SHSL Literary Historian

Hello, my name is Satoru Kato! It's so wonderful to meet you. I'm just a young man trying to reach his dreams, like many of you. I hope we can become the best of friends. I eh, consider myself quite the romantic, which isn't a bad thing like people may have led you to believe.

[shsl-bratty-wordsmith-deactivat]

A Big Bang (DR:TOH Motive One Reaction: Open Start)

Natsu hardly batted an eye at the announcement, hardly even finding it possible to care about the situation. Honestly she doubted someone had enough money to make a rocket big enough and so precise it could wipe out all of Tokyo. This whole situation was literally straight out of some shit ass manga. Surely no one could be considering murdering over this, right?

Frowning a bit Natsu waved at Fuwa-chan and said, “Please just shut up already you overstuffed sheep, no one will actually murder over that. That’s probably the worst motive you could possibly give.”

The rapper looked around only to be greeted with her classmates seeming much more panicked than her and almost certainly the whole murder thing for Tokyo. Sure, the rapper had fans in Tokyo but her sanity was telling her how impossible this whole thing was made her hardly worry. It wasn’t like she knew anyone personally that lived in Tokyo, still no reason to panic let alone kill over it. It was kind of ridiculous how they were all reacting. 

Casually Natsu slipped her pants in her pants pocket and turned on her heel to head out the door, “If anyone wants to do something productive feel free to follow me! I’m going to go explore this place some more.” And hopefully find something much more useful like a way out, or the kitchen. Either worked at this point.

[satoruthehero]

Satoru did not know what to think. The whole situation just kept getting more and more surreal. One of his classmates had to kill another, or else all of Tokyo would be blown to bits?

No. There's no possible way this could be real.

Then why did he still feel so scared? Even if it's all one huge joke, shouldn't he do something to help save Tokyo, yet also prevent a classmate from being killed? It all seemed like too much for one person.

He was brought back from his thoughts by the sound of someone speaking, and he caught the rapper leaving.

"W-wait!" He called after her, and followed. "How..eh, how can you just brush this off? Even if it's not real, it should be something to be concerned about. Do you not care there's a possibility it's all true, absurd as it may be?"

[shslsprachwissenschaftlerin-blog]

Yuriko's Cooking Show-Off: Food for Thought [open to TOH]

The kitchen was form-fitting to Yuriko’s dream - well stocked, clean, crisp, roomy enough to move and gave a good view of the area people would eat. Oh how she could become a star here, how she could woo the student body with her ability to create cuisine. Super high school level chef though she was not, she did know her way around a cookbook and kitchen.

Tonights menu would consist of quichw lorraine, a favorite of hers growing up. Her ingredient were set and measured, in separate containers until mixing was needed. She undoubtedly loved to cook - especially for others, who would praise her for her skill. Right now, Yuriko had her sleeves rolled up, hands floured from kneading the pie dough, and was rolling out the dough. A ten-inch round was needed to cover the pan. In her mind, she was debating the freezing and blind baking of the crust. She didn’t know quite how it would affect the dough, but did she have the time - or the patience - to let the dough freeze?

Oh well, she would cross that bridge when she came to it.

For now, she ignored the investigations around her in favor of making dinner. There was more dough set aside, enough for a second quiche. She was feeding some 15 people after all, though she hadn’t asked them is that was their desire. They would eat what was offered, she was sure. The dough beneath her rolling pin bent itself to her will, giving a satisfying depression beneath the wooden instrument. Yuriko sighed happily at how well things were working out so far.

Perhaps Yuriko wished for some kitchen company - someone to show off to in process. But the fates would have her visitors - she could not pick and choose who it would be to drop by.

[satoruthehero]

Searching for a library proved to be unsuccessful, and in the short couple hours since waking up, Satoru felt as if he hasn't eaten in a week. In his exploration, he did recall coming across a quaint looking cafe, and decided to make his way to it. When he entered, he could already smell something being made, and his mouth watered.

