You are Takami Yuta, magi in training. You have three years to confess your love beneath the cherry blossoms.
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Y1E0.1 - Prologue
Gally
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Enter ARASHI and FURUTA, stage right. Each wears a school uniform of dark blue with white ties. On their breasts is a black mountain tipped in pink.
Enter HARADA and NEZU, stage left. Each wears a female version of Arashi and Furuta's uniforms.
ARASHI, HARADA, and NEZU all stare at him.
Exit ARASHI and FURUTA, stage right. Exit HARADA and NEZU, stage left.
A train snakes through the Japanese countryside, a silver knife through great swathes of springtime color. In it sits you. A boy, a magi. Or rather, someone who will one day be a magi. Hopefully. If you can survive three years of high school. Which at this point, seems as distant a prospect as you've ever heard.
In the distance the mountain looms, enormous. Even from here you can see the pink of cherry blossoms at the peak. All your life you have heard of Hiyari, but the sight of it is alien to you. It is enormous, and unknowable.
The door behind you slides open and Ban Naoya ends your solitude. His face, at least, is familiar. Heir to the Ban family empire, one day he will rule the third-largest clan of magi in Japan. Yet always he has been there by your side, the closest thing to a brother you've ever had. He wears his usual half smile, as if he can't quite decide how he feels so he might as well be happy, as he sits across from you and looks out the window.
"I thought I should warn you," he says abruptly. "Before the ambush."
"What?" You ask. But the door slides open again before Ban can clarify.
There are two of them, one short and dark and neat, the other tall and fair and unruly. Both wear the Hiyari uniform, white ties marking them as first years.
"Ban," says the one who is short and dark and neat. "You ran away!"
"I made a tactical retreat," Ban says. He catches your eye and nods to the boy. "This is Arashi Hatsu."
"And this waste of space," Arashi says, nodding to the one who is tall and fair and unruly, "is Furuta Ren."
Furuta takes the insult in stride. "We know who you are though," he says. "Takami Yuta."
Ban's smile twists to worry. "Ah, lay off it," he says to the pair. "Don't pay them any mind, Yuta. They're both too dramatic for their own goods."
ARASHI
All the lands have their story of the birth of magic! In beautiful Japan, it is said that when Ninigi descended to the earth from heaven, he came first to the peak of Mount Hiyari!
FURUTA
It was there he first saw his bride, Konohanasakura-hime, as she lay in the shade of the cherry blossoms! He spoke his love to her, and that love was known forever!
All the lands have their story of the birth of magic! In beautiful Japan, it is said that when Ninigi descended to the earth from heaven, he came first to the peak of Mount Hiyari!
FURUTA
It was there he first saw his bride, Konohanasakura-hime, as she lay in the shade of the cherry blossoms! He spoke his love to her, and that love was known forever!
Enter HARADA and NEZU, stage left. Each wears a female version of Arashi and Furuta's uniforms.
HARADA
Ninigi and Konohanasakura-hime were wed, and great celebration was held all across the world!
NEZU
So moved were the gods by the beauty of the day that they unleashed their magic from where they held it in the sky, a gift to all mankind!
ARASHI
Each year a new class of magi ascends the mountain to learn of the power and the duties bestowed upon them by that gift!
FURUTA
We ride the train now though, thank god.
Ninigi and Konohanasakura-hime were wed, and great celebration was held all across the world!
NEZU
So moved were the gods by the beauty of the day that they unleashed their magic from where they held it in the sky, a gift to all mankind!
ARASHI
Each year a new class of magi ascends the mountain to learn of the power and the duties bestowed upon them by that gift!
FURUTA
We ride the train now though, thank god.
ARASHI, HARADA, and NEZU all stare at him.
FURUTA
What? It's a lot of stairs.
HARADA
Just, for once, could you -
ARASHI
Distant mountain peak.
HARADA
What? Oh, this year, a new face stares out the window of the train, eyes fixed upon that distant mountain peak!
NEZU
And remembers it is said that any who confess their love in the shade of its cherry blossoms will know that love forever!
What? It's a lot of stairs.
HARADA
Just, for once, could you -
ARASHI
Distant mountain peak.
HARADA
What? Oh, this year, a new face stares out the window of the train, eyes fixed upon that distant mountain peak!
NEZU
And remembers it is said that any who confess their love in the shade of its cherry blossoms will know that love forever!
Exit ARASHI and FURUTA, stage right. Exit HARADA and NEZU, stage left.
SAKURA KISS
Year 1
Year 1
A train snakes through the Japanese countryside, a silver knife through great swathes of springtime color. In it sits you. A boy, a magi. Or rather, someone who will one day be a magi. Hopefully. If you can survive three years of high school. Which at this point, seems as distant a prospect as you've ever heard.
In the distance the mountain looms, enormous. Even from here you can see the pink of cherry blossoms at the peak. All your life you have heard of Hiyari, but the sight of it is alien to you. It is enormous, and unknowable.
