海洋フリーダム

When you feel the weightlessness as the water carries you with a soft touch, like a bird soaring through the clouds, only then will you know true freedom. Ōteki Kyo, Pro Swim Coach

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Shut Up And Dance | Katsurou | Chpt. 1 | [Closed/Kyo]

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Katsurou’s gentle and calm demeanor was so foreign in such a dire situation. It was good enough to calm the skittish Kyo at least, which to say the least, is certainly something. This boy is so high strung.

“Yeah man, I hear you.” He smiled, closing his eyes and tilting his head. “We’ll get out of here alive, all of us. This is just a prank right? ‘Sides, I never intend on dying anyway, I’ve got my dream to live for. I need to become better to swim again! I ain’t giving up on that just yet.”

He folded his arms and shifted his weight slightly.

“Hey, you’re mistaken Mikazuki-kun, I’m an asshole. A grumpy one at that, you wouldn’t want to be seen with the likes of me.” He laughed dryly and shook his head.

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Shut Up And Dance | Katsurou | Chpt. 1 | [Closed/Kyo]

He felt really awkward. Like, really awkward. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d worn a tuxedo this nice. Was it that one publicity event for his label a few years ago? He was pretty sure that’s what it was. He’d never felt so nervous, having to be in front of so many people. Especially having a bunch of fangirls wanting autographs–and probably him too.

It wasn’t fun having fangirls when you weren’t even straight and also had a severe case of stage fright. Sometimes the limelight just wasn’t very nice. He wasn’t even sure why he had the limelight in the first place, he was a lyricist not a singer. He could vaguely remember that he was launched out into the public eye because his songs got incredibly famous even though he started writing them young. 

“Gosh, this is gonna be so fun.”

It didn’t help his tuxedo-related awkwardness when he noticed a familiar face in a Hawaiian outfit. Curse that bear for putting him in an expensive tuxedo! Oh well, at least he could pass it off as “dressing to impress.”

“Um, hi there, Ōteki-kun.”

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Kyo had toddled into the Ballroom not long after Mineko. He had been spending time with the young Spirit Medium when Monokuma’s announcement had played. He didn’t really know what to make of the situation at all so he picked up his clothes from his room and waltzed his way towards the location of the ball.

Needless to say, he wasn’t the best dressed.

Donning a Hawaiian shirt with a Lei and black jeans with his sneakers, Kyo was a bit of a fashion disaster, albeit celebrating some of his heritage. He turned around as he heard a voice pipe up from behind him, causing him to jump followed by a smile. He gripped his cane and leant on it, causing him to sway back and forth slightly.

“Ah! Mikazuki-kun.” He nodded his head and ran one of his hands through his greased back hair.

“Fancy meeting you here... I mean well, it’s not as if we weren’t forced by that bear or anything...”

He couldn’t really hold the question in any longer, he had been internally and externally freaking out since the announcement.

“Like jeez, what the hell is even going on here man? I’m like, so freaked out.”

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Driving a Hard Bargain [Open]

Needless to say, Kyo was one of the students that was gasping and yelling in complete shock.

“W-Wait what? Are you being freakin’ serious here?”

He asked his solemn questions as if Monokuma was going to answer him with absolute glee. Not that he did. Just as soon as he was done explaining this new situation of mutual killing to the class, the bear hopped off and left them, confused and angry.

Kyo really didn’t want to live here the rest of his life. He didn’t want to waste another moment that would compromise his dreams, or at least, whats left of them. Even so, they were clearly trapped here until one of them killed a classmate and that seriously wasn’t how Kyo wanted to escape. He frowned, biting his lip and constantly ran his hand through his hair with an anxious look on his face. He turned on his heel and made his way, slowly and limping, towards his designated room.

Someone here could already be planning to kill him right?

The most favorable outcome would be for him to trust that no-one here would actually listen to the bear’s demands but for some reason this hope didn’t settle well in his brain. Kyo didn’t trust anyone here. They could stab him in the back at a moments notice. He had to be prepared. He had to be on guard. As he walked cautiously and painfully towards his room, he began to worry. His injury slowed him down and just like in the animal kingdom; the predator will always stalk and attack the old, the sick or the weak.

His face drained of colour as he slid into his room. It looked pretty standard, nothing too edgy or special. It just created this eerie normality to such an abnormal situation. Was it Hopes Peak Academy that was allowing this brutality? 

Surely not.

He had found his Electro-ID just as Monokuma had instructed. He switched it on and with a cheery intro tune, he was faced with his own identification.

Name: Ōteki Kyo CV: Super High School Level Swim Coach Age: 18

As he flicked through each page of the ID, he noted the rules for their stay as well as a profile on each of the students here. He began to put names to faces but his recognition of them from the outside world was fading.

Clearly, their situation had been premeditated. He crashed down on his bed and covered his eyes with his hands for a moment, trying to grasp on the reality of the situation. He couldn’t just sit here and wait for someone to murder him. That’s not how he was raised. With a heaving sigh, Kyo rose from his bed and explored the room a little. 