If someone was really making food, he figured they wouldn't mind if he popped in to snag a quick sweet. 

He stepped into the kitchen, and there was indeed someone already making food. One of the girls from...well, he supposed whatever that was with the llama robot was the opening ceremony. She looked to be rather busy, so he wordlessly moved over to the pantry, and let out an audible sound of happiness when he saw the chocolate. He grabbed a bar, and broke off a small corner. It wouldn't hurt to have something to snack on he thought, as he turned to watch the girl cook for a bit.

He wanted to ask what she was making, but he didn't want to be rude

[shslgardengirl]

Thyme to Explore - Open

[satoruthehero]

Satoru found his dorm quite easily, thanks to the nameplate and the crudely drawn image that he assumed was supposed to be him. The inside was plain (though it did have a pretty cool bunk bed), just a bedroom. He lost interest very quickly. 

His main goal was to find a library. To him, they always held answers in their infinite pages and stories. If he could find a library, he could most definitely find a way to escape. As he walked along the campus, he noted that it was very beautiful, but he couldn’t fully appreciate it. Killing his classmates, whom he didn’t even know? It had to be a joke. Perhaps this is a class teamwork project to escape, and the mutual killing scenario was just a motivator. Yet it still gnawed at the back of his mind.

Something caught his eye, pulling him from his thoughts. A running track! A clear place where he can just run and try to think, or forget if needed. He walked on down, intending to run a lap or two to gather his thoughts when he saw someone go into the building next door. He signed, remembering he should be exploring and not messing around. 

He entered the building, and saw the girl he met earlier examining a rather impressive looking rock climbing wall.

"Hanako-Chan!" He called, and stood next to her. "Do you need any help?"

[shslgardengirl]

 Having not heard the door open, Hanako whirled around, startled, and trying to find the source of the voice. “Oh, Satoru-chan! I was just… uh… examining this rock wall to make sure it was safe, in case anyone ends up wanting to use it! Not that I would, I mean, I’m too busy trying to look around…” She made an exaggerated tug at one of the colorful handholds, and found it didn’t budge an inch. “N-nope! It seems alright!” 

"But maybe if you wanted to help me help me check to make sure the rest of it is safe? I was looking for a phone, but it would be a good idea to make sure nobody accidentally gets hurt, wouldn’t it?" 

That was it. She did want to make sure nobody got hurt, didn’t she? It wouldn’t be her fault if a teensy little bit of super-fun rock climbing was involved. 

[satoruthehero]

"O-oh, um..!" He stared up at the wall. Impressive as it may be, climbing something that high with only a wire to keep from falling to a horrid death, or at least a broken leg, wasn't something that he really wanted to do. Still, he walked over to nudge one of the handholds and knock on the backboard a few times before nodding. "Eh, sure seems safe. So long as someone is extra careful and doesn't climb without the proper equipment.."

He wanted to be seen as a brave man, but being faced by a precarious wall with flimsy wires is where he drew the line. 

"A phone! Oh, there has to be one here, shouldn't there? If someone were to take a harsh fall they'd have to contact someone..How's about I search for the phone, and you can check if this rock wall is fully safe!"

He scurried from the wall as if it could fall on them at any moment, and started examining the regular, perfectly safe walls.

[yokuscarnival-blog]

Exploring(ha) Time

[satoruthehero]

  Satoru was still baffled at the notion of a machine laying down to sleep, and actually snoring that he didn’t realize the group of students thinning out to go in their own directions. When he came too, almost everyone was already out of view except for one girl heading for the dorms. Most likely to explore.

With the new information of their situation, he didn’t want to explore alone. Nor did he think it was safe for anyone else to. He broke into a jog to catch up with the girl.

"Pardon me! Are you going to explore? May I join you?" He smiled, and walked in stride next to her when he caught up. "The dorm hall, hmm? Interesting place to start. I’m Satoru, by the way! What is your name?"