The door behind you slides open and Ban Naoya ends your solitude. His face, at least, is familiar. Heir to the Ban family empire, one day he will rule the third-largest clan of magi in Japan. Yet always he has been there by your side, the closest thing to a brother you've ever had. He wears his usual half smile, as if he can't quite decide how he feels so he might as well be happy, as he sits across from you and looks out the window.
"I thought I should warn you," he says abruptly. "Before the ambush."
"What?" You ask. But the door slides open again before Ban can clarify.
There are two of them, one short and dark and neat, the other tall and fair and unruly. Both wear the Hiyari uniform, white ties marking them as first years.
"Ban," says the one who is short and dark and neat. "You ran away!"
"I made a tactical retreat," Ban says. He catches your eye and nods to the boy. "This is Arashi Hatsu."
"And this waste of space," Arashi says, nodding to the one who is tall and fair and unruly, "is Furuta Ren."
Furuta takes the insult in stride. "We know who you are though," he says. "Takami Yuta."
[X] Third son of clan Takami
Tenth most powerful of the magi clans. Your brothers have assumed the burdens of leadership, leaving you free. Or adrift, depending on how you look at it.
[] Heir of clan Takami
They don't bother ranking the lesser clans. Your name has weight, but only barely.
[] Son of Takami
Your parents are tradesmen, and serve their lords Ban loyally. Never before has a Takami wielded magic, but these are modern days.
Tenth most powerful of the magi clans. Your brothers have assumed the burdens of leadership, leaving you free. Or adrift, depending on how you look at it.
[] Heir of clan Takami
They don't bother ranking the lesser clans. Your name has weight, but only barely.
[] Son of Takami
Your parents are tradesmen, and serve their lords Ban loyally. Never before has a Takami wielded magic, but these are modern days.
Ban's smile twists to worry. "Ah, lay off it," he says to the pair. "Don't pay them any mind, Yuta. They're both too dramatic for their own goods."
[] "It's never too early to start making friends."
+10 Confidence. You're outgoing, excitable, volatile.
[X] "A little drama does us good."
+10 Charm. You're friendly, charismatic, shallow.
[] "It'll take more than that to bother me."
+10 Cool. You're reserved, relaxed, detached.
[] "They're just still still learning to be friendly."
+10 Compassion. You're empathetic, warm, vulnerable.
[] "They just like to hear themselves talk."
+10 Cynicism. You're sarcastic, perceptive, suspicious.
+10 Confidence. You're outgoing, excitable, volatile.
[X] "A little drama does us good."
+10 Charm. You're friendly, charismatic, shallow.
[] "It'll take more than that to bother me."
+10 Cool. You're reserved, relaxed, detached.
[] "They're just still still learning to be friendly."
+10 Compassion. You're empathetic, warm, vulnerable.
[] "They just like to hear themselves talk."
+10 Cynicism. You're sarcastic, perceptive, suspicious.
Dialogue choices will occasionally grant bonuses to one or two of the five traits: Confidence, Charm, Cool, Compassion, and Cynicism. The values of these traits will govern Takami's personality, allowing player choice to have a consistent impact on his character without putting every line of dialogue up to a vote.
The most important trait is the highest, or primary, which determines Takami's instincts and overall mood. The primary trait is modified by the second-highest trait, or secondary, allowing for greater variety within each personality type.
Personality is not a stat system representing the objective value of each trait – what matters is not the total value of a trait, but its proportion of Takami's total trait value. A Takami with a Compassion of 20 is not necessarily particularly compassionate, or even more compassionate than a Takami with a Compassion of 10.
The most important trait is the highest, or primary, which determines Takami's instincts and overall mood. The primary trait is modified by the second-highest trait, or secondary, allowing for greater variety within each personality type.
Personality is not a stat system representing the objective value of each trait – what matters is not the total value of a trait, but its proportion of Takami's total trait value. A Takami with a Compassion of 20 is not necessarily particularly compassionate, or even more compassionate than a Takami with a Compassion of 10.
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Takami Ryuta
Gally
Got the whole word talking King Kiba
Takami Ryuta
Genuine Flirt
Class 1-A
The third son of clan Takami, tenth most powerful of Japan's magi clans. Your two older brothers have already graduated Hiyari and are in the height of their powers, leaving very little for you to do besides smile and stay out of the way.
Genuine Flirt
Class 1-A
Confidence | Cool | Charm | Compassion | Cynicism |
1 | 1 | 10 | 6 | 0 |
Relationships
Hinata Chidori (the Delinquent) - Met
Yuhara Kanoko (the Princess) - Met
Arashi Tatsuko (the Musician) - Met
Koshimoto Sachi (the Seer) - Met
Shimada Natsume (The Partner-in-Crime) - Met
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Characters
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- The Heroines
- Hinata Chidori
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The only girl in school who dares to dye her hair. She beat you up! And Ban too, you guess.
Hinata Chidori
The Delinquent
Terror in Blonde
Class 1-B
Year 1
SummerAutumnWinterSpring3---
- Yuhara Kanoko
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Heir to Japan's greatest magi clan. Has a thing (specifically, romantically) for Ban. What does she want with you?
