Likes: Money, Gossip, Reading, The Supernatural, Psychology
Dislikes: Justice, Video Games, Anime, Family, Memes
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I think Emile might just be one of my more normal characters. While writing about him, I figured out that I wanted to keep him as a light-hearted, well-meaning character.
The only problem that occurs is his incurable nosy-ness. Originally, he was based on two generally light-hearted and well-liked characters from two different fandoms, and Emile was meant to make up the worst of both of those characters by being more secretive and sneaky. As of now, he's just nosy and a nerd.
But, similar to other well-meaning characters (like Fureddo, Kuroko, most of the Martial arts club), his willingness to help tied with his inability to mind his business might lead to an untimely end. Not that I have one planned out at the moment, but I'm glad I can put him in a certain "category". That will definitely help me proceed with the story.
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1. Emile doesn't talk about this often, but he depends quite a lot on his peers for entertainment. This us why he likes gossip and myths so much- so he can decide whether or not it's true by gathering evidence. Alternatively speaking, he hopes to turn his life into constant twists and turns of mystery for the sake of making his life less boring.
2. He likes meeting and chatting with his friends' parents as a way to get closer to them.
3. Popularly, he's known for being a goody nerd- making jokes that reference academic studies and such. Due to this, he's THE most popular student tutor available.
4. Thanks to people coming to Emile for studies. He often hears bits and pieces of drama and his classmates' lives. Unfortunately, he's 100% one to like gossip and ends up blabbing about private knowledge that he's able to confirm as true.
Colleen Smith: Emile, despite it being common knowledge that he has a crush on Colleen, has managed to be perceived as suspicious by her due to his very frequent attempts to get closer to her. He knows very well that she's regularly very suspicious of things she's not used to, so he hopes that by interacting with her often, she'll become more used to him.
Chojo Tekina: Chojo is considered a very good friend by Emile, as Emile likes hearing him blab about the supernatural. It's an interest they both have in common, and their dynamic consists of Chojo finding myths and Emile investigating to see if they're true or not. Together. The two are something like kids detectives, despite socially being known as Pilar opposites.
Kaga Kusha: Kaga and Emile don't know each other well because Kaga (thankfully) Likes to keep his peers a very far distance from his personal life. Still, Emile likes to run info-gathering errands for Kaga from time to time simply because it helps him learn things- which is Emile's favorite hobby. Sometimes Kaga let's some information about himself slip during random ramblings, which Emile likes to keep in mind.
The next week of school would be optional, and lo and behold, not many students showed up. Ayano had never experienced an “optional” week of school. It basically functioned the same, but with at least half of the students. This was evident because the only people who showed up in class were Ayano herself, Osana, Raibaru, Kuu, Midori, Enpitsu, Beshi, and Emile.
For some reason- possibly for comfort in the empty classroom, they had all come to class early and were either chatting amongst themselves or looking at their phones.
Midori, clearly in a chatting mood, walked over to Kuu and Ayano’s desk. “Guess what, you guys?” She beams, holding up her phone. “My favorite video game creator made another update!! And he’s since responded to every single one of my questions! Cool, isn’t it?!”
Kuu raises an eyebrow at Midori’s phone, reading the new post. It seemed to just be about some random tweaks to the game. Ayano herself didn’t keep up with the game, but from what Midori has told her, she could confirm that these “tweaks” really didn’t affect the game at all.
Ayano was sure that Kuu had figured that out, as the blue-haired girl simply returns to her own phone. “Doesn’t he have all sorts of weird allegations against him?” She asks, although not looking entirely interested.
At first, Midori froze, her expression looking shocked. Ayano couldn’t place if it was because she was surprised Kuu knew that or she was surprised that Kuu paid attention at all. Midori then blows a raspberry at Kuu’s comment. “Eh, nothing’s proven. You know what those weirdo fans are like.”
“It’s best not to be in denial, Midori.” Ayano comments, and quickly adds on before Midori can start whining. “I’m saying that hypothetically, of course. If legitimate proof comes out, you have to cut ties with that guy immediately.” She says, playing the responsible role since Kuu seemed too caught up in her phone to care.
Despite Ayano’s suggestion, Midori just huffs. “Yeah, I’ve got it. I’m totally sure that those allegations were total lies, though. I have good taste in creators, after all!” She says, puffing out her chest proudly.
Ayano simply nods at her claim, and Midori’s attention immediately shifts to Kuu. “Who are you texting, anyway, Kuu? Aren’t you usually reading a book around this time?” She asks, leaning over to take a better look at Kuu’s phone.
Immediately, Kuu turns off her phone and glares at Midori through the reflection of her now blank screen. She closes her eyes and returns her expression to one of boredom. “None of your business.” She claims, before standing up checking the time. “I’ll be back in time for class.” The bluenette says briefly, walking out of the classroom with no further explanation.
“Aw. Guess I scared her off.” Midori says, although she immediately takes Kuu’s seat and scoots closer to Ayano’s desk. She leans her elbows onto her desk and smiles widely. “I bet she’s talking to a boy.”
