrible car accident when some drunkard decided to run a red light before Konoka was born. Konoka has seen the article of her grandfathers death in her fathers lab several times and he says it serves as a reminder to never touch a drop of alcohol. As for the woman Konoka calls 'mom' she was one of the brains in her fathers company. Her parents say that they used to hate each other once upon a time, but they won't tell her how they grew from 'hate to love'. They always just tell her that that love can bloom in strange places.

                                                              Konoka had been an accidental child since neither mother nor father wanted a child; however, despite not wanting a child they loved Konoka from the moment they laid eyes on her. They gave her everything she ever wanted (they still do) and because of this giving nature Konoka turned out more than a little spoiled. Her unconcerned attitude toward others and belief that she was gods gift to mankind got her little popularity when it came to school, but that hardly bothered her. Why didn't it bother her? Well, that's because she had manga and anime ...who needed people when she had a whole other universe she could run off into?

                                                              You would think that a girl like her would have problems with people bullying her at a younger age, but no, the moment someone tried to bully her in elementary school she told them to "go eat dogshit" and then the kid disappeared the next day. From that day on the rumors began flying about how her parents had the kid and his family deported to some little country that had winter every day of the year. That rumor was only half true, she had indeed told her family about what had happened, but they never deported the family...they just broke it apart. The father had been cheating on his wife and it was a simple task for her family to discover the dirty secret. The mother went back to her parents and took her son with her hence why the boy was never seen by them again. Of course, the kids at school didn't know that and so they steered clear of her and bullies set their eyes on other victims.

                                                              As she grew older her loner behavior only increased to the point where her phone consisted only of her parents phone number. She became more or less a complete shut in and rarely left her room; however, this behavior scared her parents and they encouraged her to make more friends. So, with the encouragement of her parents she sought out to make more friends and one day she did make a friend. The girl was in the same class as her and she had a small interest in anime and games. It wasn't as huge as Konoka's, but it wasn't as if she was clueless either. Konoka was happy with her relationship with this girl, but then she started to notice a few things. This girl would always ask for something from Konoka, at first Konoka didn't mind, but after a while she started feeling used. So, one day Konoka denied the girl and said that her parents were not giving her too much money anymore. The girl was upset at first and left Konoka alone, but she came back hours later asking for Konoka to forgive her behavior. The young Konoka had been so happy and so very blind. She invited her only friend over to her house and had a great time with her, but then once her friend had left she noticed a piece of her collection was missing. It wasn't an expensive piece, on the high maybe two hundred, but the point was that she was positive her friend had stolen it from her. Was money that important to people? Konoka decided she didn't want people if all they wanted from her was her money...at least her anime characters couldn't hurt her. It took no time for the young girl to revert back to her normal shut in self the only difference being that now she trusted people even less.

                                                              The next day Konoka went to go and confront her "friend" about her missing property in hopes of having it returned; however, she instead discovered that the piece was already sold. Of course, her friend didn't outright tell her that, but it was clear as day to Konoka since the girl was wearing a new name brand shirt. Konoka may not have been as fashion savvy as most girls her age, but she knew top of the line clothing when she saw it since her mother constantly flaunted it around. That day all Konoka could think about was how she wanted her so called "friend" gone, but how could she make that happen? She thought hard about what she could do with her friend that wasn't illegal and ended up with herself or her parents behind bars. The answer she came up with was expulsion. She made a call to her parents at lunch time and told them about everything that happened. They were away on business at the time, but they didn't hesitate to contact the principal of the school. They told the man that they would be pulling their daughter out of school and stopping the donations they made since they didn't approve of their daughter being "bullied". The principal quickly told them that he would solve the problem and that they had no need to worry. Konoka could only silently laugh behind her beloved manga when her friend was pulled from class after lunch.

                                                              The rumors of her friends expulsion spread like wildfire throughout her middle school, but whenever Konoka was approached about the subject she would simply brush them off. She let them think whatever they wanted besides what they thought was pretty much on point. The rest of middle school was rather boring and uneventful for the young girl.