Yuhara Kanoko
The Princess
As if Carved from Marble
Class 1-A
Year 1
SummerAutumnWinterSpring3--- - Arashi Tatsuko
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Plays piano. Not a ghost!
Arashi Tatsuko
The Musician
The Phantom of the Attic
Class 1-A
Year 1
SummerAutumnWinterSpring2--- - Koshimoto Sachi
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A seer from a middling clan. Each day she sees another future misfortune, and each day she does her best to make it right.
Koshimoto Sachi
The Seer
The Angel of Hiyari's Halls
Class 2-C
Year 1
SummerAutumnWinterSpring2--- - Shimada Natsume
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Shimada Natsume
The Partner in Crime
As well resent the wind or rain
Class 1-D
A clanless magi. As her family is sworn to clan Ban, so is she. You have known each other practically all your lives. Avoiding you, for some reason.
Year 1
SummerAutumnWinterSpring3--- - The Rival
- The Boys
- Ban Naoya
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Ban Naoya
The Best Friend
Class 1-A
Heir to the Ban family, Japan's third-largest magi clan. Your friend since childhood. Has his eye on someone, won't tell you who.
- Arashi Hatsu & Furuta Ren
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Furuta Ren (L) & Arashi Hatsu (R)
Those two guys
Class 1-A
Claim they have better things to do than follow you around, but you can't confirm that's true.
- The Girls
- Harada Midori & Nezu Iroha
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Harada Midori (L) & Nezu Iroha (R)
Those two girls.
Class 1-A
Harada is on the soccer team and Nezu fancies herself an ace reporter.
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Mechanics
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Mechanics
Sakura Kiss is primarily a time management quest. Each year is broken up into 48 events, with each event typically separated by roughly one week. Each event will progress the route of a chosen heroine, and at the end of each year, the heroines will re-evaluate their relationship with you based on how much (and how) you engaged with their route.
Dialogue choices will occasionally grant bonuses to one or two of the five traits: Confidence, Charm, Cool, Compassion, and Cynicism. The values of these traits will govern Takami's personality, allowing player choice to have a consistent impact on his character without putting every line of dialogue up to a vote.
The most important trait is the highest, or primary, which determines Takami's instincts and overall mood. The primary trait is modified by the second-highest trait, or secondary, allowing for greater variety within each personality type.
Personality is not a stat system representing the objective value of each trait – what matters is not the total value of a trait, but its proportion of Takami's total trait value. A Takami with a Compassion of 20 is not necessarily particularly compassionate, or even more compassionate than a Takama with a Compassion of 10.
The most important trait is the highest, or primary, which determines Takami's instincts and overall mood. The primary trait is modified by the second-highest trait, or secondary, allowing for greater variety within each personality type.
Personality is not a stat system representing the objective value of each trait – what matters is not the total value of a trait, but its proportion of Takami's total trait value. A Takami with a Compassion of 20 is not necessarily particularly compassionate, or even more compassionate than a Takama with a Compassion of 10.
The primary gameplay of Sakura Kiss is choosing which available event to trigger next. Events can be brief, single scenes, or minor short stories with multiple choices, but each represents an interaction with a heroine that is somehow significant to her relationship with Takami.
[Heroine] [Weeks until event expires] [A brief description of the scene]
Once the event expires, it disappears, and you lose your opportunity to participate. Sometimes, this means the event never occurs. Sometimes, it occurs without you.
[Heroine] [Weeks until event expires] [A brief description of the scene]
Once the event expires, it disappears, and you lose your opportunity to participate. Sometimes, this means the event never occurs. Sometimes, it occurs without you.
Sometimes, multiple events will cover the same story beats, creating events which are mutually exclusive with each other. This will most often, but not always, happen with the same heroine, representing different circumstances under which Takami might experience the same interaction. Split events are marked in the event selection with an asterisk, with different numbers representing different split events. Choosing a split event will immediately close the other event(s) that share the same number of asterisks.
Votes for a split event will not pool - they are considered separate events for the purposes of voting.
Votes for a split event will not pool - they are considered separate events for the purposes of voting.
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Y1E0.2 - Prologue
Gally
Got the whole word talking King Kiba
"A little drama does us good," you tell Ban, flashing Arashi and Furuta a smile. "Beats boredom."
"Oh, my heart's aflutter," Furuta says, tapping his fingers rapidly on his chest.
"It is nice to be appreciated for what we bring to the table," Arashi. "You could learn from him, Ban."
Ban rolls his eyes. "Should've known he'd have you two eating out of his hand."
You just smile guilelessly at him. As the third son of the tenth most powerful magi clan in the country, your life has been an endless procession of polite small talk while the real business happens elsewhere. Ingratiating yourself with others has essentially been your job since you were old enough to carry a conversation. For as close as the two of you are, it's never been the same for Ban. People flock to him because of his birth – he's never really had to work to keep them happy.