Raising an eyebrow, Ayano gives a generally doubtful look. “Kuu? Why would she bother?” She asks.
“Because that boy from 1-1 likes her a lot.” Midori claims, placing her cheeks in her hands with an excited smile. “It’s totally canon in the Akademi High universe!”
“Who? Seiyo?” Ayano guesses. That was her best guess since Seiyo seemed to like Ajia so much. Although, Ajia had more personality than Kuu did. Neither he nor Ajia came to school today, so it was likely that that was incorrect.
Midori gives Ayano a confused look and shakes her head. “What? No. There’s no way you haven’t noticed!”
“...Juku? Iruka?” Ayano continues guessing, and Midori’s head shaking gets more and more dramatic.
“Ugh! The pink-haired one, Ayano! I know you know who he is!” Midori huffs, clearly impatient with all of Ayano’s wrong guesses.
As Ayano pauses, clearly not knowing who Midori was talking about, Midori groans dramatically, flopping back into her chair. “You have no sense of fun, Ayano. I’m talking about Otohiko Meichi. The boy who’s always late or in the nurse’s office. Duh!!” She sighs, “I can’t believe you’ve got me all worked up about this! I don’t even care about romance like Mai or Pippi would. I was just yapping because I thought you’d be interested!”
“What made you think that?” Ayano asks, furrowing her eyebrows at the green-haired girl.
“You and your mom always talked about romance and ‘the one’ and all that jazz. What, do you two not talk about that sort of stuff anymore?” Midori asks, “If it wasn’t cooking or housework it was 100% some weird, red-glassed fantasy.”
Ayano’s mother did always talk about when Ayano would find ‘the one’. Thinking back on that, Ayano realizes that she hasn’t told her mother about Taro yet. For some reason, she couldn’t place in her mind what exactly her mother would think once Ayano told her. Happiness would be the normal thought-process, right?
Realizing Ayano hadn’t answered yet, she looks up to Midori. “No, I’m sure she’s still interested. I don’t care much about other people’s love lives, though.” She says, resting her face in her hand.
From the corner of her eye, Ayano spots a familiar head of purple peek into the room. When Ayano looks over, she’s met by Tsuruzo’s smile. He walks over briefly and pulls a chair up to her desk.
“Ayano.” Tsuruzo smiles at her, leaning towards her as he lowers his voice. “We’re unable to do our special act this week due to the recent events, but we could use some help today if you’re open to it. It might be best to prepare a week earlier, anyway.”
“Hm.” Ayano lowers her gaze to her desk, remembering that she did somewhat agree to help him with whatever his club needed. “What do you need me to do?” She asks, looking at the clock on the wall. It was only a few minutes until classes started, so it wasn’t likely that she would be able to do whatever favor Tsuruzo needed at this moment. But in the end, this favor would add to her reputation, so it was worth listening to.
“Well,” Tsuruzo sits up straight and tugs on one of the coils of his ponytail lightly in thought. “I suppose advertisements can wait for now- considering that most of the students are simply too distressed to even come to school. It would be inconsiderate to walk around with flyers.”
Thinking for a minute, Tsuruzo presses his lips together, before his expression brightens up as he finally thinks of something. “Ah, I know! We have a couple of students who were willing to lend a hand- or, more precisely opinion- for the outfits we have planned out at the moment.” He folds one leg over the other and leans back into the seat, nearly bumping into Midori in the process.
“Do you want me to ask those students about the designs you have prepared now?” Ayano guessed, and rightfully so, apparently, as Tsuruzo gave her a bright smile in return.
“Precisely, my dear.” Tsuruzo raised a hand to his mouth and looked up as he recalled something. “I believe the students in question were…” He hums in thought, and slowly lists off each person. “Kiba, Fureddo, Mai, Efude, and… Enpitsu, I believe.” Tsuruzo looks to Enpitsu’s seat, not noticing that he’d left the room. With a light shrug, he turns back to Ayano with a smile. “Of course, this isn’t a necessity. One of the Drama Club members will likely do it eventually, but it would be very helpful if you got it done before us.”
Ayano nods. “I understand. I’ll start during lunch.” She says simply. Despite her lack of emotion on the matter, her decisive answer seemed to tell Tsuruzo enough about her intentions.
“Ah, as expected! I’ll be able to put quite the word in for you to Kizana.” Tsuruzo warmly stated, smiling and standing up from the seat. “I’ll rendezvous with you during cleaning time to ask how the process has gone. Feel free to take your time, my dear. We do have all week!” He calls, waving Ayano goodbye as he left the classroom.
Ayano’s gaze dragged back from the purple-haired male back to the green-haired girl in front of her. “So is that your ‘the one’?” She asks, not even looking interested, but probably attempting to keep a conversation going. She did have a thing for talking, after all.