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                                                              Anime/Manga!▪ Video games ▪ HER SHIPS! ▪ Drawing ▪ Writing
                                                              School ▪ Cleaning ▪ Working in general ▪ Authority (namely teachers) ▪ Losing
                                                              Audiences ▪ Losing loved ones

                                                                • Fluently speaks three different languages, Japanese, English, Korean. She learned because she wanted to read and watch manga/anime in foreign languages. She is known to swap languages randomly at times.
                                                                • Maintains a "C" average because as long as she's passing her parents don't get mad at her. The one time she was ever punished was because she came home with nothing but, failing grades on a report card in elementary school.
                                                                • Is a member of the "love for all things 2D".
                                                                • She does indeed have a ship for everyone in the school, but she refuses to give herself one because that would be like admitting she liked someone. She's strange and weird, but she's not dumb, she knows that she isn't the kind of girl men are looking for and she refuses to change herself for a man too. This is why she chooses anime men because they can't really tell her "no". If you ask her about the person she ships you with she will gladly tell you, but she won't explain her reasoning. All of her ships would be considered crack because she hates canon.
                                                                • Lets say that once more, SHE HATES CANON PAIRINGS! Following the majority is just too main stream for her *epic hair flip*
                                                                • She is aware that her parents have bodyguards hidden around the school for her be it members of the faculty or others "students". She is unsure as to who or where they are, but she knows that they are around because her parents are way too protective over her.
                                                                • Her family currently leads the world in terms of technological advancement, but Konoka herself knows very little about technology. She only knows how to do what benefits herself like downloading anime/manga and ordering things online.
                                                                • Is given a crap ton of money from her parents because being a passionate otaku with a collection like the one she has is not cheap.
                                                                • She goes to school of her own free will because as many times as she says she hates people she's still holding out hope for them. She convinced her parents not to have her home schooled.
                                                                • Her parents are rarely home, often out of country, but the maids, bodyguards, and butlers take good care of her.
                                                                • When her friends tell her that they can't go out because they have to "clean their room" she quite literally does not understand. "Isn't that what the maids are for?"
                                                                • Is the only child to her parents and normally would be considered the heir, but had no want for the spot. It was also decided before she was even born that the company would be left to the son of her parents best friend and partner. They were just lucky he turned out to be super tech savvy, but it's unfortunate for him that he's stuck with Konoka for life since it was in the agreement that when he took over Konoka would still live the way she always has. Pampered.
                                                                • Konoka has a crush on her tech savvy senpai, but she refuses to admit it and childishly replaces those feelings with "hate". He is not fond of her and often calls her a "lazy and undeserving slob".



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                                                              Tenchi lives by a very simple, very easy to follow rule, “Minimal Exposure”. What does that mean? Well Tenchi tries to exude as little a presence as possible. It’s akin to turning into white noise, people are aware of your existence but they pay no attention to you. That’s what Tenchi prefers the most. Being from a poor family, Tenchi has always had a difficult time making friends. When he was a child, he had to come straight home to help out and tend to his siblings. Therefore he never had the practice of making friends and interacting with others. On top of that, he was often picked on as a child due to his shabby looking attire. Children can be such cruel beings and Tenchi learned that all too young. Therefore he lives by the creed that he will interact with everyone as little as possible and make it such that rarely will people feel inclined to interact with him. Though a small spanner in the works is that he's academically gifted, often coming first in all exams.

                                                              Contrary to what you might believe after the previous, Tenchi actually has quite an exuberant spirit that he only shows when alone. He is quite passionate at what he loves and at very rare times he wishes to share his love with someone else. However he often believes he might get looked down on with his interests. Tenchi after all is a man of the performing arts. Many times he has wanted to join the school's choir but had been too timid, too self-conscious about it that he just watched from afar. But deep within him, he wants to express himself a bit better but alas a childhood of wrong lessons has made him into the shell of a hermit he is.

                                                              Now we can’t get away without talking about his intelligence. Coming from a poor family, Tenchi has learned the value of education something both his parents had been lacking. While he couldn’t afford a world class education, he got his hands on a lot of used books and made regular use of the public library. Tenchi read anything he could get his hands on. Fiction to non-fiction, books well above his level of understanding, he consumed it as if it was water. Thus, Tenchi had amassed quite a collection of knowledge over his years. But anyone can read right? Well that’s where Tenchi splits off, he can apply this knowledge to real world situations. Not that he has very much need to, but Tenchi can almost always come up with a solution to any problem. What might surprise you is that these can be emotional based problems as well. Being quite sensitive about these things he does understand the human emotion quite well.

                                                              Lastly, Tenchi is a cnynic. And the answer to why should be obvious. Coming from a childhood of being poor, gradually moving alone learning that he was better off alone. He hadn’t been given quite the optimistic outlook on life, and as sad as this sounds it’s easier to believe everything will fail then believe something will go right and be disappointed when it doesn’t.