If he were anyone other than Ban Naoya, that might've made him cold, or arrogant. Instead you think it mostly makes him sad.
"Ah, ah, ah, you can see them from here!" Furuta shouts, the sound enormous in the now-cramped compartment. His face is pressed tight against the glass. "It's already summer, but they're still so pretty…"
"Sorry, he's weird about the cherry blossoms," Arashi says. "Really, really thinks they're magic."
"And Arashi is just a stick in the mud with a big stone heart," Furuta says. "I don't believe they're magic, okay? I know they are. My clan cousin had a friend who met his wife at Hiyari, and it worked for them!" He looks to Ban, then you. "What about you guys? You're with me, right?"
Ban shrugs. "Belief is magic," he says, "so if enough magi believe it, it really can be true."
The most noncommittal answer in the universe. You lean your forehead against the window and look up at the pink that paints the mountaintop. Furuta is right – spring has already faded into summer, leaving the peak of the trees' beauty behind, but even still the sight is breathtaking. "I don't know if it's real," you say, "but...
Those first days at Hiyari are a rush of color and noise and people. The summer heat is stifling, lessened only briefly by the rare breeze coming in off the ocean, and each day is packed full with meetings and greetings and orientations. You're moved into the first year dorms, large traditionally built complexes like the ones you grew up in on your family's estates. Ban is your roommate, which you consider an excellent deal because he's a neat freak and doesn't mind doing most of your share of the work.
There are more magi here than you have ever before seen in one place, and every day the halls run thick with spellwork. Animated furniture lumbers from room to room, filing cabinets talking to each other with series of slamming drawers as they move. Students shoot jets of light from their fingers, embroiling half the school in an elaborate game of magi's tag. Sometimes you think you hear music drifting airily through the hallways, even though the orchestra room is on the other side of campus.
It's overwhelming, in its way, but you're not totally unprepared. Both your parents and both your brothers before you attended school in these hallowed halls, and you were raised on stories of it. And when the initial hectic sprint fades, you find yourself acclimating to the strange new rhythm of your life.
It is all just prologue. Looking back, you would say that your days at Hiyari did not really begin until…
"Oh, my heart's aflutter," Furuta says, tapping his fingers rapidly on his chest.
"It is nice to be appreciated for what we bring to the table," Arashi. "You could learn from him, Ban."
Ban rolls his eyes. "Should've known he'd have you two eating out of his hand."
You just smile guilelessly at him. As the third son of the tenth most powerful magi clan in the country, your life has been an endless procession of polite small talk while the real business happens elsewhere. Ingratiating yourself with others has essentially been your job since you were old enough to carry a conversation. For as close as the two of you are, it's never been the same for Ban. People flock to him because of his birth – he's never really had to work to keep them happy.
If he were anyone other than Ban Naoya, that might've made him cold, or arrogant. Instead you think it mostly makes him sad.
"Ah, ah, ah, you can see them from here!" Furuta shouts, the sound enormous in the now-cramped compartment. His face is pressed tight against the glass. "It's already summer, but they're still so pretty…"
"Sorry, he's weird about the cherry blossoms," Arashi says. "Really, really thinks they're magic."
"And Arashi is just a stick in the mud with a big stone heart," Furuta says. "I don't believe they're magic, okay? I know they are. My clan cousin had a friend who met his wife at Hiyari, and it worked for them!" He looks to Ban, then you. "What about you guys? You're with me, right?"
Ban shrugs. "Belief is magic," he says, "so if enough magi believe it, it really can be true."
The most noncommittal answer in the universe. You lean your forehead against the window and look up at the pink that paints the mountaintop. Furuta is right – spring has already faded into summer, leaving the peak of the trees' beauty behind, but even still the sight is breathtaking. "I don't know if it's real," you say, "but...
[] "I'd really like to try it."
+5 Confidence. The classic flirt, upfront and outspoken.
[] "I don't think I'd need it."
+5 Cool. Still a flirt, but also a mystery.
[X] "It gives people courage."
+5 Compassion. A genuine people person.
[] "People will believe anything."
+5 Cynicism. He's always smiling, but there's an edge to it.
+5 Confidence. The classic flirt, upfront and outspoken.
[] "I don't think I'd need it."
+5 Cool. Still a flirt, but also a mystery.
[X] "It gives people courage."
+5 Compassion. A genuine people person.
[] "People will believe anything."
+5 Cynicism. He's always smiling, but there's an edge to it.
Summer
Those first days at Hiyari are a rush of color and noise and people. The summer heat is stifling, lessened only briefly by the rare breeze coming in off the ocean, and each day is packed full with meetings and greetings and orientations. You're moved into the first year dorms, large traditionally built complexes like the ones you grew up in on your family's estates. Ban is your roommate, which you consider an excellent deal because he's a neat freak and doesn't mind doing most of your share of the work.
There are more magi here than you have ever before seen in one place, and every day the halls run thick with spellwork. Animated furniture lumbers from room to room, filing cabinets talking to each other with series of slamming drawers as they move. Students shoot jets of light from their fingers, embroiling half the school in an elaborate game of magi's tag. Sometimes you think you hear music drifting airily through the hallways, even though the orchestra room is on the other side of campus.