[yokuscarnival-blog]

As Yoku hurried towards the dorms, enticed by the thought of the warm blankets and soft pillow, when she noticed someone trailing her, and when reaching hearing distance, requested to accompany her. This would not do, she would not be able to even doze off with him around. She was expecte to be exploring after all. After a quick assessment of the situation, during which he was able to catch compeltely up to her, Yoku decided she could poke around for a few minutes with him, then retire, saying she was tuckered out and emotionally distraught. That would work. Hopefully. “I can’t really say no to your offer, so I will am glad to accept your company! she with a wide grin. “I’m Yoku Yoshida, and it’s great to meet you.” She finished, stifling another yawn. 

[satoruthehero]

"A pleasure to meet you as well, Yoku!" He smiled, and gave a small bow to her. Nervous as he was over the situation, in that moment he swore to himself to make the best of it. Perhaps if everyone becomes friends, there will be no need for murder. "And I must say, I do quite like your headband." A small compliment can go a long way, he thought.

As they continued towards the dorms, he saw someone else leave with a look of disappointment on their face, before turning to explore elsewhere.

"Hm. It seems other people got there first. Perhaps we should explore elsewhere? There will be time to see the dorms afterwards."

[yokuscarnival-blog]

Exploring(ha) Time

Yoku was thoroughly shocked at the situation rising around her. Waking up, and instead of finding a nice school where she could truly reach her goals, she was greeted by a…What was it? A llama? Sheep? Maybe an alpaca or something, she actually had no idea, though was sure it would make a cute plush to sell in her carnival. 

Seeing the animal of unknown name curl up into a small ball and fall asleep inspired Yoku, and while the rest of her classmates decided to run themselves ragged trying to find a way out, she thought it a good idea to find the dorms and take a nap, she could always explore later, and if someone tried to stop, she could feign illness or say she was going to explore the dorms. “Easy as pie” She thought to herself as she twirled her cane, finding herself catching Fuwa-chan’s yawn and twirling her cane as the yawn pushed her mouth open. She put her cane into the crook of her elbow as she rubbed her eyes, the cane balanced like the gun of a soldier and she walked off, in search of the dorms.  

[satoruthehero]

Satoru was still baffled at the notion of a machine laying down to sleep, and actually snoring that he didn't realize the group of students thinning out to go in their own directions. When he came too, almost everyone was already out of view except for one girl heading for the dorms. Most likely to explore.

With the new information of their situation, he didn't want to explore alone. Nor did he think it was safe for anyone else to. He broke into a jog to catch up with the girl.

"Pardon me! Are you going to explore? May I join you?" He smiled, and walked in stride next to her when he caught up. "The dorm hall, hmm? Interesting place to start. I'm Satoru, by the way! What is your name?"

[shslgardengirl]

Thyme to Explore - Open

After everyone at the fountain had dispersed, Hanako searched her dorm room up and down—of all the areas that seemed to be accessible, it seemed to be the one most likely to have what she was looking for. Despite an unused phone jack by her bedside table that seemed to suggest communication with the outside was possible at one point, though, she couldn’t find any other trace of a phone.

So, after that waste of an half-an-hour or so, she decided it would be best to check one of the other few places she was allowed to enter scattered around the campus. As she slowly strolled down the tree-lined path from the dormitories (mostly to gather her thoughts, though she did make sure to take a few moments to appreciate the well-kept junipers), Hanako considered her options. She could see all sorts of buildings through the trees, none of them looking especially promising. Except for one, on the end… was that a running track? It was, with vaults and numerous other pieces of sports equipment lying around, and a fieldhouse right next to it! If that was the case, there would certainly be a phone inside, wouldn’t there? After all, it was important to be able to call for help when an athlete was injured!

Even she had to admit that was a bit of a stretch, but it was the only lead she had.

Cutting between the trees and walking across the (very neatly trimmed and watered) grass, Hanako made her way to the large building. She tested the door, pleased to find it wasn’t locked, and pushed it open.

