Hahaha! Gotcha!

ahaha lmao its fine its not ur fault <3

anywho i won’t put it under the cut just in case this time sorry:

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TO: mugimugi  （；¬＿¬) SUB: prom>ok so i know no one wants to go with ur ugly mug>so im taking pity on u and asking you to the prom>ive already had people ask me like twenty times if they want to go with me!!! so its not like i dont have anyone if u say no this is out of pity

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TO: mugimugi  （；¬＿¬) SUB: I S2G>KOMUGI IF YOU DONT GIVE ME BACK THAT FIGURINE OF KOTORI>OR SHOW IT TO ANYONE>OR HURT IT IN ANY WAY>I WILL FUCKING HURT YOU>I WILL SUE YOU>KOMUGI DID YOU ALREADY DESTROY IT>I S2G

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TO: mugimugi  （；¬＿¬) SUB: You win!>Congratulations! This is a message from Aki Nishimura informing you that your gamble was successful!>Your winnings total up to 200,000 yen.>Please come to the casino to pick up your winnings!>wait>no not u komugi>u didnt win shit dont come to the casino

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TO: mugimugi  （；¬＿¬) SUB: im fucking crying>you know what. fuck this. >fucking high school musical i didnt want this>look at gabriella shes fucking crying>and singing as she presses herself against troys giant face on the wall>all she wanted to do was be happy>and look what happened to her>troy you fucking asshole>gabriella didnt deserve this>dont worry ill love u gabriella

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“I-I’m not a ‘tsuntsun’, what the fuck? Reality isn’t a giant anime, you know, not everyone fits into your stereotypes.”

He slaps off Komugi’s hands as he protests, scowling nastily. See, he got ahead of himself because of one little thing that she did, and the girl has already fallen far below his not-even-that-high expectations. Maybe he should aim for a cuter, timider girl to get a number from.

Aki’s already proposed the promise of money in the future, though, so he has to keep the ball rolling. Fuck him.

“I doubt you’d let yourself get bullied, though. You’d probably unleash a shit storm or something on anyone who even gets a little too close in your vicinity, or something.” 

The boy shudders a little, recalling Komugi’s story only moments beforehand. Yeah, he definitely wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of any of her ‘pranks’ or ‘experiments’.

“But yeah, I’m already late for class, so completely skipping out is a viable option now.” 

Aki sighs.

He slaps off her hands but she appears undeterred, chuckling as always.

“Gyahahaha-- so cynical, aibou! I’m just a teensy lil girl, still scared of teachers chewing her out-- I would never everrr make it through some mean place like that. Such a comment isn’t cute at all, you know! I thought guys were supposed to protect cute girls!”

Never once had she considered herself a ‘cute girl’ nor someone to be ‘protected’ but it was still fun to play around. She pointed at her face and pulled an over the top expression she figured would work as ‘moe’ or something before breaking character and laughing once again. Staying in a mode like that was such a goddamn pain and getting a reaction out of Aki wasn’t worth the useless effort. That effort was reserved for getting laughs.

“Ha~a well. Only squares attend class on a regular basis. Can you imagine it? Actually going to school to learn and make friends? Yeepers. Or don’t tell me-- it’s your first time cutting! Kekeke!”

Wait, didn’t he wear glasses? She wasn’t the type to perpetuate stereotypes but it’s not like she actively ignored them either. Maybe he really was a nerdling. It’d certainly explain his tetchy attitude and natural gravitation towards complaining. But on the flip side... naaah, he laughed at her prank and he was too on edge to be a good kid. They may not have been perfect birds of a feather but there were similarities. Too many to ignore.

“I don’t do re-enactments-- can’t stand such a static thought! Eugh! I’m goin’ BIGGER and BETTER! Kyahaha-- I can’t wait until I show you... you’re gonna see my secret hideout... so try to contain yourself! I know it’s super badass!“

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TO: Komugi 💥 SUB: sleepy

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TO: Komugi 💥 SUB: aa..?