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                                                              You might say that Tenchi’s early life was a product of extreme unluckiness and being screwed over by the big guy. Born to a humble farming family, both his parents were people who worked off the land and made a decent living with it. But shortly after his birth, their farm land was ‘brought’ off them… okay I’m not going to be nice, some big company threw a lot of money at some people and now where Tenchi’s family farm once was, was a mega resort. Tenchi’s family was forced to move into the big city. Both his parents had graduated highschool but their educational background was slim to say the least. Their agricultural skills were useless in the big city and they had to resort from job hopping from convenience stores to fast food joints. Tenchi doesn’t blame them, they tried their best despite how hopeless the situation looked. They had three children to feed (often or not they would go days without eating). Tenchi being the oldest had the task of looking after his three siblings while balancing school and doing anything he can to help his family out.

                                                              This in turn had Tenchi home most of the time, he often had to skip school (much to his parent’s disapproval) to ensure his siblings weren’t alone. He was never held back however because even while he did skip, he always got good grades at school. He always handed in his homework and when he was at school he seemed to be leaps and bounds ahead of his classmates. All this however lead to quite the serious case of bullying. Tenchi was picked on, he was picked on for his shabby clothes, for his cheap stationary, for how well he did in school. The bullies found any little flaw in him and made it into their joke. School became a personal hell and Tenchi had actually began enjoying the days where he didn’t go. Where he could just spend in the small sanctuary of his home and just read. Those days became peaceful to him.

                                                              On very rare occasions his parents would treat him the small special things. Community run events that didn't require any money to enjoy. Among his favorites, Tenchi was particularly captured by the performing arts. Music, dance, drama, he attended many festivals with his family and just sat and watched as people from all walks of life performed in front of him. He became in love with it. A love that ran perhaps even deeper than his love of books. His parents saw this love and went ahead signed him up for a free gymnastics classes. At first he was hesitant. It was a time of his life where he had already began shunning social interactions. But his parents wouldn't take not for an answer and thus he attended. While not exactly what he had seen in the traveling performers, he fell in love with it. It kept him healthy and built some strength in his otherwise weak character. Even now, Tenchi would occasionally practice. He extended this further to learning dance by himself. He would try to imagine songs he has heard before (because he couldn't afford to actually buy music). These would mostly be idol songs, but he made whole dance routines while humming the basic tune. It was something he enjoyed, naturally he made sure no one was around when he did this.

                                                              When he entered Highschool, a deep impression had already been left on him. Tenchi no longer wanted to interact with anyone. He just preferred to be left alone and would appreciate if everyone else did the same. He even began to pretend to be a mute, since no one had heard him speak a word ever since he entered highschool most people believed him. It made things just a whole lot easier as people would find it too troublesome to interact with him. There were a few who tried and Tenchi genuinely considered in trying to ‘make a friend’. But in the end, he decided that it wasn’t worth it. Nothing that had to do with people could bode good results. Thus Tenchi’s highschool life will be a lonely one. However, he doesn’t mind this, he has gotten used to it and if he needed company there was always his siblings. Though he knew one day he wouldn’t have their company anymore and that has been causing quite the anxiety in him.

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                                                              books ▪ singing ▪ games ▪ cooking ▪ gymnastics
                                                              bullying ▪ bitter foods ▪ big companies ▪ crowded areas ▪ show offs
                                                              losing his siblings ▪ allowing someone to believe his a friend ▪ the dark

                                                                Much to his misery Tenchi was forced by his homeroom teacher to either join a club or be part of the student council. When he weighed the options in his mind, in a club he would have most definitely been forced to interact with people so therefore he chose to be part of the student council. Picking treasurer because (in his mind) it required the least amount of social interaction and he was quite good and quick and calculating budgets.

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                                                              It's often that people's first impressions of Mayu are that she is mousy and quiet. Only the latter is true. She isn't the least bit nervous or shy, just softspoken and somewhat cagey. Although, she can be a little jumpy. The blank expression that she wears most of the time makes her inscrutable and difficult to read. She doesn't really talk unless someone speaks to her first or unless it's necessary in the situation she's currently in. Instead of using words, she has a habit of expressing herself through physical contact and is incredibly touchy-feely. If she wants your attention, she'll probably tap you on the shoulder instead of calling your name. If you're obviously having a bad day, she won't hesitate to come over and give your hand a squeeze. If you're someone close to her, she'll probably greet you with a hug. Benign and gregarious, she is naturally kind-hearted and loves being in the company of others. She's a really gentle person; the most physically violent thing she's probably ever done to someone is push them, and that was to get to the front of a crowded food vendor. A tolerant girl, it's unusual for her to be hateful or purposely rude to someone, and she likes to keep an open mind while being thoughtful of others. Of all her traits, the one the probably stands out the most of how oblivious she is to her surroundings. If there was an award to being the last one to find out about something, Mayu would win. She's absent-minded and inattentive and is rarely ever aware of anything that is going on. Also rather dense, she will be slow to understand some things. Despite this, it doesn't seem to bother her too much and she just goes with the flow.