It's overwhelming, in its way, but you're not totally unprepared. Both your parents and both your brothers before you attended school in these hallowed halls, and you were raised on stories of it. And when the initial hectic sprint fades, you find yourself acclimating to the strange new rhythm of your life.
It is all just prologue. Looking back, you would say that your days at Hiyari did not really begin until…
[] [?????] [3] You finally decide to follow the music.
[] [?????] [3] Ban gets mugged at the vending machines.
[X] [?????] [2] You meet the angel of Hiyari's halls.
[] [?????] [4] You get a lesson in noblesse oblige
[] [?????] [3] Ban gets mugged at the vending machines.
[X] [?????] [2] You meet the angel of Hiyari's halls.
[] [?????] [4] You get a lesson in noblesse oblige
The primary gameplay of Sakura Kiss is choosing which available event to trigger next. Events can be brief, single scenes, or minor short stories with multiple choices, but each represents an interaction with a heroine that is somehow significant to her relationship with Takami.
[Heroine] [Weeks until event expires] [A brief description of the scene]
Once the event expires, it disappears, and you lose your opportunity to participate. Sometimes, this means the event never occurs. Sometimes, it occurs without you.
[Heroine] [Weeks until event expires] [A brief description of the scene]
Once the event expires, it disappears, and you lose your opportunity to participate. Sometimes, this means the event never occurs. Sometimes, it occurs without you.
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Y1E1 - The Angel of Hiyari's Halls
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Hiyari is home to near endless superstition. Perhaps it's inevitable, in a place so filled with magi, a place where anything can be true if it is only believed fervently enough. Stop anywhere on campus and you are regaled with tales on how precisely to achieve good fortune, or avert ill omens.
"Walk three times around this rock every day and you'll never break a bone."
"Look at the clouds in this pond's reflection on you birthday and they'll tell you your future."
"If you walk under this gate before graduation, you go sterile."
"Write somebody's name on this chalkboard at exactly midnight and they'll fail their next exam."
"Yes, but you have to do it backwards!"
"No, you write the family name backwards but the given forwards!"
"No, you-"
You don't personally put much stock in most of these superstitions, but you do find yourself avoiding one particular gate.
It is lunchtime, and most of the school has assembled in one of the sprawling green fields through which campus is threaded. Hiyari has an indoor cafeteria, but at this point it's hotter in there than it is outside. Allegedly, three different teachers have tried casting three different climate control spells in the building, and all that spellwork is too busy fighting amongst itself to do what it's supposed to do. So instead the student body lounges outside, clustering under the shade of the great zelkova trees.
You, Ban, and Arashi have claimed a tiny slice of that shade for your own, not far from where most of the girls from Class 1-A have gathered. You and Ban are arguing over whether Zoro could beat Gojo in a fight while Arashi stares longingly at Yuhara, the class rep. But all three of you are interrupted when Furuta arrives, practically shaking with excitement. "I saw her!" He says, opening up his lunch and milk carton. "She talked to me!"
You look to Ban, then Arashi, who both shrug. "Okay, I'll bite," you say. "Who is she, Furuta-san?"
He smiles up at you, giddy, then washes down an oversized bite of rice. "The angel of Hiyari's hallways."
Arashi's mouth drops open. "She talked to you?"
"Is that really a good thing?" Ban asks.
"Clearly, I'm out of the loop here," you say. "Somebody has gotta fill me in."
"Koshimoto Sachi," Ban offers. "She's a second year. And a seer."
"Not a rinky-dink one either," Arashi says. "She's the real deal."
Well, that explains a little bit. Now that you think about it, you're pretty sure you remember hearing one of your brothers mention this. Koshimoto isn't a large clan, but even a clan like Ban or Yuhara would envy a seer. Still… "Okay, so?" You ask. "I mean, congratulations on talking to a girl, but…"
"So she's the real deal," Ban says, when he notices that Furuta is too busy swallowing his last mouthful to speak. "She sees the future, man. And every day she finds some new unlucky person to rescue from their misfortune."
"Like an angel out of heaven," Arashi murmurs. "Coming down on feather-soft wings to rescue us poor unfortunate souls."
At this point you know Arashi well enough to know he'll go on like this for minutes if he has the opportunity, so instead you return to Furuta. "So what did she say to you?"
"Oh, she just smiled," Furuta says. "She has the most gorgeous smile...and, uh, she gave me this." He reaches into his backpack and pulls a bottle out for your inspection.
"Pedialyte?" You ask after a moment. "Why would she give you Pedialyte?"
Furuta takes a moment to finish off his milk and shrugs. "I dunno," he says. "She said I'd need it."
"I mean, obviously, I guess. But did she say why?"