“F-fuck fu- give me a mom- a moment. Fuc-k.” 

Aki’s voice stutters as he tries to get ahold of himself. C’mon, he shouldn’t be laughing at a teacher’s misfortune, right? As he said (thought, if he was being accurate here) earlier, who knew might be listening in on their conversation. Someone that he might not exactly have been on good terms with.

“F-fuck. Okay. I’m okay. Dear God.” 

He takes off his glasses and rubs the space in between his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

“Fuck, it must’ve been a treat to see him jump like that. Holy shit.”

Should he try to look more impressed? Maybe that would get Mugimugi’s number. 

Fuck, he’s taking this seriously, isn’t he? The bomb bit had pulled him over the edge, hadn’t it? Aki needs to get a hold of himself. Get more in the zone and all that.

“W-well if you’re looking for materials to get all ‘experimentin’-”

Aki inwardly pukes.

“S’good, ri~ght? I mean, ya had to be there but envisionin’ it ain’t a bad alternative. Kekekeke~ well! Buttin’ in like that I’d say he deserved it. ‘Sides how’s that anyway to ask a lady what she’s doin’? Be nosy n’ get hosed that seems fair to me!”

He seemed pretty impressed to her, too! Well, who wouldn’t be? It’s not like she wanted to brag or anything but-- well, no that was wholly a lie, she loved to brag. And why not brag? Her plans were always brilliant and the laughter gained from them, infectious. Well, sometimes it was laughter other times it was just plain old screaming; both were good, both made her heart all happy. Their hearts when being shocked so much, however, were less than happy. Oh well, there’s no fun without pain.

“Eh~hhhhh? What’s this about, what’s this about? What’s with the sudden sweetness? Are you a coconut?! Tsundere chara?! Kya~aaahh I’ve always wanted a tsuntsun friend!”

Without warning she strides back over to Aki and slaps both of her hands down on his shoulders.

“’Kay! If yer insistin’ then I’ll let ya help me out every now n’ again, aibou! Lil ole me doesn’t wanna get stranded in prison all on her lonesome after all-- can you imagine how bullied I’d ge~t? Gyehehe!”

With that declaration confirmed in her mind she begins to move off in a random direction, every step confident. Does she even know where she’s going? It’s hard to say.

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He has to bite his lip to keep from cleaning his glasses again when Komugi calls him ‘Acchan’. The nickname is cute - almost - but it’s annoying, and it’s even longer then his real name, so what’s the point of waiting the time? She’s called him deputy, though, but he can’t tell whether it’s supposed to be a sign of respect or an mocking insult. Most likely the latter.

“Mugimugi? What kind of nickname is that? It sounds like some cereal brand or a little kid’s toy.”

Aki tries to find a way to insult the girl’s name, but he doubt’s it’ll work - if she even ends up listening to what he says. She’s got the type of attitude to either ignore or suck in everything that anyone ever might say to her, and it both annoys Aki and forces out a little smidge of respect for the girl.

Try to switch the topic from names, alright? Bear the pain, get on her good side. Remember, you’re aiming to get her phone number. No, not for a perverted kind of way - Aki’s still a virgin, and he doesn’t intend to lose it to this weirdo - but for. Connections.

“But I highly doubt you’re an idol - though with that shitty get up, it’s not unlikely. Do you mind explaining the bombs, though? I mean, from what teach said back there-”

He jabs a finger back at the classroom.

“Jea-lous of my cute nickname? Aw, don’t be mad bro. I got buckets of ‘em. Yer welcome to anyone nickname you want if Deputy Acchan doesn’t work for ya. Mine is hard to top, I get that.”

Explain - bombs. That was all she needed to hear. Or perhaps she was just attuned to certain words. More unceremonious chuckles pour out of her mouth from behind her fingers.