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                                                              On a cool and quiet April morning in Owaraidon, a girl named Mayu was born to a middle-class couple in their early thirties. She had light brown hair, pale pretty skin, and a rather difficult transition into the world. Her mother was in labor for hours upon hours before she was finally born a healthy infant. As a young child, the girl was cheerful and lively, always happy to run about in the sunshine and play all sorts of games. She was also an only child and spent the majority of her time with her grandmother―a white-haired old woman with wrinkles around her eyes and mouth from years of laughter and smiling. She was a very touchy-feely and hands-on person, who believed that physical contact created connections between people. Mayu's grandmother was also rather plump, as she loved to eat. She was the one who convinced Mayu's parents to open a cafe. The old woman lived with her son ever since her husband, Mayu's grandfather, died of a heart attack a couple weeks after Mayu's birth. Mayu absolutely adored her grandmother and never went more than an hour without talking to her (in exception to school). She was also taught all sorts of new things by her, such as knitting and gardening. Mayu's grandmother also attempted to teach her how to bake, but that ended terribly and in a complete mess. Nonetheless, the two had fun.

                                                              The day Mayu's grandmother died was a saddening and shocking day for everyone in the family. Even so, no one was hit harder by her death than Mayu, who was only nine years old at the time. She fell into a depression that lasted nearly a year. During that year, she didn't speak unless she had to and kept to herself as much as possible. Eventually she came into terms with the death and decided to start anew. Even so, she didn't quite return to her normal self. She spoke noticeably less than she used to when she was younger and became much less emotional. Gone was the constant smiles and laughter; gone was her grandmother. Mayu tried to hold on to her grandmother as much as possible by unconsciously adopting some of her quirks and practicing her hobbies when she had the time. After some time, those quirks became a part of her personality, and those hobbies became her own favorite pastimes. A new Mayu was born. One that was a bit soft-spoken, had a habit of expressing herself through physical contact, loved to eat too much food, gardened, and knitted.

                                                              As she had been doing all her life, Mayu worked hard on her chores and schoolwork. She was a good child too, never one to cause trouble and always full of thought. While she was friendly and sociable, she had very few close friends. Although, there are two certain girls that she sees as sisters. Her parents own a local cafe that is popular among high school students, and business is always good. Mayu does not have a part-time job, but she will help out at the cafe behind the counter or cleaning up from time to time and likes to volunteer whenever she can.

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                                                              all-things-food ▪ flowers ▪ physical contact ▪ gardening ▪ knitting
                                                              being ignored ▪ being pushed away ▪ hunger ▪ cruelty ▪ disappointment
                                                              breaking ties ▪ isolation

                                                                ✿ tab Before she died, Mayu's grandmother taught her how to knit. Knitting is a regular hobby of her's, but she keeps it a secret because it's 'granny-like.'

                                                                ✿ tab Another hobby of her's is looking for new places to try new food and drinks as she rarely eats her meals in the same place.

                                                                ✿ tab Mayu is also deeply afraid of breaking ties with people. She is always sure to keep in contact with old friends, and hates the feeling of losing someone.

                                                                ✿ tab If you ever need help getting around the city, Mayu will happily step up. She knows her way around.

                                                                ✿ tab She absolutely loves being praised and patted on the head.

                                                                ✿ tab Has multiple nicknames, such as Mayuyu, MayuMayu, and Ma-chan.

                                                                ✿ tab Mayu is a member of the Art Club. She especially loves to work with ceramics and pottery, and will enjoy painting from time to time.

                                                                ✿ tab She is Vice-Captain of the Swimming Club. Although she doesn't appear to be much of an athlete, she's a strong swimmer and excels in it. While she's quiet, she will still cheer on the team and help to lead the stretches.

