KORE GA!
KORE GA!
KORE GA「UPDATE 」DA!
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[X]Fuck it. Kick open the grate in front of you, drop down into the classroom, brush the dust off of you, and take your goddamn seat.
-[X] Thanks for the company Mizore, was fun. Maybe I'll see you later.
--[X] Or translated to Jotaro, 'Nod at her.'
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You herd the man. Do it Eva.
YOU WHO HAVE GATHERED THE SEVEN DRAGON BALLS, I SHALL GRANT YOUR WISH.
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You are Ginei Morioka. President (and sole member) of the Newspaper Club. Super rare S-Class Monster「Werewolf」. Unashamed lecher, and actually
much more of a badass than the people around you take you for, especially under the full moon. It's a good thing (for their sakes) that you're more a lover than a fighter (although you have been known to mix pleasures from time to time~).
It's just a few minutes until class starts. Man, it really sucks that there're no real babes in this class...
Suddenly, a ventilation grate on the ceiling comes down and hits you in the head.
Hard. "OW!"
After massaging the sore spot on your head for a second or two, you look up.
And see a dude, his bottom half dangling from the ceiling. ...What the fuck was he doing up there in the first place?
The fella drops the rest of the way down to the floor and lands on his feet with no visible effort, narrowly avoiding landing on you.
He takes a moment to brush himself clean of dust, then looks back to the darkness in the ceiling and gives a curt nod, before then taking his desk.
What do you do?
[]Nothing. Absolutely goddamn nothing.
[]Start somethin- wait, it's that guy who alerted those babes in the changing room to your presence yesterday afternoon. And besides, class is going to start in a few minutes. Don't start something after all.
[]Put the ventilation grate back in its proper place. Honestly, this guy...!
-[]On second thought,
he kicked down the grate, he should be the one to have to put it back.