“I had no idea Deputy Acchan was so bold♫ askin’ ‘bout this sorta stuff sounds kinda like a tricky business, don’t it? Implication is yer gonna start usin’ this information for no good. Which is NG in itself. Nooo good. If I were a law abidin’ tidy good student I would tell ya that sorta talk is super yikes, ya know? Well! Yer lucky I’m none of those things -- haw! I’m just DYIN’ to talk ‘bout it actually!”

At this point a sparkle appears in her eyes and her entire body animates as she begins to gesture and pace back and forth though never straying too far from Aki. Oh no, he can’t escape, not when it’s explanation time. Tricks are like magic. She has no intention of revealing the secret but explaining the joy of what happened well now that is a different matter entirely. Of course she’s going to brag about it, come on.

“Fufuuuuuuu~ well then! This is how it goes, see? I was mindin’ my own business mixin’ a lil thing here n’ a bitbob here, seein’ what’s gonna tick. Ordinary firecrackers don’t always do the trick, they sure do BANG but it ain’t quite a bang-a-rang-- so yeah, I experiment. See what’ll look cool. I was onto somethin’ pretty neat, ya know but then teach walks in and he’s like--”

And here she changes her demeanor. Clearing her throat behind one hand she takes on a pathetic attempt at an old man’s grumbly griper voice, her arms behind her now straightened back.

“’What is going on here Kururugi? Explain yourself’.”

She chuckles at her own impression before continuing on, her pose and expression returning to the cheeky one she’d wore prior.

“Hey, he might have been after your ass, but I’ve been trying to stay on that guy’s good side for a long time, okay? He’s not exactly friendly to all questionable students that he meets. I mean, I’m giving you props for doing…whatever you did, fucking set off a bomb in his face from what I can gather-”

How the hell did this kid not manage to get expelled? It didn’t even seem like she was trying to earn her keep.

“But still. Don’t pull me into your bullshit, okay? The only reason I stayed was cause-”

Cause what, genius?

“-cause after you dragged me into that - how’d you know I’d be able to stick by your side? I could easily have thrown you under the bus - he would’ve been after me, one way or another.”

Aki takes off his glasses and needlessly cleans them with the corner of his jacket, trying to calm himself down. The teacher was still just in the other room, after all, and who knows who might be walking down the corridor. Another teacher? A student? Or - if he was really unlucky - the principal. That’d be great, having Headmaster Yasuda walking in to find him swearing.

Be nice to the girl, right? That was the plan, and he’s already fucking that up. Be nice. Get to know each other. Make small talk, find some common interest. That’s how connections start, right? Never mind that it was a girl.

She asked his name, hadn’t she? Better get on that. Try to get that kind voice up and running again, didn’t seem to work too bad. Most of the time.

“I’m Aki Nishimura, but just call me Aki, alright? It’s short and simple, so even you shouldn’t be able to forget it.”

An uncertain pause, and then-

“Eh, whuzza--? How’d I know wha-- oh that.”

She shrugs a dismissive stretchy frown appearing on her face. Honestly the only reason she was tolerated in most places at her was her surname; she was a terror with no real motivation to change and the flagrant disrespect she showed everything was hard to ignore. But oh well, money buys friends. Or favours, anyway.

“Well I didn’t did I! This gal here took a chance because what does she have to lose, righ~t? I kinda expected ya to dump me in it honestly. In which case I probably woulda made ya my next target-- it’s a shame now that I think about it. Ya look pretty fun to spook--kekeke! Yer right though, I’m a nasty piece o’ work draggin’ some hapless spectagoggled kid into my personal drama. I’m reawwy sowwy I bugged ya like that, won’t happen again - I promise.”

Said someone who would probably do it again.

There’s something about his demeanor that... in a word, just strikes her as pissy. Or peevish. Like he needs to check his watch every five seconds or have his coat stay unstained. It’s amusing to consider potential reactions from this kid. Oh wait, yeah, focus, this is a conversation. She’d asked for his name after all the least she can do is try and hear it. But again there’s something about him that strikes her as prickly - she caught the words ‘even you’ and immediately began scheming at some petty revenge.

