少年ブレイヴ

Amaranth: What’s your opinion on immortality?

Celeste: Do you prefer the daytime or nighttime? Why?

Jonquil: Do you care about wealth?

Chartreuse: Do you see yourself as a moody or difficult person?

Aureolin: Are you artistic or talented in any general arts at all?

Ecru: Are you easily influenced by others?

Glaucous: Do you feel you blend in with the crowd or that something about you make you stand out?

By Hc

It had been a few days since Mikado had checked up on his internet group, the Dollars. Ever since the sudden move to Academia Mare, he had spent the first few days getting to know the school. Thus, he kept forgetting to check the site for recent updates with its members and activities. The only thing he had accomplished was send out an invitation to join the Dollars to everyone in Amare.

(How he was able to hack into the school system to get every single students’ and faculty members’ emails/phone numbers was a task he’d never forget)!

Eventually, he made a mental note to log on, later that night.

Mikado finally returned back to his dorm, after a tiring day. School had him a bit stressed out, but nothing the intellect couldn’t handle. He turned on his computer and made his attention to the Dollars website. His best shot on getting some news was going onto the world-wide chat room he created for all the members. Hopefully, there would be someone online to talk to. 

Typing in the hidden password, he signed on as his online alias, writing a welcoming message to the ones already chatting it up. 

Taro Tanaka has logged into the chat. [Dollars Official]

Taro Tanaka is typing…

Taro: Hello chat! 

Taro: It’s been awhile since I’ve last checked up on here. 

When he first noticed the email in his inbox, he decided to read up about the Dollars. According to his search, it was a colorless internet gang that invited everyone via invitation. They would receive a password just like the message Seto received, and would then officially join the group. Nobody knew who was a Dollar or not, and there was no rules in the group. How strange! His curiosity only spiked when he read this.

So at this information, he joined the Dollars. He created his online alias, and next found a page leading the the chat.

He simply chose to go by Kou, as it was closely related to his first name, Kousuke. He would've gone by his real name, but that'd ruin the fun of secret identities, right?

Kou has logged into the chat.

Kou is typing. . .

Kou: Hello there!

Kou: Nice to meet you, I'm a little new here, so I don't know very many people.

Kou: You can call me Kou!

Sagitta: Have you ever hurt someone without meaning to?

Canis Minor: Did you have a pet at home? If not, did you want one?

Scutum: Is there someone or something (tangible or intangible) you want to protect?

Cepheus: Is there anyone you really look up to?

Horologium: Do you usually get to class on time? If you’re a teacher, how do you feel about late students?

Pegasus: What’s something about you that’s unusual?

Vulpecula: Do you consider yourself fit?

Yet there was little time to do that. Having to pay extra attention to A-ya’s movements after school and dealing with homework was enough to take a good chunk of his day away. Little time was left for meeting strangers in the hallways.

It was a somewhat bothersome truth, but not one that C-ta minded. After all, it just meant that he had to manage his time better. While having A-ya as a top priority, of course. His dedication towards his best friend was something that had to remain unchanging.

With these thoughts in mind, C-ta made his way down the hall way- his dorm room his destination. Drop things off and then go back to walk around the school a bit to meet with A-ya, or simply walk around the school; that was the daily routine that he had come to follow in this school.

Little did he know that he would have that plan completely ruined by the grip of a hand. The vice grip that took a hold of his hand immediately rang the alarm in his head. Whipping his head all of the sudden, green eyes filled with shock meet with a stranger’s brown.

However, when this student relaxed and began to speak in a calm manner, Seto relaxed as well. "You can call me Seto." The youth pulled his hand away from C-ta, next crossing his arms casually. "That was all a sociology experiment. I don't really mind the assignment though, since it can be a decent way to befriend others." Another lighthearted laugh. . . An odd way, but not a decent method.