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                                                              Hmm, where can I start about my personality? Oh, right. I'm pretty sure you're curious about the whole "stress-absorbing" part. Well, yes, I do consider it part of my personality. It seems like I unconsciously absorb stress - which believe it or not, effects me greatly. Although, it's not like I openly deal with it - even if it gets excessive. Normally I just shut myself in my room at home after school, or I just hide myself in the large locker in the student council room. After all, what good does it do if you just have a break down in the middle of the hallway? Um...anyway, to wrap this up, despite unconsciously doing this, "absorbing" the only reason why it happens is because I allow for it to happen, it just naturally comes to me. Now shall we move onto another trait? Yes, now let's look at another of my negative traits that must be well-known as far as I know: weak-willed. At least to my peers. Maybe in general. I don't know. But regardless, I'm one of the biggest pushovers you'll ever meet. Tell me to do a favor for you, I might do it. Keyword: might. If the situation gets too dangerous or frightening, I'll pull out and leave you hanging. In the end, however, I will do my best in making it up to you (not really, I have my own things to attend to).

                                                              Okay, now here's a big thing: neurotic. It might seem "hardee-harhar," but in reality, it's not. Despite saying that I shut myself in my room or the locker in the clubroom, you will hear me probably screaming my lungs out which is something I normally don't do (or sing some sort of magical girl theme song). Physical venting is just something I can't, and never will, do. Now, there will be times where I will have breakdowns in the middle of class, but that's mostly because I might have forgotten to take my medication. Anyway, I can safely guarantee that my neurosis stems from my anxiety disorder which comes from me being constantly stressed out and the lack of social interaction I have now. Not only that, I had to live with my father's constant expectations with only bribery that told me that he loved me. And no, I'm not an introvert, it's just that I find it difficult to communicate with people my age... Some kids are just like that, accept it. Now you have the gist of my personality on the negative perspective: a weak coward, who has anxiety.

                                                              Now enough about the melancholic undertones. While I'm having virtually difficult moments to stay relaxed, let's look at some positives about me, okay? Okay - just don't feel pity or anything. Yeesh. Now, I’d be lying if I said I was a calm, relaxed person because we, seriously, just went over that. Though I present myself as calm, I'm actually quite vocal; as if I hadn't mentioned it already. My tone of speech, on the other hand, does tend to be quite formal when I'm feeling okay. I'll respond when I am required to and what words leave my mouth will end up representing me in a way. I'll freak out; that's my anxious side showing. I'll complain; that's my "never satisfied with anything" side showing. I'll say something nice and I'll mean it. Those sides plus others make me who I am and it's not like I'll get anything out someone liking me for pretending. It'd be interesting to see how they'd react though, so maybe I'll play some teasing jokes here and there. In any case, I don't hide things from people and myself. I'm a genuine person, even if I seem like an a** to you...just keep me "calm," and I won't breakdown in front of you. I'll be a nice guy. Promise.

                                                              And finally, "tidy." That speaks for itself. I'm a clean, hygienic guy who likes to makes schedules for himself. I wash my hands after using the bathroom and I take a while in the bath just to make sure I am clean. I also carry a planner that has all my times in. It can get a little obsessive though...wait! This is suppose to be a paragraph dedicated to positives, right!? Uh, uh...uh. I-I don't know how to really expand on being tidy? Clean? Organized? Um, another synonym!? ORGANIZED? ...What do you mean I already mentioned that!? O-okay, I knew I was bad at this, but I didn't expect it to happen...here. I'm clean! I have all my shots and sharing food is nasty! I don't understand how you teenagers do this... This isn't even about my personality anymore! Wait, is it? I-I'm cutting this short as I practically covered most of what I am...geez.

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                                                              Hang on...I'm still recovering from that last...thing. Just let me take a deep breath and I think I should last until the end of this..."biography." I think I could handle this, after all I did have to do some speeches in the past. Not on my life though, but I think it should be enough regardless, as long as it doesn't go over five paragraphs or something.

                                                              I suppose I'll start sometime after my birth? Okay, so I was born to two workaholic parents named Arata and Hikaru Arakaki, here in Owaraidon. Both of parents (thankfully) took time off their jobs just to spend some time with me when I was in my developing stages, yet because they got bombarded with more work upon their return, they settled with only having one child: me. They would work the long hours in the office and I would often find myself lonely most of the time. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't entirely neglected. In fact, my grandparents from my father's side lived awfully close by so I would usually wander there when I got bored during the weekends. Sometimes when my parents couldn't pick me up from nursery school, it was my grandfather who did. He was the type to tell stories about his younger days and say how kids my generation were lucky to have the most updated technology. Unlike some kids, I loved hearing his stories and would always reject my friends' offers to visit their houses. Look here, I had friends as a child. How I neglected to continue making them will happen soon.