“Pffft-- sure, whatever Acchan. Oopsy, my memory’s bad, guess this much is all I can remember-- keke-- ahahaha! Sorry-- I meant to say Deputy Acchan. ‘Nyways--”

She waves a hand dismissively both in the hope it’ll lessen her laughter which is, as always, a constant and change the topic to one she’s better at dealing with. Herself, of course. Most notably, an introduction which she’ll rock, of course.

Or at least, normally he wouldn’t. But he only needs a few of the student’s words clue him into the situation (ignoring the ‘kyaa’s and ‘amigo’s and ‘Halloween’s, of course) and Aki wonders how easy it would be to take advantage of the situation. Get connections, and all that. Well, that and the fact that he doubts he could leave the situation at this point.

Explosions? Yeah, it’s good to be on someone’s good side if they do things like that. Especially if they have a bomb printed on their clothes.

“Uwaa, she’s telling the truth, y’know! Lying to a teacher definitely isn’t something that someone should do, and I can guar-an-tee that she would definitely not cross that line! I know my amigo-”

Aki’s voice cracks, though whether it’s because he’s not used to using such…intimate words or sheer embarrassment he isn’t sure, but either way he gathers himself up again.

“My partner and I were definitely hard at work in the pursuit of science! She was waaaay ahead of me, what with her being super smart and all, doing all kinds of very serious experiments and whatever, trying to get a perfect formula! Who knows, had she been successful, she could have created a new magical science-y thing! Cure the world of all diseases and all that.”

Ugh, he feels a little sick from saying such cliched and cheesy phrases, but hopefully the teacher is gullible enough to believe him. He hopes the teacher would be content with this, because he doesn’t want to have to deal with this much longer. Maybe he’d get to talk to the girl, get things explained, maybe even be tipped off a little bit. Best possible scenario, they trade numbers and depart as unlikely friends.

“Yeah, teach, how’re ya gonna ‘pologize when I cure the world of disaster-itus, huh? Yer bein’ mighty rude. When the shinigami’s a-comin’ lemme be the first to tell ya yer not gettin’ anythin’ I make. Me nor my bud here who lemme clarify, is just bein’ modest, he’s a helluva guy this guy.”

Whoever the hell he is. Going around in circles like this is no fun so she feigns surprise, her eyes widening and then snaps her head to the right. Yeah, that seems convincing enough. She claps her hands together and a grin begins to spread out onto her face once more.

“Oopsy-daisy, didja hear that? Gettin’ called by another sensei. Probably wantin’ to compliment me on my awesome progress n’ all. Love to stay n’ chat, gotta run, gotta go, time’s a wastin’!”

She doesn’t really waste any time in scampering off although she vaguely hears him yell something about ‘not being finished here’ and ‘no running in the corridors’ both which are useless things to complain about, honestly. Whatever she hardly heard the words anyway. Komugi doesn’t drag the poor kid by the sleeve this time but she does signal a wave to follow her lead. After all if he’s nice enough... or stupid enough... or mischievous enough to follow her lead he’s worth talking to in some fashion.

As soon as the teacher’s out of earshot she stretches and drops whatever saccharine sarcasm was in her tone prior opting for a more casual but just as brassy one.

“Blegh. Ya see that? Such a pain-- that assclown has it in for me, I swear.”

She adjusts her headband and shifts the weight onto her other foot. It seems like she just doesn’t have it in her to stay in one place.

“Right. So what’s yer deal? Let me guess, he did something to you too? Adults like that are such a drag s’like they don’t know how to have fun. Re-ally gets me down. Makes it worth it to see ‘em all panicky like that though, heh! Ya should’ve been there, he scr-eamed!★ Ku... kekeke...”

Komugi pauses as an eruption of tiny chuckles has her reeling for a second before she wipes at non-existent tears, continuing on.