#oprosta

         he sat in silence while a puffed up black tail thumped heavily across the floor, irritation rolled off his body in waves . out of all the things that could’ve happened, here he was affected by a stand user with extra appendages he could truly do without .  cigarette resting on his lips as smoke slowly entered the air while he sat in front of Kakyoin, unwanted instincts kicked in as he awaited for something that wouldn’t happen . being petted .

Rubber wasn’t sure how long she’d been staring for. It hadn’t felt like too long, but she’d been far too absorbed in thought to pay the passing time any mind. She had never expected to see any of Jotaro’s companions again. It wasn’t as if she’d recognize most of them if she saw them, really, but if there was one former enemy she was well-acquainted with --- appearance-wise, that was, nothing further --- it was Kakyoin Noriaki. 

The woman had contemplated whether or not to approach him, what she even had to say if she did approach him, but after what was surely more than a minute, she decided enough time had passed.

You know what? Fuck it.

Oversensitive? Certainly not the kind of individual the captain wanted to deal with, but what could he do? This boy was a member of the same chatroom Harlock was in, so Harlock knew he needed to be civil. Admittedly, the only thing on the man’s mind was how irritated he was with today’s youth for this very reason, but he kept a straight face. Even with how irritating it was, Harlock still had hurt the boy’s feelings and he deserved an apology. 

               “You certainly have a unique art style. ”

It wasn’t a rare spectacle for the great Kishibe Rohan to stop and gaze upon another’s work. Often times budding mangaka’s would come scrambling his way with pages upon pages of what they thought to be ‘original ideas’ seeking criticism. However, it was rare for him to show anything more than a passing interest. And this persons art had done a fine job of captured his interest.

Masamune noticed the sharp change personality almost immediately. That was the superficial smile of someone who didn’t want to be bothered by Masamune. Of course, Masamune wasn’t about to take the hint. Why should he? Noriaki was one of those types that needed help, and Masamune wasn’t about to turn his back on that. 

He was going to help this kid, whether Noriaki wanted that or not. 

“We’ve got that big test, don’t we? Brought some grub.” He lifted up the little bag of food with that familiar grin. “Thought we could study, er, whatever.”

Truthfully, Masamune hated school. He was known for being disruptive, skipping class often, coming to class drunk, and his grades were poor. Of course, it didn’t mean he wasn’t smart. He just didn’t give a shit. So, him wanting to study definitely had ulterior motives.