                                                              Anyway before moving to the city, my grandparents were country folk and had their very own farm and animals. And when I was a kid, having the luxury of surrounding yourself in animals sounded much better than sitting all day in an office, so it became my aspiration. On one rare occasion, both my parents had the day off and I expressed my desire to own a farm to them. Strangely enough, they took me to one, which was owned by my father's brother's wife's cousin's uncle, so a distant relative of some sort. For that entire day, the distant relative allowed me to help around and at first, I enjoyed it. Until, I messed with the wrong rooster... From that day forth, I vowed to never step in another farm again and my fear of chickens aroused. Since then, something in my father awakened and on one particular day, he excused me from school just to bring me to his workplace. Being a clueless five year old I was, I didn't understand him when he told me these words: "One day, Shinobu, you will be standing here instead of me," or maybe something similar to that (he owned his own little private company, while my mother was a secretary for another). When I started primary school, he got even more passionate and started to help me out with all my homework and all that. My mother seemed suspicious of her husband's actions, but she didn't butt in or anything. In fact, she was just happy that I was spending quality time with my father - as she told me.

                                                              As a few more years sprinkled on by, it was only until I was ten did I realize that my father really started to care for me being the top of my class. He'd shower me with affection when I showed him my passing grades and the times when I didn't pass, he'd wave me off. I did look to my mom and grandparents for comfort on occasions and they would tell him to tone it down. However, it wasn't until I was about eleven did he give me an incentive: "Son, if you get a good grade on your next exam, I will buy you something you'd like." At that time in my life, I was a very easily swayable kid. When my classmates asked for my notes, I'd give it to them. Thankfully, I still had my close friends from nursery school so every time they sensed someone "pushing" me around, they would step up. Oh! But back to the...the incentive! As a kid and even more so now, I was (and still am) obsessed over mecha anime and all things related to it, I'll even slip up that I started liking magical girl animes around that time, too. Allow me to backup a bit and say that around ten years old I started my gunplastic collection and those ones were obtained by my birthday or holidays. Anyway, with said obsession, whenever I aced even the tiniest exam, I got a gunplastic in return. And ever so slowly, my collection just kept growing each year.

                                                              In those years, however, I grew even more distant towards my friends, who surprisingly have a lot of patience. Unfortunately, as the years went by we all went to different high schools. Wait, no, they went to a different high school than I did - the local private school. You see, I tried to join them. I took the entrance exam and then failed, where they all passed. It...doesn't make sense. I should have passed, but I missed one more point. I was devastated when that happened...they just told me, "better luck next time," but it never happened. I ended up going here to Manzai and I tried my best to drive other students away because I preferred studying. I actually wanted to study so I can go to the private school they go to, but each year I kept failing. And before I could even count my days, I'm already here. A third year high schooler with no friends. Ahaha, but don't pity me and sob all over this. In the time I spent here, I was in Student Council for all three years, climbing my way up to where I am now! I appealed to others by letting them throw me around and I forgot about them, those so-called "friends" - I hadn't made a single, real friend since going here! In the countless hours of studying, I didn't even know I had a cousin from my mother's side who attends this very same school!

                                                              But you know what I can't get over? The fact that all my studying is slowly starting to become useless. You see, I rejected my father's idea of taking over his business because business isn't my thing. I didn't explore any other fields while I was here. You can kind of say I wasted my youth just doing nothing. Ah, yes. Nothing. Here I stand in the highest "rank" of the Student Council and what do you see here? A weak coward who refuses to see the future because he DOESN'T HA- oh my. No, I-I really didn't mean to say what I said. Allow me to take just a quick breath before moving on, calmly. Fhooooo-haaaahh. Okay, in a nutshell: I don't have friends, because I didn't make any - and neither did I want to. I'm already at my last year in high school and I'm just sitting here, absorbing all the problems the school has to offer. In the meantime, I completely forgot to explore any future career choices because even up until today, my father continued with his whole incentive thing. Because I started to act differently in terms of behavior, my parents had me checked up towards the end of my first year, and they diagnosed me with neurosis. And lastly, excuse me for breaking down. It was not my intention but I suppose I did prolong this. Very well, I'll be off to the nurse's.

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                                                              mecha anime ▪ magical girls ▪ tomatoes ▪ working on my lonesome ▪ extra, super bitter coffee
                                                              troublemakers ▪ being a human sponge ▪ lemons ▪ peer pressure ▪ random outbursts
                                                              chickens ▪ the paranormal ▪ not having a so-called "future"

                                                                As with my title says, I'm the student council president, as well as a member of the Anime club aka the "Appreciation for All Things 2D" club - which I don't understand why they need to elongate the name. In any case, I try to attend and participate in both clubs, but I have a slight bias towards the Student Council; therefore, you won't really find me in the "anime" club a lot.