Part of Ayano almost forgot that her obsession with Taro wasn’t supposed to be spread around like gossip. She quickly bites her tongue before she reacts in any intense manner. “No. He’s not….” Ayano falters, trying to recall what it was that people usually said in situations like this. “..my type.”
Midori raises her eyebrows in surprise, not interested in the topic but content that Ayano was actually commenting on it. “Yeah? So you have a type, then?” She asks, kicking her feet lightly with an expectant smile.
Ayano frowns, realizing that she accidentally contributed to the conversation. “..I don’t know. I’m just not attracted to him. He’s too…” Hesitating again, Ayano tries her best to think of some flaw that wasn’t “he isn’t Taro Yamada”. “..pretty. I don’t think I like pretty faces on guys.” She says.
Yes, that worked. It somewhat lined up with something that Taro wasn’t, and something that Tsuruzo was. Of course, this was generally speaking. In Ayano’s opinion, even if Taro wasn’t generally pretty, he was still pretty to her, and frankly, that was all that mattered.
“Pretty is a, uh… decisive word, I think.” Midori states in thought, Enpitsu entering the classroom suddenly catching her eye. “Hey, Enpitsu!” She slides her chair over to his desk, causing a loud screech to erupt from it. Wrapping her arms around his chair, she smiles up at him. “So, I get that girls are generally the ‘pretty’ when it comes to girls and guys, but would you consider Tsuruzo ‘pretty’?” She asks, leaning her elbow on the chair and her face in her palm.
Enpitsu raises an eyebrow at her before sighing and yanking his chair away from Midori, almost making her fall out of her own chair due to the weight she was putting on his chair. “No, that doesn’t fit. He’s more-so graceful and mature than just ‘pretty’.”
Midori hums loudly, and puts her hand up to her chin in thought. “I mean, I guess I can see that. I feel like ‘pompous’ or something fits better, though.” She claims, before smiling and asking. “Alright, so, then who would you describe as pretty? In fact, someone in this classroom right now.”
Smiling in his typical narcissistic manner, Enpitsu opens his mouth to reply, but Midori suddenly emphasizes. “Not yourself!”
Enpitsu rolled his eyes at Midori’s emphasis but continued to look around to the rest of the students in the class. “Hmm….” He groans. “Literally no one, Midori.”
The orange-haired boy sticks to that statement, even as he gets disapproving looks from the other few students. Emile chuckles as he types on his phone. “Hey, at least he hates us all the same. Better to be not-pretty together, right?” He jokes, immediately lightening the mood.
“If not pretty, then what would you describe us as, Enpitsu?” Raibaru asks, for once taking her attention off of Osana to socialize.
Enpitsu even seemed surprised at the comment, but still looked up to the ceiling in thought. “Hmm, let’s see…” He raises a hand to Beshi, who sat near the front. “The half-dyed hair is a typically ‘cool’ look, Beshi. But since I know you’re such a mama’s girl, your personality does dull that stereotype.”
Beshi scoffs, but even somehow does that politely. “I-I am not a mama’s girl! I’m.. an obedient child.”
Shrugging, Enpitsu mutters, “Same thing.” Before turning to Osana. “Osana, your old pigtails would have been considered ‘cute’ if you had a ‘cute’ face, but it’s more so ‘pretty’. I guess now that you just have a ponytail you could be considered pretty, but..” Enpitsu pauses in thought before seeming to lose interest. “Eh, who knows. You had your pigtails for so long that the ponytail looks weird now.”
Osana scoffs this time, although hers clearly had a more “irritated” affect than Beshi’s. “You can’t live without insulting someone, can you?” She flips her ponytail a bit proudly. “I think I look lovely!”
“It’s good to think positive, Osana.” Enpitsu says, although it clearly was meant to be more sarcastic than an actual compliment. He doesn’t even bother looking her way as he comments on Raibaru, “Raibaru, you’ve always looked like a shorter-haired Osana, but you had a cuter face. Now you look more like her since Osana’s hair is shorter, but your hair still has a more cute, prim-and-proper look to it. If I didn’t know you were a man-throwing machine, I’d say you were cute.”
Osana stands up, clearly irritated at how Enpitsu was commenting on her friend. Raibaru didn’t seem bothered to Osana’s extent and smiled at her. “Don’t worry, Osana. I did ask for his opinion… mostly.”
Sitting back down, Osana glares at Enpitsu as he continues. “Kuu is unique solely in her bright blue hair and red eyes. Her hair is too short to be anything special, but I admit that I don’t think she’d look remotely good with any other hairstyle. Or maybe she just wouldn’t look like Kuu anymore.. Hm…”
Kuu wasn’t here to comment, so Midori did instead. “Totally agree! I think Kuu looks totally cool how she is now!” She says, patting her cheeks as she waited for Enpitsu’s comment on her.
“Green Green, believe it or not, looks incredibly green to me.” Enpitsu says, of course, needing to make fun of Midori’s name in order to continue with his comment. “I don’t know if you all will agree..” He says in faux uncertainty, “But I think green matches her best as a physical explanation, what do you all think?” He asks rhetorically.
