The Envy of the Boyscouts

ARCHIVE NOTICE! Hello, everyone! I know I said I was going to come back on to this blog, but it seemed that there wasn’t much activity flowing on the dash in regard to that! It’s really no one’s fault (most people I knew in the fandom who helped build my character have already left a long time ago), and it probably was a sign that I would just lose my muse in a few days anyway. Regardless, I’m really grateful for the nearing two years that you gave to me on this blog! I had so much fun just shooting the breeze with so many interesting people, and I truly do love Ishimaru with all of my heart; however, when the time comes that one doesn’t gain what they put through, it’s time to pack up and accept fate as it comes--no grudges, anger, or defiance necessary. 

Thank you for everything on this blog and I hope you all will join me on my Toujou blog in the future! You’re free to unfollow or softblock this blog to your liking! Until next time: stay in school for Ishimaru and remember that fornication is not welcome in a school environment! 

“Really? Woah Ishimaru! You really are committed to your role as a boring rule stickler huh? Well luckily for me I, in turn, loooove being a rule breaker so make sure you hand that little write-up to me so I can rip it and shove it in the nearest toilet!”

⦃ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀssᴇs ⦄ ⟶ ᴏᴏᴄ

“Happy Birthday, Ishimaru!”

⦃ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀssᴇs ⦄ ⟶ ᴏᴏᴄ

[ ☣ ] “It seems someone was stealing some students’ bookbags which contains their valuables! The spray-painted wall was his? I thought it was the art class here upon my arrival here but I guess that’s why there’s some staff members trying to clean up the wall. I was told you are the hall monitor here so I was wondering if you knew anyone who would be do something like that?”

⦃ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀssᴇs ⦄ ⟶ ᴏᴏᴄ

⦃ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀssᴇs ⦄ ⟶ ᴏᴏᴄ

It’s always so hard to keep a blog that you love running when you just don’t have the motivation for it; I sit here, day in and day out, trying to rustle up muse for my talented RP partners in the threads they give or reply to, but nothing feels right when I put fingertips to keyboard. I’m on the verge of archiving but I don’t think I’d be able to with how much I love Ishimaru and this blog altogether; it’s had some of the most amazing memories associated with it in my roleplay time, but…there’s nothing holding the seams together anymore.

She’ll allow this one hug - just this once.

‘ Yes, yes, it’s indeed me, Kiyotaka-kun. My apologies for the long stay away. ’

                        ‘ …Kiyotaka-kun? ’

Leon’s face immediately began to turn pink. He understood what Ishimaru was getting at by asking for such an activity, but Leon had to admit that he’d never once imagined such a situation. “You’re really serious about this? I mean… Dude… I don’t really know about th-” And then Ishimaru had decided for the both of them.

As Ishimaru walked off, the pink on Leon’s face refused to retreat. What had he gotten himself into? All he wanted was to gauge how strong Ishimaru was in terms of arm strength, and now he was practically being coerced into stripping down in front of someone he didn’t even consider extremely close to. Though of course he wouldn’t actively tell the other off. Begrudgingly, the baseball star followed the other, feet dragging across the ground. There really wasn’t a point in refusing at this point.

               ❝ Of course I’m serious about this task, Kuwata-Kun! ❞ If he weren’t serious, then this would have likely already been passed off as a mere joke—as one knows he’s horrible at passing humor (for God’s sake, he thought Rick Rolling was funny). Crimson scanned the halls as heavy boots thudded against the flooring. Even if he were sated in the idea of a long session in an onsen, he refused to drop his duties even for a moment, but…after a few moments of silence, he decided to educate the ignorant baseball player.