                                                                Both of my grandparents are still alive and living near us. The thing is, I just don't see them very often anymore because I choose not to. While I do miss my grandfather's stories, I hadn't made the time to see them; thus, our relationship grew just as distant as those in the private school.

                                                                Me liking magical girls isn't so much a secret to the Student Council. I may have sung a theme song while I was in the locker cooling down, and god-forbid I did not know they were there. But of course, I have not shed a single tear of shame and I am completely open with people knowing, of course, you must ask me of it.

                                                                I'm not entirely a fan of anyone super boisterous or troublesome - or anyone scary for that matter. You know the WANNABE DELINQUENT and his friend there, Glasses boy? Yeah, they scare me shitless. I absolutely hate being around them and it doesn't help that we're in the same class for this entire year.

                                                                While I allow people to run me over, I honestly don't like it. Yes, I am an open person, but that doesn't mean I'll blurt all my dislikes and likes out. I want to keep some items of interest a secret and I do believe I have the right to do that.

                                                                I swear, I'm not insane. Breaking down mentally and insanity are two different things! I mean it! Or at least hope. Er...really, they are. My neurosis has actually been diagnosed, sometime during one of my high school days and I take medication for it to keep me still. Sometimes the side-effects can get a little...weird, however. I apologize in the future for any mishaps I will cause.

                                                                Lastly, those career sheets that they give out? I lose mine on purpose because I'm afraid of being called into the counselors and be interrogated with questions like those. Normally, I just excuse it with something like, "I'll turn it in later to Izumiya-sensei." ...I never do.

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                                                              female ▪ twenty-three ▪ dec.20th ▪ heterosexual ▪ 5'5" ▪ 120 lbs ▪ gray ▪ silver

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                                                              Chizuru is an amiable, gentle, and thoughtful young woman with a positive attitude to carry her through the day. Although she lacks the socialite’s heart and a carefree spirit, she makes an effort to treat company how she would want to be treated: with kindness and respect. She is also considerate of and takes other people's feelings very seriously, which may conflict with her need to treat everyone fairly when it comes to choosing between telling them what they want to hear or the truth (otherwise known as her opinion), thus habitually sugar-coats her words. She’s friendly towards almost everyone she meets, is quick to forgive rather than hold grudges, and does not let the opinions of others influence her encounters. Of course, Chizuru is not without her biases in terms of seniority; revering those older than her while the younger-aged are patronized just a bit. Perhaps the only exception is with her students, holding them and their education higher than even herself. However, instead of a cause for respect, this makes her quite a pushover whenever the complaints of her class are involved. Being fairly new to the job only adds to her acquiescent tendencies.

                                                              She may not look or act it, but Chizuru is fully capable of protecting herself and loved ones if ever necessary. Unfortunately, as one who “wears their heart on their sleeve”, not even her fighting prowess can fend against negative feedback or scorn. Chizuru is sensitive, and while she may attempt to play it off (or better yet, change the topic) so as not to worry others, the hurt will remain in her heart for weeks on end unless someone intervenes to resolve her emotions; for she is not the confrontational type. Saying this, she prefers to keep social interactions light-hearted and save the theatrics for drama class.

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                                                            ▌ BIO.GRAPHY

                                                              Thought to be the only child born into a middle-class family, Chizuru was initially the apple of her parents’ eye. She was raised to become the prim and proper young lady who would carry the Minamoto name higher up the social ladder. The girl, however, just felt pressured by her parents’ expectations and constantly failed to impress them as a result of her anxiety. It was only thanks to the birth of her baby brother three years later (being two-years-old at the time) that gave Chizuru much-needed breathing space, allowing her to stretch out her wings a little further from the confines of an intimidating future. But having only known the scrutinizing eyes of her guardians burning holes into her back beforehand, she came to love and cherish the company of a sibling in her quest of self-discovery.

                                                              She actually had a knack for calming Ryouta down whenever the infant was cradled in her arms, or feeding him applesauce without it being flung back at her face. He tended to follow her around the house, claiming that he was “watching her back” despite his short legs making it hard for him to keep up. At times, in his attempts to protect her, it was usually the protected (Chizuru) who ended up looking after the self-proclaimed protector (Ryouta) for both their sakes. His habits were endearing, nonetheless. Outside of family care (but due in part to time spent around her brother), Chizuru found boys easier to befriend than girls. Sports activities she previously took up as a way of watching Ryouta became something she could enjoy on its own merit with her guy friends.