Both Beshi and Emile laughed lightly at Enpitsu’s comment, and Midori huffed. “Well, duh! My parents named me Midori because I had the brightest green hair out of everyone!” She claims, “At least since my great-great-great-great grandfather! They named me after him!”
“How flattering.” Enpitsu rolls his eyes, “I, too, would love to be named after a 150 year old man with neon green hair.” He says, and Midori visibly deflates at his comment, glaring at her blank phone screen. “Outside of that, I admit, your bangs don’t look bad.” He says, giving Midori some form of hope. “They’re my second-favorite after… say, blunt bangs. I don’t think anyone else would look remotely flattering with your bangs.” He then looks at her forehead and points a finger. “Your scar, though, I am curious about that. Are you ready to tell us what happened, yet?” He asks.
“Uh, no! It’s only been like, like 11 days! I’m not gonna spill all my lore right now!” Midori insists, crossing her arms stubbornly.
“11 Days since what?” Enpitsu asks. Midori seems excited to answer, but Enpitsu immediately turns his head away and claims, “Never mind, I don’t care.”
As Midori deflates once again in her chair, Enpitsu turns his gaze to Ayano. “I’ve already commented on Ayano once, and she has yet to take my advice.” He says, rolling her eyes. “Ayano, disrespectfully, you are quite possibly the most plain-looking person at this school. The most plain female, anyway.”
Osana scoffs, for some reason, equally offended at Enpitsu’s comment towards Ayano as she was at his comment towards Raibaru. Enpitsu waved his hand at her dismissively and continued. “You would look good with red or silver dye- or maybe the silver would just make you look old… It might contrast nicely against your eyes. Hmm….” He pulls a hand up to his mouth in thought. “Yes, red or pink might suit you. If you wore your hair down, you would look a little less plain. The ponytail makes you look stiff. You could pull back your bangs..? …no, nevermind, you’d just look plain. I’m not sure if your face is pretty enough to…”
Enpitsu squints his eyes and looks over Ayano’s face again. “No, your face is pretty enough… but you’re missing something…” He thinks for a minute, before snapping his fingers. “You know what it is? A personality.”
“I think Ayano has a great personality!” Midori says, standing up from her chair.
“Do tell.” Enpitsu retorts, folding his arms expectedly.
Midori opens her mouth, but closes it again. “Uh, well… she has…. Uh… she’s good at a lot of stuff.”
“Talent is not a personality trait, Midori.” Enpitsu says, before turning back to Ayano and holding his hands up to frame her face as he brought his hands up to her eye. “Ayano, you are… a blank canvas.”
He then interrupts his comment on Ayano to turn his head back and look at Emile. “And Emile is just some guy.” He claims, shrugging. “He does have a nice shade of hair, though.”
“Thanks. My dad said the same thing before he left my mom and me.” Emile says casually, making Enpitsu freeze awkwardly. He waits for a minute before looking back up to Enpitsu with a grin. “Kidding.”
“You are… not funny, Emile.” Enpitsu sighs, turning his attention back to his desk.
Emile sits up straight and looks at the back of Enpitsu’s head. “Now that you’re done assaulting everyone with your words.. I think that your bob cut looks weird.” He claims, leaving that comment in the air.
“Yeah, your bangs don’t really match your hairstyle, Enpitsu.” Beshi adds, touching her own hair. “I think it would look better if you put it in a ponytail.”
Osana, despite being irritated at Enpitsu’s comment, was still somehow too nice to make a comment on his appearance. Kuu, though, who had just returned to class, caught Beshi’s comment and decided to add on. “Maybe your forehead is too big.” She says nonchalantly, sitting down in her seat next to Ayano.
Emile stifles a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand. With an embarrassed groan, Enpitsu flips his hair back. “Oh, what would you all know? You all aren’t artists!” He claims, although the comments clearly got to him judging by his red face.
Unfortunately, the mostly passive-aggressive comments stopped there as Mrs. Fukahori entered the room. “Alright, class..” She looks up from her clipboard and looks over the few members of the classroom. “..hm… I know we’re all devastated after Amai’s passing, but the staff thanks you for coming today despite that. Even with so few of us, I’m sure we can make today productive..”
Mrs. Fukahori looks down to the assignments, up to her students, and then back to the clipboard in her hand. She sighs and places the clipboard down, realizing just how little the students needed to learn at a time like this. “I’m sure you students came because you felt as though you were still in the right state of mind to continue working, and I appreciate that.” She taps her fingers on the podium and leans down on it.
“However, I think that rather than learning the textbook necessities, you would be better off learning something a bit less…” Mrs. Fukahori sighs, frustrated at not being able to think of the right words. “..I feel that it’s wrong to move back to textbook lessons less than a week after a dear peer’s passing. So, we’ll do something just as informative, but… a bit more fun, instead.”