…she would definitely start looking for a phone. After, that is, she checked out the incredibly fun-looking rock climbing wall.

[satoruthehero]

Satoru found his dorm quite easily, thanks to the nameplate and the crudely drawn image that he assumed was supposed to be him. The inside was plain (though it did have a pretty cool bunk bed), just a bedroom. He lost interest very quickly. 

His main goal was to find a library. To him, they always held answers in their infinite pages and stories. If he could find a library, he could most definitely find a way to escape. As he walked along the campus, he noted that it was very beautiful, but he couldn't fully appreciate it. Killing his classmates, whom he didn't even know? It had to be a joke. Perhaps this is a class teamwork project to escape, and the mutual killing scenario was just a motivator. Yet it still gnawed at the back of his mind.

Something caught his eye, pulling him from his thoughts. A running track! A clear place where he can just run and try to think, or forget if needed. He walked on down, intending to run a lap or two to gather his thoughts when he saw someone go into the building next door. He signed, remembering he should be exploring and not messing around. 

He entered the building, and saw the girl he met earlier examining a rather impressive looking rock climbing wall.

"Hanako-Chan!" He called, and stood next to her. "Do you need any help?"

[satoruthehero]

Reading is Radical!

[satoruthehero]

Language Arts (Starter for mainly for Yuriko, though anyone can reply!)

[shslsprachwissenschaftlerin-blog]

  "You weren’t intruding at all! I just prefer to finish my paragraphs before diverting my attention. I don’t like to be left hanging, after all! Not with a plot this good." She chuckles to end her sentence, a period, a punctuation.

Yuriko was prone to showing off - and this was the case as she set her book aside to bring her hands in front of her, motioning with her hands as she spoke. “I speak it, I read it, I write it, I sign it! I am as fluent as can be!” She proved this with her hands signing along, though she was not speaking the language she normally would while using these particular hand patterns. “Do you need a teacher? A tutor? Because I would be more than happy to help! And I doubt you’ll get nearly as good of an education anywhere else!”

Another giggle. She was full of them today, pleased to be given an opportunity to show off the talent that got her into this school in the first place. With the offer of his hand, she gives her own, handshake firm as her smile tries to gleam in the daylight. “Yuriko Mitsushita, at your service! And I assure you,the pleasure is all mine!”

[satoruthehero]

Oh my, she was talking a lot. Almost too fast for Satoru to keep up!But he couldn't help but smile at her. She was so animated, and talked with such passion. He could tell that they are going to get along very well.

"I certainly wouldn't mind having some help learning the language at some  point! It shouldn't be too hard. I've taught myself how to speak English fluently, after all."

A hint of pride crossed his face. English had been difficult. Horribly difficult. So many contradictions, and the differences between read and read, tear and tear, so many complicated rules...It hurt his head when he thought of it too much, but that didn't stop it from being his favorite language.

"It took years, but now I an read any English book with ease! The new slang words that come up still get me sometimes, however.."

[sadhkfhiwey9r48972347234asdf-de]

Open Starter

[shsl-roboticist]

Aichi mentally kicked himself as the artist started crying. He’d fucked up big this time. His stomach lurched at the thought that he’d ruined his chances of a happy school life just by being his idiot self. Though if anyone had touched Aichi’s robots, he assured himself, they’d end up breathing through a tube rather than watching him cry.

He had no choice. He’d have to leave again. Start over. Try not to alienate himself from everyone again. Probably fail. He stared at the floor. People were too unpredictable. He’d be better off alone. Yeah, for sure he was an awful excuse for a human being, as the other guy had said earlier. He gritted his teeth. His knuckles hurt. Everything hurt.

He heard footsteps hurrying closer and looked up. Some huge guy, a meddler—no, a concerned passerby. Aichi watched him comfort the other boy, somewhat relieved. He jerked back when addressed. 