Ban holds up Furuta's discarded milk, smiling wryly. "Maybe it's because he just drank a carton of expired milk,"
There is a beat where all four of you are silent, though school-life chatter and summer song continues unabated in the background. It takes Furuta several seconds to process Ban's words, and another few to pale until he's practically a ghost.
"You didn't notice the taste?!" Arashi shouts, shattering that delicate moment.
"I...was really excited to tell you guys!" Furuta says. "And she was...she was so pretty...her smile…" He clutches suddenly at his stomach. "Oh god. I think it's starting."
"You'd better fucking run man," you say between giggles, and that's all Furuta needs to hear. His panicked flight sends you, Ban, and Arashi into hysterics, which only redouble as he turns on his heel and sprints back to retrieve the Pedialyte. It's not so disruptive that the entire student body notices, but Furuta definitely attracts some attention as he runs, wailing, in the direction of the nearest bathroom. By the time you've recovered enough to see properly again, wiping the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand, you notice one girl in particular looking out over the grass towards your group. She wears a deep blue tie and when she sees you looking she raises a hand and waves with just her fingers.
And she smiles.
"Hey, that's her," Ban says, noticing where you're looking. "That's Koshimoto-senpai."
But you already know. Who else could it be? You return the wave, a grin tugging at the edges of your lips. "Furuta-san was right," you murmur, just loud enough for Ban to hear. "She really does have a gorgeous smile."
[] [?????] [2] You finally decide to follow the music.
[X] [?????] [2] Ban gets mugged at the vending machines.
[] [?????] [3] You get a lesson in noblesse oblige.
[] [?????] [4] You endure a rooftop confession.
[X] [?????] [2] Ban gets mugged at the vending machines.
[] [?????] [3] You get a lesson in noblesse oblige.
[] [?????] [4] You endure a rooftop confession.
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Y1E2.1 - And this Used to be Such a Good Neighborhood...
Gally
Got the whole word talking King Kiba
Ban is only a first year, but he is known throughout Hiyari on the strength of his family's name alone. Clan Ban produces the Japan's greatest weather-workers, and over the course of generations has become responsible for everything from ensuring good harvests to averting typhoons. It won't be many more years before Ban inherits his father's lordship, and the Hiyari students are keenly aware that on that day their friendly, unassuming classmate will become one of the most powerful men in Japan.
So it's particularly odd when a first year girl slams him bodily against the vending machines and calls him an asshole.
It's another brutally hot summer day, the heat actually visible as a hazy shimmer on the air. Frequent ice-cold drinks are basically a necessity for survival, and it's Ban's turn to pick up the tab. So while he sits through an ever-lengthening line, you're passing the time chatting with Nakamura Kaoru. She's telling you about how the third years claim the school has intentionally sabotaged the weather to make a fortune on the vending machines, but you're mostly just enjoying the way her nose crinkles when she smiles – until you hear the racket.
"What did I just say?!" A girl snarls, and from your position at the back of the crowd you can just make out Ban's face, utterly puzzled as his back is pressed hard against the transparent front of the iced coffee machine. You give Nakamura a wistful smile, brush your fingers against her arm to watch that crinkle one last time, and then push through the crowd to see if you need to save your friend.
Upon closer inspection, you can see that he definitely needs saving by somebody. Whether you're going to go out on a limb to be that somebody remains to be seen. Ban has found himself at the mercy of Hinata Chidori of class 1-B.
You can recognize her easily despite the fact that she has her back to you because of all the nearly three hundred and fifty students at Hiyari, Hinata is the only blonde. Hiyari doesn't technically have any rule against dying one's hair, but the magi community is strongly conservative even by Japanese standards. So for a student to be willing to put the school's good graces to the test on the issue is considered scandalous all by itself. You suppose it makes sense then that she would be the one to dare lay a hand on Ban Naoya.
"I said…" Hinata growls, and now she pulls him back towards her so that they're nose-to-nose, even though Ban has nearly six inches on her, "what the hell did I just say?"
"I, uh…" Ban stammers. "Uh, stop...crowding me?"
"So you can hear me!" Hinata says. "Great! Now maybe you can explain what the fuck you were doing instead of that!"
Maybe he's had enough, or maybe the situation has just sunk in, but Ban seems to regain a bit of his spine. Literally, as he stands up straight, despite Hinata keeping a firm grip on the front of his shirt. "Come off it," he says, looking around the crowd. "We're packed in like sardines here. I don't think-"
Hinata knees him in the crotch.
Ban's eyes go wide and he staggers, falling back against the vending machine before sliding slowly to the ground. He leaves a trail of lit-up buttons behind him, and the machine proceeds to have a minor seizure as it tries to process two dozen orders simultaneously. A hushed gasp ripples through the crowd, shock and no small amount of amusement. They are teenagers, after all. A certain level of sadism is to be expected. In the silence, you can just barely hear the music, playing from some far off corner of the school.
"What?" Hinata shouts, rounding on the onlookers, every muscle in her body straining with challenge. "Somebody else wants some?" Her eyes cut through the crowd like a scythe through wheat, and of all those assembled, they fall on you. Maybe she recognizes you as Ban's friend, or maybe Natsume is right and you have a truly punchable face. Maybe you're just unlucky. Whatever the reason, she points directly at you. "You want some?"