Beshi was the first to speak up, sitting up straight before she did so, so that Mrs. Fukahori had no need to correct her. “What’re we going to do, then?”
Mrs. Fukahori raises a hand to her mouth in thought. “Well…”
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By no means was the activity Mrs. Fukahori chose a pizza party or swimming in the pool to enhance fitness or something of the sort. Rather, she borrowed Uekiya from her class in order to assist with teaching the class about basic, easy-to-grow foods. According to Mrs. Fukahori was trying to successfully start a garden with her husband and sons in order to decrease the amount of money they spend on necessities.
It was an interesting thought. If worse turned to worse with Taro, Ayano might have to resort to such measures in order to keep away from society as much as possible. No need to buy food if you already grow it at home, right? Now, the gardening club seemed like an even more solid choice. If not for her time at Akademi, then whatever emergency she may come across in the future.
On the current note, though. Since it was now lunch time, Ayano continued with her task of asking a few students about the outfit designs for Kizana’s play. Thankfully, she could kill two birds with one stone, since Kiba and Mai were chatting together for lunch anyway.
“I think it’s a bit too old-fashioned.” Mai says, she and Kiba looking at the paper in her hand.
Kiba tilts her head to the side and adds, “It looks… dull. I get that Kizana doesn’t wanna crowd the set, but the colors just look unflattering.”
“Hm..” Ayano lowered her gaze to the picture. There was no pattern or fancy lace in the drawing. It looked more like the base of a ball gown. Or… something of the sort. “I heard that Tokuko was tasked with designing the outfits this time.”
Kiba nods in understanding. “That explains it. She’s more into modern clothes. That’s another reason why she’ll usually sit back with the simplest dress possible and be the vocals for whatever.”
“Tokuko should really consider the roles of the play. All of the characters can’t have the same outfit. The main character should obviously look one hundred times more noticeable and important than some background character. If they all look the same then no one will care about who the main character is.” Mai explained.
Ayano was sure that she wouldn’t remember all of that word for word, but Tsuruzo would probably get the point. “Right, I understand. I’ll make sure to tell her that.” She bows her head politely. “Thank you for your help.”
“Of course.” Kiba smiled in a happy and relaxed manner, “I look forward to seeing their play next week.”
Ayano begins walking the other way, but then suddenly remembers something. She turns back to Mai, “Mai, I have another question.” She starts, catching the rainbow-eyed girl’s attention. “Efude wanted me to ask if you were open to being her muse for a while.” She says before further explaining, “Maybe dressing up certain ways, cosplaying.. So on and so forth.”
“Ah, Efude is that blue-haired girl from the art club, right? Like, the only one who likes anime and cosplaying.” Mai recalls, smiling fondly at the thought. “Totes! Honestly, if she can come up with some good outfit ideas, I’ll even share them on social media afterwards!”
“Noted.” Ayano nods. She should probably make her way to Efude since she was the next stop. “Thank you. Enjoy your lunch.”
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“W-Wow, she said yes?!” Efude’s cheeks turn pink the harder she smiles. “Wow! Like- wow, I didn’t think she’d say yes! This is so cool!” She squeals, fanning her face. “You know, th-that actually means that I have two muses this week!”
Ayano decided not to bring up the awaiting beta designs just yet since Efude seemed like she was about to faint at the news that was brought to her. “Oh, gosh… this is so amazing! I-I can’t believe how well my week is going so far!”
Borupen almost seemed appalled by Efude’s happiness, and scowled at her. “If you fall on me, I’m going to pour my food on you.” He says, leaning away from her as she nearly seemed to wobble in lightheadedness.
“Right, totally get it.. Sorry!” Efude blushes in embarrassment, still fanning her face in excitement. “Okay, wow… So much of last week was spent on regretting asking you to ask Mai, you know that, Ayano? I was soooo scared!”
Ayano nods briefly, clearly uninterested, although Efude didn’t particularly seem to mind. Maybe she was just too busy hyperventilating.
Recalling that she had taken up a certain look with Efude, Ayano puts a hand on her hip and smiles at Efude. “I can see that. It’s a good thing Mai’s so open to it, right?” She asks, although she doesn’t allow Efude to answer as she pulls a couple of pages out of her bag. “That reminds me… Tsuruzo wanted me to ask you how these outfits were looking.”
“Phew!” Efude takes a deep breath and exhales, letting her arms fall to her sides. “Right, I remember that. Gosh, I can’t believe Tsuruzo wants my help..” She says, blushing in bashfulness and patting her cheeks.
Before Efude could continue with her fangirling, Ayano quickly showed her the pictures. “Tokuko was tasked with drawing these drafts of the outfits for the play next week.” She explains, handing her several drawings.