"Yeah, I did it." He looked back down at the ground, feeling like a child again. "We got into an argument and he uh, kinda triggered something in me I guess," he offered lamely.

It was a shitty excuse for a shitty deed, and he knew it.

[sadhkfhiwey9r48972347234asdf-de]

Hiro almost didn’t notice the arrival of the new male, only reacting when he placed a hand on his shoulder. The artist tried to steady the shaky pants coming from his chest by sucking in a deep breath, unclenching his jaw and relaxing his fists. He still wasn’t completely stable by any means, but having someone come in and distract him a bit from the matter at hand did at least calm his nerves for the moment.

He frowned and twisted his mouth in clear aggravation when Aichi offered an explanation of what had happened. The way the roboticist phrased it made it sound as though he had invited him into the room and provoked him into attack. Sure he hadn’t exactly tried to avoid the argument, but he never wanted company in the first place. All he wanted was to be left alone, why didn’t anyone get that?

Hiro cleared his throat so as to interject, steadying his voice as much as possible to prevent any wavering.

"Maybe if you had left when I told you to, this wouldn’t be a problem."

[satoruthehero]

Even though Satoru knew nothing about what had happened, he found himself siding more with the crying boy. He shouldn't jump to such harsh conclusions, but he couldn't help but glare at the other, speaking to him with an acidic bite to his tone.

"What on earth could have been triggering enough to attempt to destroy this young man's art, eh? To hurt him like this? Did you not think that they could have feelings of their own?" He tried to keep his voice calm, but there was apparent anger rising. He stepped towards the roboticist, pointing a finger menacingly. As flamboyant as he looked otherwise, he could appear to be dangerous if he wanted to. A small voice in his head told him to calm down, that their issues had nothing to do with him, but it was silenced over the buzz of anger. He hardly even noticed the crying boy speaking.

"I don't care what excuse you have, you shouldn't hurt friends like this."

[shsl-beekeeper-blog]

small letter small voice small baby chou thank u

[satoruthehero]

Language Arts (Starter for mainly for Yuriko, though anyone can reply!)

[shslsprachwissenschaftlerin-blog]

  Yuriko squinted some at the page, puffing out her cheeks as she wanted to finish the sentence she was reading before replying. “Я еще не закончил. Подождите.” There was but a bit more reading to do before the paragraph ended, and there was no way Yuriko was going to miss a moment of it.

A few seconds later she looked over to her accompaniment, a boy who had shied away from her in her moments of literary envelopment. She pouted a bit, realizing what she had done. “I’m sorry! I do speak Japanese. I was thinking in Russian though.” She giggles, a verbal representation of bubbles floating in spring air. “Reading Russian books will do that. Don’t scoot away! I don’t bite, I promise!”

[satoruthehero]

He looked a bit more disappointed again when she spoke more of the foreign language, but when she looked up and spoke, and how she lit up with her laugh, his worry melted away. "Ah! I'm sorry, eh I was just hoping I wasn't intruding."

He inched a bit closer again, always preferring to be near people while talking to them. "So you're reading Russian? That's amazing! Do you speak it fluently? I've never gotten around to learning it yet. But now that I'm here in one of the best schools, perhaps I can!"

He smiled, and it seemed to light up his entire being. He pushed a strand of brilliant red hair away from his face, and held out his hand, his nails perfectly manicured. "I am Satoru Kato, by the way! A pleasure to meet you"

[sadhkfhiwey9r48972347234asdf-de]

Open Starter

[sadhkfhiwey9r48972347234asdf-de]

  Hiro ran his fingers over the cracks that webbed across his work, the sharp edges making small cuts on his fingers that he didn’t - couldn’t feel. It was one thing to have his art painted over and covered up by some government slobs because they couldn’t handle the truth, but watching it get destroyed so easily…it affected him more than he ever cared to admit.

