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❝ Slurpuff, you can’t just dig into another Pokemon’s food. ❞ Tsukasa said as let out an exasperated sigh as he picked up Slurpuff dragging him away from the bowl of food on the floor. 

Sometimes, Tsukasa had to wonder what did he ever do where he deserved such a pokemon such as Slurpuff where he lacked any sort of class or refinement at all. Not that Tsukasa regretted catching Slurpuff. He honestly felt quite the opposite most of the time, and loved his slurpuff dearly, but when moments like this occur, Tsukasa couldn’t help, but feel rather embarrassed by his pokemons unbecoming behavior. 

“Onii-chan is a big MEANIE.” sure she can come and see him during Dream Festival, but she wants to be like her friends who can visit their older brothers aside from festivals . 

Besides her brother’s school is just so famous that she had to see about the drama he is in. He always refused with her visiting him. Why is he so defensive???

“Don’t tell me that you are bullied???”  she insisted to know. “ Even during Dream Fest you are still being so defensive when I visit your school!” 

No....she can’t believe this is happening. She can’t believe that RA*BITS’ photo book just got sold out! And she thought that she can get her hands since the group isn’t as popular as others. 

She frowned as she moves her wheelchair in disappointment to the other side of the book store. 

Was he drunk? No, not at all! He wouldn’t dare to even try alcohol with being only 15 years old. There was a problem or better said a reason as to why he would sit in the corner of the room, perfectly fitting into the space so even the door wouldn’t bother him when opened. Sometimes it was his luck to be smaller than average. A dramatic sob escaped him, hands covering his face in embarrassment.

“Ugh… N-no, I’m not drunk!” Tomoya whined. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at Kirara. Now that she would see him like this: disgraced by the club president. Sometimes, he thought, assassinating this guy was a good plan. Sadly it would be counted as murder, even for an teenager and Wataru… well, it was hard to catch him anyway. This guy couldn’t even come in through the door like a normal person!!

Pressing both knees together and mumbling almost inaudible curses to himself, he hoped not to hear a laugh from Kirara. He was wearing a dress and a long wig, after all. Once again he had to loathe the horrible behavior of the oddball. Could there be anything more embarrassing than this?! Probably not. Some would say he could already be used to the antics of the elder but fact was, that he just couldn’t get used to him and his weird behavior. This was impossible!

“I didn’t do this! Jeez, this is so embarrassing…. that masked pervert… why is he always doing this…?”

She actually thought Tomoya is very cute in a dress. Though she does understand that might hurt his pride as a boy. Unless he’s into dresses, that’s another thing to discuss. 

She chuckles. 

“Then why are you in a dress?” She’s curious. Curious of why Tomoya would dress up like this.  They just met, but seeing this side of Tomoya is quite funny.

Plus he’s cute. Not cute in the female ‘kawaii’ way, cute as in as a guy he’s cute. Besides his body is technically a guy, and bigger than most girls anyway. 

The blonde doesn’t stop there. She pulls out her cellphone and takes a bunch of pictures of Tomoya.

“Awww,”

she made a face, looking at Tomoya in awe. Her eyes sparkles. This is the first time that she has ever sees a guy cross dresses perfectly like this. 

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He had fallen, perhaps tripped over his own legs. He hadn’t really paid much attention, set to performing at practice. But after hearing the loud thud, he had paused, and went to fetch a medical kit in their supplies. Since Souma carried his sword on him at all times, Hasumi had demanded that they started carrying that sort of equipment around with them.

Souma had set straight to work at helping Tomoya fixing his injury, once he had retrieved the bandages. He was careful not to hurt the already injured underclassman. He was vigilant in his task, making sure the patchwork was secure before going to inspect for any other injuries on his legs. He couldn’t see any, and that meant a job well done.