Efude pauses at the look of them and clearly struggles to say something. Something nice, at least. “...um.” She clears her throat awkwardly and gently takes the papers. “Well, Tokuko is the singer. I feel like Tsuruzo himself would have been better at designing these.” The bluenette suddenly flinches and corrects herself. “Not that Tokuko is- is bad at all at this, hahaha!! It’s just- um…”
After a minute of fumbling, Efude leads Ayano into the art room and grabs a pencil and a piece of paper. She copies the dress that Tokuko drew, albeit with far neater lines, and then grabs a pink crayon. “Okay, so… think of dress-designing like… a cake! Like a layered cake. So first we’re going to…”
Efude proceeds to draw three horizontal curved lines across the dress-likely to show dimension, and then draws three vertical more curved lines across it. “We want to copy the pattern on each ‘layer’, but we also the bottom- aka the bigger part- to look more detailed than the top! That’s because it’s smaller and has less room for complex designs.”
Drawing a couple of simple flowers and hearts on the top ‘layer’ of the dress gradually gets more fancy and detailed the farther Efude draws down. “I only added these vertical lines in order to keep everything straight- which is especially important for fabric because I don’t think that it can be removed as easily as a messed up icing design. You know?” She raises up the finished drawing, the only similarity between hers and Tokuko’s being that it had a somewhat similar shape. …if you took away all of the ruffles and lace Efude added to the dress. “So? How’s this look?”
Ayano raises a hand to her mouth in thought. Compliments were very much deserved in this situation, but she felt like she had to think about how Efude would take that. Before she could decide, Efude suddenly gasped. “Oh, wait! This is for the Romeo and Juliet play, right?” She asks.
As soon as Ayano gave a slight nod in response, Efude laughed in an embarrassed manner and immediately crumbled up the paper in her hand. “Oh, gosh, that’s embarrassing. The shape made me think of some fantasy princess or something, haha! Sorry about that.”
Ayano watched as Efude tossed it back into the trash can behind her. She wondered why she had thrown something that she seemed to put a lot of effort into in the trash can so quickly. Rather than addressing this, Efude simply smiled. “You should definitely try some roses. But do try that cake method! It’ll probably be best to keep everything neat and realistic for wherever you guys make it.” She said with a brief shrug.
“Right. I understand.” Ayano bows her head respectfully, making Efude blush bashfully. “Thank you for your help.”
“Ha! O-Of course! Thank you for asking, hehe..” Efude bows her head back with a happy smile and trots back out of the room.
Before Ayano leaves she makes sure to pick up the drawing that Efude had finished. Regardless of Efude’s own comment, Ayano was sure that it would come in handy eventually.
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“Ayano! I’m glad you found me.” Fureddo grins, folding his arms laxly. “Tsuruzo said you might be coming my way, so I waited here.” He said, referring to the room Ayano had found him in, which was the Sewing Room.
“Why here?” Ayano asks, the papers in hand.
Fureddo laxly walks over and takes the paper. “I can discuss designs if you want, but something important they need to keep in mind is fabric.” He says, looking through each picture given to him. “Hm… Who designed these?” He asks, his expression relaxed and the least judgemental out of everyone Ayano has spoken to thus far.
“Tokuko, I believe.” Ayano responds, crossing her arms. She watches as Fureddo placed the designs down and pulled out his phone, he waved his hand to her, beckoning her over to the shelf with the rolls of fabric.
“Thought so.” Fureddo says simply, texting someone before patting one of the rolls of fabric. “So. Let’s think of this Romeo picture here.” He says, nodding to the picture he’d left on top on a nearby table. “When it comes to all clothes- costume or not- comfort is something incredibly important.”
Ayano nods. “Right. This is a play. It wouldn’t be any good if the actors were uncomfortable throughout the whole thing.” She rationalizes, and Fureddo smiles at her.
“Right! So, since these are all we have available, we might have to pick from these. Let’s start with the suit itself first.” The blond says, picking up the picture of the Romeo draft. “If we were thinking of comfort, which one of these do you think would be best suited based on feeling alone?” He asks, patting the rolls of fabric and urging Ayano to do the same.
Ayano feels the first couple, one of them she almost stops on, but realizes that it seems more like the fabric for a blanket or pajamas. She continues, and stops on a fabric that feels smooth. “This feels nice.”
“Mhm..” Fureddo raises a hand to his chin with an expectant smile, looking at the name on the roll. “Yes, it does feel nice. It looks like some sort of faux poplin. Or real poplin. Who knows?” He shrugs, and continues. “The only problem comes in the thickness.” He explains, pulling out a bit of the fabric and urging Ayano to feel it again.
The poplin fabric felt like something someone would use for some form of dress shirt or button-up. But still wear something beneath it due to how thin it was. “..I see. What do you recommend, then?”
“I’m glad you asked!” Fureddo brushes his hand against a couple more rolls. “Fabrics like muslin are too thin and breathable. But fabrics like leather are too tough and don’t quite match a royalty feel, you know?” He pulls out two of the rolls easily, despite how heavy they looked. “I think that wool or linen might work best for this. Wool might be a bit warm, but l think it will work out fine. It’s not like it’ll be hot in the gymnasium when they’re performing, anyway.”