Even now he could feel hot tears of anger starting to well up in his eyes and the sound of blood pounding against the inside of his ears. It was nothing short of a miracle that he even managed to hear Aichi’s voice through the chaos rampaging through his head. Slowly, almost mechanically, he turned his head and stared at him blankly over his shoulder.

"Sorry…"

The word almost sounded like a joke at this point. The artist staggered a few steps towards the other teen before stopping, his knees buckling and threatening to give out from underneath him at any moment. The corner of his mouth began to twitch slightly before collapsing into a scowl.

"Sorry…so…rry?!"

His voice transitioned from a disorientated mumble to a yell filled with clarity and anger.

"You…this was supposed to help…! Supposed to help everyone see and change something…! Are you trying to destroy what I’m fighting for?! This is beyond your petty anger, this is the only thing that a person like me can contribute to this world and you…you-!”

He grabbed at his own chest, bunching the fabric of his shirt up into his balled up fist. His breaths were coming out in short, quick pants and he could feel the tears overspilling and making trails down his face, but at this point he was far beyond the point of caring.

[satoruthehero]

Satoru heard the yelling. It was angry, and yet full of anguish and despair (as far as he could tell). He could only hear tidbits of it from the corridor. Something about someone who could have helped, something about changing the world.

He would find out soon enough, for he dashed to the room where the yelling had come from, which had now dissolved into soft, muffled breaths.

Was this really something he should intervene with? He tugged nervously on the strap of his bag. In the past, whenever he tried to console a stranger, he'd be shooed away. But he couldn't stand idly by, not after hearing those anguished cries, and no one else was coming...

His decision was made. He put on a calm  face, and opened the door. "What is going on in here?"

There were two others in there. One was just standing there, his knuckles bleeding on one hand. The other was..he was crying! Satoru felt a pang in his chest and he went over to the crying boy, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Goodness, what happened?" He looked around the room, hoping it would give him some insight. There was a beautiful mural on the wall that looked as if it wasn't intended to be there, but its beauty was interrupted by a series of cracks. As if someone had hit it.

It clicked instantly, but it wasn't that hard to figure out. He looked tot he boy with the bloodied hands, and asked the obvious. "Did you do this?" He inched a bit closer to the crying boy, hoping his presence could help

[satoruthehero]

Language Arts (Starter for mainly for Yuriko, though anyone can reply!)

[shslsprachwissenschaftlerin-blog]

  Yuriko was quick on her feet as she left the classroom - talented though she was, she never did enjoy having to sit for hours. She was a lady of movement, an energetic spirit that was not meant to be bound to one place for long, be that place a nation or a classroom desk. The weather outside greeted her with open arms, a breeze just the right temperature to comfort her. The book she had planned on reading was in her hand before her body even left her desk, and as such, by the time that the other arrived, she was already reading. It was a title she herself had translated, but never really had time to read - “Diamond Princess”. She read it in the original Russian, not risking the loss of meaning through linguistic switch, and pored over the Cyrillic script with ease.

She did not, however, respond so easily to the voice that had spoken to her. “доброе утро,” she replied, still reading through an important plot point in the language printed on the paper. She paid the person little attention - as of right now, at least. A few more paragraphs and she might set the novel aside.

[satoruthehero]

"P-pardon me?" He asked, not understanding what she said in the slightest. It sounded as if it was Russian, a language he has unfortunately not yet gotten to learning. He shifted a tad uncomfortably, hoping he wasn't rude. "My apologies, can you speak Japanese?"

He shifted over to put a bit more space in between them, just in case she didn't want him around.

[satoruthehero]

Language Arts (Starter for mainly for Yuriko, though anyone can reply!)

The initial wonderment of  the  school  was starting to wear off and it was becoming just that. School. While far better than his last one in his opinion, that same monotonous drawl and sleepy bored still seeped through. Also, he was still required to take math classes. As smart as he considered himself, many of the equations and problems soared straight over his head.