                                                              Her parents, of course, were nothing short of appalled by their daughter’s tomboyish habits. They did what they could to prevent the habit from turning into a character trait – from extending her social etiquette lessons to refusing any and all play dates. But Chizuru would be having none of it and put her foot down for the first time, going so far as to cut her hair in an act of rebellion. Her parents were shocked to say the least, for in the ten years they raised her thus far, never had she tried to fight what they forced upon her. What they did not know, however, was the fact that Chizuru had simply kept her distress and resent bottled up inside until now. Although reluctant, her parents allowed their daughter to choose what she wanted to do with her life; which was becoming just like her admirable elementary school teacher.

                                                              Strange enough, she cannot put a face or name to the root of her inspiration… All Chizuru knew was after her last year of elementary school, her parents signed her up for aikido. They reasoned that because she was now at the adolescent stage, it was imperative that she know how to properly defend herself…or else be taken advantage of. Unlike social etiquette lessons, Chizuru excelled in her self-defense classes, throwing off opponents twice her size or out-maneuvering black belts with ease. She recalled a member of the yakuza offering her a place in his group on account of her exceptional fighting skills, but kindly declined since that sort of life was not her style.

                                                              Unfortunately, as far as using the opponent’s movements against them went, Chizuru’s middleschool friends would often use her kindness against her whenever they needed a willing “Mary” or goody-goody to copy homework from. Why, her first love required she do his homework for him if she ever wanted a relationship out of it. If not for Ryouta’s intervention on the matter, Chizuru might have never learned and continued the same shtick through highschool. But as with any victory, there are always consequences – in the form of heartbreak. Although the love between them hadn’t been real, the rejection on his part still hurt her. It would develop into a fear later on; a fear she refused to tackle all through her secondary education. Thus, she remained single while her friends grew up and found their true love. She either became the third wheel of a relationship or abandoned, and although she desired to find someone she could call “honey” (and later “hubby”), besides her fear of rejection holding her back…she felt unprepared. Despite the gradual decline in her company, she could always count on her family being there for her. Speaking of which…

                                                              The family had planned to celebrate Mr. Minamoto’s big promotion with a grand dinner at a fancy restaurant. Then the car accident occurred. While everyone was fortunate enough to survive the crash, Chizuru suffered a minor concussion and broken arm and Ryouta ultimately lost his right foot. She was by her brother’s bedside after the amputation procedure and kept up her support with daily visits to the hospital after school whilst he recuperated from the trauma. For a time, Chizuru resorted to borrowing school supplies from friends so that every penny – including the money meant for that family dinner two weeks ago – went into his foot care.

                                                              It’s been seven years since then, well passed the age Chizuru passed the entrance exam into the university of her choosing. Now fresh out of university, she teaches at the highschool she graduated from and, what’s more, where her brother currently attends as a third year. Chizuru intends to find “the one” before Ryouta graduates, though seeing as he’s already on his last leg of highschool, she must work fast!

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                                                              her students ▪ her job ▪ learning new things ▪ family ▪ good company ▪ romantic comedies / novels ▪ helping others ▪ sports ▪ children ▪ baking and cooking (really sucks at it though) ▪ all living creatures
                                                              peer pressure ▪ fighting (unless it's self-defense) ▪ deceit of any kind ▪ rumors ▪ emotional pain ▪ idelness ▪ the word "hate" ▪ the idea of failing her students ▪ put-downs ▪ troubling / worrying others
                                                              rejection ▪ losing loved ones ▪ never finding "the one"▪ dying alone ▪ living with regrets ▪ cars

                                                                Chizuru has seen Ryouta without his bandanna because come on how could she not, they live together. She feigns ignorance, however, just so he believes he has a secret of his own. :3c

                                                                Chizuru and Ryouta actually ride a two-person bike to school due to their mutual fear of cars (though Chi still drives if she really has to). While it does the job...people often mistake the two as a couple since Chizuru looks quite young for her age.

                                                                Although Chizuru graduated from university, she still lives with her parents. It isn't that she's a freeloader – doing what she can to help around the house in the "work for your keep" way – she just wants to find herself a lover so she does not have to branch off from her family life alone. Not to mention, her terrible cooking skills means she wouldn't last long by herself unless she's fine having cup ramen every day. So she is hoping, even if it does not fit the gender stereotype, that her future husband knows how to work a stove... However, because mom and dad want her to become truly independent already, Chizuru agreed that if she did not find a romantic partner by the time Ryouta graduates, she would leave regardless.

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                                                          ✿ rykushiba
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