Ayano nods, and hears the door behind her open. She turns and sees Dafuni smiling at her and Fureddo. “You called?” She says, a bright smile on her face as she looks at Fureddo.
As she walks over she winks at Ayano. “Hey, Yan-Chan.” She says, likely one of the others that didn’t know that that nickname was derogatory.
“That’s right. I’m surprised you came so quickly. I just texted you.” Fureddo chuckles, but doesn’t seem to mind. “We need some help with these outfits. Tokuko drew these drafts, so I thought you’d like to help her out.”
Dafuni smiles, looking glad to be called upon by Fureddo. “Of course!” She picks up the drawings and shuffles through them. “Yeah, no, that looks like Tokuko’s art. Do you know why Kizana put her up for this specifically?”
“I assumed that they were rotating, or something.” Ayano responds, shrugging lightly. She obviously had no idea about how the drama club worked, she was just doing Tsuruzo a favor.
Dafuni gives a small dismissive hum in response and grabs a pencil from nearby. “Well, I get that Tokuko doesn’t really know how to design, but I feel like even if Tsuruzo had drawn it, he would have made the same mistake with Romeo.” She commented, sketching extra details on the suit that Tokuko had drawn for Romeo. “Most male designs for, like, anything are very plain compared to female outfits. So…”
She flips her hair over her shoulder and quickly draws what looks to be a cape around the outfit. “A cape! Romeo would look way more flashy if he had a cape during his first appearance.” Dafuni explains, tapping on the picture and showing it to Fureddo and Ayano.
“Sounds good.” Fureddo turns to Ayano, “What sort of fabric do you think would be good for a cape, Ayano?” He asks, nodding to the rolls and nudging the ones that they’d already picked out to show that they were also options.
After looking through her options, Ayano pulls out the velvet fabric roll. Pulling it out herself proved just how heavy it was. She didn’t know if it was heavier than the two that Fureddo had pulled out, but regardless, he seemed to be pretty strong. She looks up to him questioningly, silently asking if this was an alright choice.
“Velvet is a great option!” The blond nods approvingly, placing a hand onto his chin. “It’ll probably be heavy, so it’s good that Romeo isn’t supposed to wear it throughout the whole play.”
Dafuni, who was doodling more ideas for subtly more flashy suits for Romeo, stood up and walked over to Ayano. “I agree! It’s super romantic.” She says, handing Ayano the extra papers. “And don’t ask me how a fabric can be romantic. You’ll understand once the whole outfit comes together.”
Ayano nods, also adding to the side the kinds of fabrics Fureddo recommended. “Mhm… Okay, I’m almost done. Once I am, I'll bring all of this information to Tsuruzo.” She explains, putting all of the papers inside of her bag against and bowing respectfully. “Thank you for your help.”
Fureddo waves his hand dismissively with a big smile. “That’s cute, Ayano, but no need for all the bowing! I consider you a friend, and unless you expect me to bow back, there’s no need to keep doing it.”
Ayano pauses, not understanding why Fureddo seemed so adamant on the ‘friend’ thing. That was internally, at the very least. She did need to keep her ‘willing to socialize’ facade up, after all. Ayano offers a small, nervous smile. “I… understand. Thanks.” She says, almost bowing again before she leaves for her final stop before class.
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“What, Ayano? Can’t you see that I’m busy here?” Enpitsu huffs, crossing his arms and glaring at Ayano. She notices that Enpitsu’s hair was actually in a ponytail, as his classmates had recommended.
Meka takes this time to exhale and stretch her limbs. She and Enpitsu were in the gymnasium. It’s likely that she was working on whatever was now in the storage room before Enpitsu appeared with his canvas and paint ready.
“Tsuruzo said you were going to help with these outfits.” Ayano said, separating the drawings that she’d gotten from Efude and Dafuni from the ones that Tsuruzo had given her. Before she could properly neaten them up in her hands, Enpitsu snatches them from her.
“Oh, God. I can see why.” Enpitsu scowls at the art, looking offended. “Surely Tsuruzo didn’t draw these. What, was he half-asleep?” He scoffs, but continues before Ayano can reply to him, “Hold on, hold on. What are these hairstyles?”
“Huh?” Ayano peeks over to look at the papers, this time looking at the hairstyles doodled at the side, which she didn’t really bother paying attention to before. “Uh, I think those are just sketches. Tsuruzo wanted you to look at the outf–”
Enpitsu shakes his head, pulling Ayano back to him when she tries to lean away, “No, no, no, no, no, Ayano, look at this.” He shoves the paper into her face and she blinks, not being able to see the pictures too well due to its close proximity.
The hairstyles all looked like something you’d find in a child’s dress-up game or show. It didn’t look realistic, but Ayano was sure that someone would consider it ‘fancy’ or ‘fun-looking’ in some way. “...um.”
“Exactly. Meka, look at this!” Enpitsu says, turning the page to face Meka.