He was thankful when the bell signaled class dismissed, and it was now time for break. Grabbing his book of the week, he went outside to the fountain, his favorite place to read. Usually during the morning class hours it was fairly empty, so he was a bit shocked to see someone else sitting in his regular spot at the edge of the fountain. No matter, there was plenty of room. He sat down next to the person and smiled, "Good morning!"

[satoruthehero]

Open Starter

[satoruthehero]

  Satoru jumped back at the sound of the bang under the table, and looked as if the other could have been shot. “Goodness, my apologies! I didn’t mean to startle you.” He cautiously sat down and eyed the plate of lettuce pushed towards him.

"Ah, thank you but no thanks. I’ve already eaten." He sat up straight and proper, with an air that he was at a fancy tea party or dinner for posh adults, instead of a school lunch cafeteria full of teenagers. "Besides, while that stuff is good for you, I do prefer foods with a bit more..eh..substance."

He eyed the other before him some more, looking for any more signs of pain. She did  look just a tad familiar. “You are in my class, aren’t you? Eh, I’m Satoru Kato.”

[shsl-bratty-wordsmith-deactivat]

"Naw, don’t worry about it it’s fine. It’ll probably just bruise a little later. Nothing I can’t cover up with makeup or pants," Natsu reassured the new arrival, bending her leg to prove a point, holding back the wince from the fading pain.

"Tell me about it." Natsu groaned, slinking down to lay her head on the table.  "Don’t ever diet, or better yet don’t splurge on anything greasy or sweet you will regret it later. You will definitely regret it, take my wise words of wisdom." She pointed a finger at him in attempts to drive her point home whining like the overgrown spoiled brat she truly was.

"I think I am? I’m bad with people I don’t actually know, you might recognize me from T.V, that’s probably why my face is familiar." She straightened herself out and smiled widely at Satoru, "I’m Natsu Hashimoto, it’s a pleasure to meet you!" 

[satoruthehero]

He couldn't help but giggle a bit at her diet-driven plight. "I eat sweets far too often for other's tastes, but it has never caused me much of a problem before. My mother always said I have a high metabolism"

Satoru examined her face some more. He didn't watch too much television anymore, but her name definitely rang a bell to his former peers at his former school. "Ah, you're one of those rappers! I do hope you won't be offended when I say that I don't like the style very much, but I do appreciate you making an art for others to enjoy"

[shsl-bratty-wordsmith-deactivat]

Mastermind!Natsu Alternate colors

The beautiful lineart was done by my darling boyfriend maxishappy also known as shsl-roboticist and i did all the shoddy coloring. To say the least I had way too much fun with it!

[satoruthehero]

Open Starter

[shsl-bratty-wordsmith-deactivat]

  Ah the joys of lunch, more like the joys of eating rabbit food everyday. Dieting was a pain, especially when it was actually needed. More weight had gone to the rappers thighs and was starting to move to her stomach and ruin the perfectly flat surface.Frowning she flipped the greenery with her fork, only when someone spoke did she jump up, banging her knee on the table.

Hissing low, Natsu rubbed her knee and looked up at the new arrival, not recognizing the male’s face. "Yeah sure thing, sorry about not noticing you sooner." Casually she pushed the salad in the arrivals direction,  "Want something to eat? I don’t think I could choke down more rabbit food if my life depended on it."

[satoruthehero]

Satoru jumped back at the sound of the bang under the table, and looked as if the other could have been shot. "Goodness, my apologies! I didn't mean to startle you." He cautiously sat down and eyed the plate of lettuce pushed towards him.

"Ah, thank you but no thanks. I've already eaten." He sat up straight and proper, with an air that he was at a fancy tea party or dinner for posh adults, instead of a school lunch cafeteria full of teenagers. "Besides, while that stuff is good for you, I do prefer foods with a bit more..eh..substance."

He eyed the other before him some more, looking for any more signs of pain. She did  look just a tad familiar. "You are in my class, aren't you? Eh, I'm Satoru Kato."