[X] "You can't just treat people like that."
+1 Confidence
[] "Nah, I'm good, thanks."
+1 Cool
[] "I don't think I'd stand a chance."
+1 Charm
So it's particularly odd when a first year girl slams him bodily against the vending machines and calls him an asshole.
It's another brutally hot summer day, the heat actually visible as a hazy shimmer on the air. Frequent ice-cold drinks are basically a necessity for survival, and it's Ban's turn to pick up the tab. So while he sits through an ever-lengthening line, you're passing the time chatting with Nakamura Kaoru. She's telling you about how the third years claim the school has intentionally sabotaged the weather to make a fortune on the vending machines, but you're mostly just enjoying the way her nose crinkles when she smiles – until you hear the racket.
"What did I just say?!" A girl snarls, and from your position at the back of the crowd you can just make out Ban's face, utterly puzzled as his back is pressed hard against the transparent front of the iced coffee machine. You give Nakamura a wistful smile, brush your fingers against her arm to watch that crinkle one last time, and then push through the crowd to see if you need to save your friend.
Upon closer inspection, you can see that he definitely needs saving by somebody. Whether you're going to go out on a limb to be that somebody remains to be seen. Ban has found himself at the mercy of Hinata Chidori of class 1-B.
You can recognize her easily despite the fact that she has her back to you because of all the nearly three hundred and fifty students at Hiyari, Hinata is the only blonde. Hiyari doesn't technically have any rule against dying one's hair, but the magi community is strongly conservative even by Japanese standards. So for a student to be willing to put the school's good graces to the test on the issue is considered scandalous all by itself. You suppose it makes sense then that she would be the one to dare lay a hand on Ban Naoya.
"I said…" Hinata growls, and now she pulls him back towards her so that they're nose-to-nose, even though Ban has nearly six inches on her, "what the hell did I just say?"
"I, uh…" Ban stammers. "Uh, stop...crowding me?"
"So you can hear me!" Hinata says. "Great! Now maybe you can explain what the fuck you were doing instead of that!"
Maybe he's had enough, or maybe the situation has just sunk in, but Ban seems to regain a bit of his spine. Literally, as he stands up straight, despite Hinata keeping a firm grip on the front of his shirt. "Come off it," he says, looking around the crowd. "We're packed in like sardines here. I don't think-"
Hinata knees him in the crotch.
Ban's eyes go wide and he staggers, falling back against the vending machine before sliding slowly to the ground. He leaves a trail of lit-up buttons behind him, and the machine proceeds to have a minor seizure as it tries to process two dozen orders simultaneously. A hushed gasp ripples through the crowd, shock and no small amount of amusement. They are teenagers, after all. A certain level of sadism is to be expected. In the silence, you can just barely hear the music, playing from some far off corner of the school.
"What?" Hinata shouts, rounding on the onlookers, every muscle in her body straining with challenge. "Somebody else wants some?" Her eyes cut through the crowd like a scythe through wheat, and of all those assembled, they fall on you. Maybe she recognizes you as Ban's friend, or maybe Natsume is right and you have a truly punchable face. Maybe you're just unlucky. Whatever the reason, she points directly at you. "You want some?"
[X] "You can't just treat people like that."
+1 Confidence
[] "Nah, I'm good, thanks."
+1 Cool
[] "I don't think I'd stand a chance."
+1 Charm
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Gally
Got the whole word talking King Kiba
Sorry if you are getting multiple alerts. I'm an old man.
Back in my day, you counted votes by hand and then you made a post to close voting. I was with it. But then they changed what it was. Now what I'm with isn't it, and what's it seems weird and scary to me.
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Y1E2.2 - And this Used to be Such a Good Neighborhood...
Gally
Got the whole word talking King Kiba
You glace left, then right. Nobody steps up to your defense, but you suppose that's not surprising. Nobody stepped up to Ban's defense, and he's a much bigger deal than you. So, lacking a convenient miracle, you turn back to Hinata in all her furious glory. The air seems to crackle around her – or maybe it really does crackle, that can happen when magi get really worked up – and her stare threatens to bore a hole in your skull.
"You can't just treat people like this," you tell her, meeting her stare head-on. "Threatening them and kicking them in the nuts and stuff. I mean, it's not the face, which is appreciated-"
"No it's not," Ban croaks, writhing just a little bit, "just punch me in the nose next time." Hinata glares at him out of the corner of her eye, and he curls protectively around his crotch.
"What I mean," you say, mostly to draw her Hinata's attention back to you before she can take another swing at ending the mighty clan Ban. "Is that I'm going to give you a chance to walk away, because I'm a real human being and not a living cliché from a seventies gang PSA."
You're surprised to see her hesitate. Her eyes dart to the left, where a gap in the crowd has opened up, and for the briefest moment you can see her eyeing the sliding door that leads into the nearest school building. Then the crowd shifts, and the gap vanishes, and her face hardens with decision. She makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a snort and starts forward, hands balled into fists.