“Mortifying.” Meka comments, although she doesn’t look up from her phone, clearly very uninterested in whatever Enpitsu was wailing about.
“I rest my case.” Enpitsu says, placing the papers back in Ayano’s hand. Despite his comment, he didn’t actually specify what his ‘case’ was.
Ayano looks down at the pictures and internally sighs, already exhausted, and Enpitsu hadn’t even given any reliable feedback yet. “...so, how would you fix these hairstyles?” She asks.
Enpitsu drops her brush as quickly as he picks it up and walks over to Ayano to look at the pictures again. “How would I fix it? It’d burn it! There’s no saving that. You can’t just connect swirls with lines in random directions and expect it to look good!”
Walking behind Ayano, he places his hands on his shoulders to keep her in place and quickly undoes her hair. Ayano paused, wondering if this was somehow too intimate for her liking, but rationalizes that this was just the result of Enpitsu being a drama queen yet again.
“It is way too possible to make a fancy-looking hairstyle without making it look as stupid as it was drawn down there.” Enpitsu insisted, taking hair ties from his own wrist to add to Ayano’s hair.
Ayano didn’t really know what Enpitsu was doing to her hair, but at least he was just using rubber bands and not scissors or a razor. She places her hands over her lap as Enpitsu continues rapidly doing… something with her hair.
“I’m not saying this to insult you- this is just fact- but a simple ponytail is not fancy. In order to make it look fancy, you’d likely have to curl it, or maybe tying the ponytail with other pieces of hair would…” Enpitsu trails off, probably continuing his one-sided conversation in his head as he continues working on Ayano’s hair.
In just a few minutes, Enpitsu seemed to have finished up, and turned Ayano around to look at the style from the front. “Mhm…” He tosses a couple of fringes of hair back and pulls a couple back out, apparently putting together some finishing touches before nodding approvingly. “Yes, that’s it! See, Ayano, it’s so simple to look better if you just put in the effort!”
Enpitsu takes out his phone and shows Ayano her hair in the camera. It did in fact look… fancier. So fancy, in fact, that it almost didn’t match her uniform or whole ‘school girl’ look. She almost looked like a different person entirely. “...that’s… impressive.” Ayano decides on, successfully inflating Enpitsu’s ego.
Ayano’s hair included most of her previous bangs pulled out of her face, and replaced with a few strands that Enpitsu had somehow managed to curl at the ends a bit. Or maybe her hair was naturally like that and she never noticed? Her hair was in a braid with multiple smaller strands tied in loosely to give it a somewhat whimsical look. She really didn’t know how he accomplished such a thing while she was just standing there.
“Yes, I know.” Enpitsu chuckles in hubris, clearly feeling quite accomplished with what he’d done in just a couple of minutes. He clears his throat and continues on the topic at hand. “Anyway. It’s not hard to make a flattering hairstyle. Curling your hair into spirals or drills like Tsuruzo, Kizana and Kokona usually has it can help significantly, but leave it looking sane, good god.” He says, thinking back to the pictures Ayano had shown him.
“Be creative, if you think it looks nice, do more! Specifically, when it comes to ponytails or braids like I did your hair, adding looser pieces available to spiral around the ponytail or braid will add a very lovely effect to the whole style. That is what I expect from a fantasy play.” Enpitsu says, taking a few pictures of his hair, likely to show off later. “I’d say the Drama Club already has that covered, so I’m not sure why you brought me this..” He waves his hand at the pictures, unable to think of an insult to even describe how the pictures looked. “Oh, whatever. Are we done here?”
“Uh, yes. Thank you.” Ayano bows her head briefly and leaves as Enpitsu waves her off.
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“All of that during the lunch break? I’m impressed, my dear!” Tsuruzo said, walking around Ayano to look at her hair. “And that’s a lovely hairstyle. When did you do that?”
Ayano flicks a piece of hair out of her face, “Uh… Enpitsu pulled it together..” She explained briefly, turning and handing Tsuruzo the images back. “Efude and Dafuni added some pictures for reference.”
Turuzo smiles, looking proud at Ayano’s accomplishment. “You’ve done us a big favor. And all in, what, 30 minutes?” He pats her head. “Good job! I wish there was something I had on me to repay you. But we can work that out later.” He says, taking her hands in his. “I’ll even pull in some of the Drama Club to help think of an appropriate reward. Feel free to ask me for anything until then, okay?”
Ayano nods, taking her hands away and folding them over her lap. “Alright, thank you.” She bows her head briefly.
The bell rings and Tsuruzo gives her a friendly pat on the back before heading to class. Ayano looks down at her phone as she walks back to her own class. She realizes that outside of a ‘good morning’, Info-Chan hadn’t bothered her at all.
Now that Amai was gone, there wasn’t much that Info-Chan needed Ayano to do anymore, right? Ayano frowns in thought. She didn’t really care much if Info-Chan cut ties with her, but she felt like without Info-Chan she would feel… lost for a while. Why was that?
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