And as for his assignment, he replayed C-ta's actions in his mind. He had immediately taken note of the shock that'd so obviously filled his face when he whipped around to face Seto. It remained like that for a couple seconds before he curved a smile on his lips, indicating that he'd begun to accept that Seto was in no way a threat to him.

And that was good, because the youth wasn't a threat to him! He wouldn't have liked being attacked for an affectionate gesture, so gripping the hand of someone with this now obviously calm demeanor was slightly relieving. Everyone was different, and he could have received the worst.

The assignment was a simple one, or at least, that’s a social butterfly would think. E-ki had no comfort zone as was visible by friends and strangers alike, the youth didn’t seem the possess the sort of self-conscious nature that most students his age seemed to cradle in their nest of the norm.

But that’s exactly what made him perfect for this assignment, wasn’t it? Although such a willingness, was that even further from the norm? Whatever the case, it may or may not have been well known by now, the way E-ki seemed to have a lack of a “personal bubble” as one may say, of any kind. Not to say he assumed others were just like him—that would be a drastic mistake! And a rather disappointing one at that; did he really seem that foolish?—rather, he made it his point to go out and introduce his sort of extreme extroverted demeanor, no matter how clueless or naive he may seem.

 I want each of you to go out, find someone you don’t know, walk beside them and lightly grab their hand.

Those were his instructions, and yes, he’d follow them through without question! All in all, he’s had enough of getting on the wrong side of the class, and it was only the second day of the year!

Ah, but no matter; this is just his luck! A stranger, somebody perhaps he’d seem around campus, but never gotten to talk to. Yes, that was fine, that would do. And with his signature smile did the youth approach, grasping their hand lightly.

One thing he didn't understand was why somebody from his own class would reach out to hold his hand. In fact, he didn't expect anyone to reach for his own hand at all--he probably should have expected it, considering the other students in different period, all taking likely the same assignment. However, he knew this person. . . Or, at least, he kind of did. Wasn't this the youth trying to throw a movie marathon to get out of the gym assignment? The one that he'd come across on his first few days in the school? Yes, it was definitely him, and he was holding his hand. The raven-haired boy supposed that, to this other student, he was a stranger. After all, they've only met once before, and it was only a brief meet and greet.

It'd be too rude to yank his hand away from him! And so, Seto simply faced his classmate directly with a cheerful smile. "Oh, hello! You're. . . E-ki, right? One of the people in first period sociology?" He hoped the other wouldn't be too embarrassed to know that he'd been holding hands with a classmate; although, that behavior already didn't seem to match him, he could tell by simply looking at him.

By センロ

Feeling a hand wrap around his wrist Naegi immediately jolted back, turning his head to see who the culprit was: Someone a lot taller than him but quite friendly looking so he didn’t particularly mind!

He was nearly about to leave before realizing he'd never asked for this boy's name. Well, he does need to know more people, right? Seto ran a hand through his hair while he introduced himself to this shorter student.

Regardless, his senses remained keen on the surrounding atmosphere. The chatter in the halls, the passing people as they fretted over some horrifying thing going on in Physical Education…

And the fingers curling around his own.

What a brave soul to try such a thing. Comfort or discomfort, neither mattered. He didn’t instantly pull away, just as he refrained from spinning quickly towards the invasive hand to discover it’s owner. He did, however, edge his eyesight to the side to slowly take in the student that had so willingly grasped him.

Despite the variety of other reactions he could have received, Seto was content with this one. He wrote a small note in his mind, analyzing both the posture and expression. Whoever this was, he didn't bother to look at Seto directly in the eyes. His choice of words when he spoke, however, didn't show as much disinterest as his appearance did.

"I think I'd prefer it that way as well," The raven-haired youth let out a light chuckle, releasing the other's hand and placing his own on his hip. "Well then, my name is Seto, what's yours? I hope I'm not causing too much trouble speaking to you." And he really hoped he wasn't, as it'd be quite rude to stop someone from doing something important!