"Okay, let's go," you say, raising your hands as the crowd around you dissolves, leaving nothing but you and Hinata and five feet of open floor. "These hands are rated E for equa-"
Hinata kicks you in the balls, because of course she does.
Your world explodes into color and pain and suddenly something hits you in the side of the head. It takes you a moment to realize it's the ground. The ground itself is your enemy. You roll over onto your back just in time to see, emerging from the disorienting flashes of light that constitutes your vision, Hinata's foot. "Face!" You manage to grunt, screwing your eyes shut, and then there is impact just to the right of your ear. You crack your eyelids to see Hinata standing over you, her foot twisted at an awkward angle, her heel half an inch from your cheek. For a moment she just stares at you, face red with effort, dark eyes wild, and then she screams, a sound more like a wounded animal than a girl, and knocks the wind from you with a well-placed kick to your ribs. "Come on!" She shouts, kicking you again. "Come on! Come on! Come on!"
She really only gets in another kick or two before the crowd moves in to restrain her. A certain level of sadism is to be expected, but it only takes a heartbeat for the violence to stop being funny, and before long she's being dragged away from you kicking and screaming. The entire crowd is in chaos, you can hear teachers bellowing orders, and then Ban is there, one hand under your armpit and the other waving off a gaggle of concerned onlookers. As he lifts you to your feet, all you can see is Hinata.
"Are you okay?" Ban asks, his voice the only thing you can understand through the noise and chaos. "Yuta, Yuta, are you okay?"
The crowd snaps closed, and you lose sight of her in the press of bodies. "I'm fine," you say, leaning on him to take the pressure off your ribs. "I'm just...if we're the ones that got kicked in the dicks, why is she the one crying?"
[X] [?????] [1] You finally decide to follow the music.
[] [?????] [2] You get a lesson in noblesse oblige.
[] [?????] [3] You endure a rooftop confession.
[] [Hinata] [3] Harada and Nezu and the Terror in Blonde.
[] [?????] [4] Your ego is bruised as bad as your balls.
"You can't just treat people like this," you tell her, meeting her stare head-on. "Threatening them and kicking them in the nuts and stuff. I mean, it's not the face, which is appreciated-"
"No it's not," Ban croaks, writhing just a little bit, "just punch me in the nose next time." Hinata glares at him out of the corner of her eye, and he curls protectively around his crotch.
"What I mean," you say, mostly to draw her Hinata's attention back to you before she can take another swing at ending the mighty clan Ban. "Is that I'm going to give you a chance to walk away, because I'm a real human being and not a living cliché from a seventies gang PSA."
You're surprised to see her hesitate. Her eyes dart to the left, where a gap in the crowd has opened up, and for the briefest moment you can see her eyeing the sliding door that leads into the nearest school building. Then the crowd shifts, and the gap vanishes, and her face hardens with decision. She makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a snort and starts forward, hands balled into fists.
"Okay, let's go," you say, raising your hands as the crowd around you dissolves, leaving nothing but you and Hinata and five feet of open floor. "These hands are rated E for equa-"
Hinata kicks you in the balls, because of course she does.
Your world explodes into color and pain and suddenly something hits you in the side of the head. It takes you a moment to realize it's the ground. The ground itself is your enemy. You roll over onto your back just in time to see, emerging from the disorienting flashes of light that constitutes your vision, Hinata's foot. "Face!" You manage to grunt, screwing your eyes shut, and then there is impact just to the right of your ear. You crack your eyelids to see Hinata standing over you, her foot twisted at an awkward angle, her heel half an inch from your cheek. For a moment she just stares at you, face red with effort, dark eyes wild, and then she screams, a sound more like a wounded animal than a girl, and knocks the wind from you with a well-placed kick to your ribs. "Come on!" She shouts, kicking you again. "Come on! Come on! Come on!"
She really only gets in another kick or two before the crowd moves in to restrain her. A certain level of sadism is to be expected, but it only takes a heartbeat for the violence to stop being funny, and before long she's being dragged away from you kicking and screaming. The entire crowd is in chaos, you can hear teachers bellowing orders, and then Ban is there, one hand under your armpit and the other waving off a gaggle of concerned onlookers. As he lifts you to your feet, all you can see is Hinata.
"Are you okay?" Ban asks, his voice the only thing you can understand through the noise and chaos. "Yuta, Yuta, are you okay?"
The crowd snaps closed, and you lose sight of her in the press of bodies. "I'm fine," you say, leaning on him to take the pressure off your ribs. "I'm just...if we're the ones that got kicked in the dicks, why is she the one crying?"
[X] [?????] [1] You finally decide to follow the music.
[] [?????] [2] You get a lesson in noblesse oblige.
[] [?????] [3] You endure a rooftop confession.
[] [Hinata] [3] Harada and Nezu and the Terror in Blonde.
[] [?????] [4] Your ego is bruised as bad as your balls.
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