In plain sight was something he could rely on to support him… Literally.

Kyo quickly grabbed onto his walking stick, an item that he had brought with him on the trip but thought he had lost when he arrived here. It was only a small beacon of joy but at least he would be able to walk with less pain. He sighed again and clicked his way out of his room and locked his door. He spun on his heel to leave when….

“W-W-W! Please don’t kill me!”

He was cowering against his door as a figure stepped in front of him

[shsl-birb-boy-blog]

What?

“….Is that a new greeting or something…?….please don’t kill me….that dumb looking koala is just full of hot air…” It’s a bear not a koala Alistair. He looked around the hallway, guessing this is where everyone sleeps? “…Anyway relax…I won’t hurt you….people say I’m too chill to do anything…” 

“…I wonder who trained that Koala anyway…?..”

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

Relief.

At least this wasn’t going to be the end of the Pro Swim Coach.

Kyo breathed heavily, jolting his gaze up and down the kid who stood in front of him. Having just checked the Electro-ID he could confirm that this was the Super High School Level Bird Trainer that was part of their class. If he was honest, he didn’t look like he worked with animals...

“W-Wakahisa Alistair right?” He swallowed dryly. “Bird Trainer” He pointed to himself. “I’m Ōteki Kyo... Swim Coach.”

It was clear that the Swim Coach was still on edge. He was a very superstitious person that believed in the occult and supernatural and if anything matched the description of those two things it was Monokuma.

“Koala? Isn’t Monokuma a- Nevermind.” Clearly, Alistair’s expertise settled only in birds.

“I think that whoever ‘trained’ Monokuma is the person who has trapped us here but... that was obivous.”

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Driving a Hard Bargain [Open]

Needless to say, Kyo was one of the students that was gasping and yelling in complete shock.

“W-Wait what? Are you being freakin’ serious here?”

He asked his solemn questions as if Monokuma was going to answer him with absolute glee. Not that he did. Just as soon as he was done explaining this new situation of mutual killing to the class, the bear hopped off and left them, confused and angry.

Kyo really didn’t want to live here the rest of his life. He didn’t want to waste another moment that would compromise his dreams, or at least, whats left of them. Even so, they were clearly trapped here until one of them killed a classmate and that seriously wasn’t how Kyo wanted to escape. He frowned, biting his lip and constantly ran his hand through his hair with an anxious look on his face. He turned on his heel and made his way, slowly and limping, towards his designated room.

Someone here could already be planning to kill him right?

The most favorable outcome would be for him to trust that no-one here would actually listen to the bear’s demands but for some reason this hope didn’t settle well in his brain. Kyo didn’t trust anyone here. They could stab him in the back at a moments notice. He had to be prepared. He had to be on guard. As he walked cautiously and painfully towards his room, he began to worry. His injury slowed him down and just like in the animal kingdom; the predator will always stalk and attack the old, the sick or the weak.

His face drained of colour as he slid into his room. It looked pretty standard, nothing too edgy or special. It just created this eerie normality to such an abnormal situation. Was it Hopes Peak Academy that was allowing this brutality? 

Surely not.

He had found his Electro-ID just as Monokuma had instructed. He switched it on and with a cheery intro tune, he was faced with his own identification.

Name: Ōteki Kyo CV: Super High School Level Swim Coach Age: 18

As he flicked through each page of the ID, he noted the rules for their stay as well as a profile on each of the students here. He began to put names to faces but his recognition of them from the outside world was fading.

Clearly, their situation had been premeditated. He crashed down on his bed and covered his eyes with his hands for a moment, trying to grasp on the reality of the situation. He couldn’t just sit here and wait for someone to murder him. That’s not how he was raised. With a heaving sigh, Kyo rose from his bed and explored the room a little. 

In plain sight was something he could rely on to support him... Literally.

Kyo quickly grabbed onto his walking stick, an item that he had brought with him on the trip but thought he had lost when he arrived here. It was only a small beacon of joy but at least he would be able to walk with less pain. He sighed again and clicked his way out of his room and locked his door. He spun on his heel to leave when....

“W-W-W! Please don’t kill me!”

He was cowering against his door as a figure stepped in front of him

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Placement Problems | Katsurou | Prologue | Open

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

“Mikazuki Katsurou eh?”

He nodded solemnly at the man as both of them sat there, still clueless as to the situation they had found themselves in. 

“So you’re a songwriter Mikazuki-kun? What genre...?”

Kyo’s taste in music was varied. In fact, it could be said that he didn’t have one. He would listen to the radio in the car or sometimes the music channels when training but other than that his interest in music was spread thin. Regardless, he hoped he could find something to talk about.

“And anyway, what do you make of these guys eh? I assume we’re all... classmates?”

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Dawn of the First Day [OPEN]

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Kyo looked at her with serious stinkeye, rolling them and grumbling like he was some elderly man disgruntled at youthful hooligans. This girl’s attitude was awful with a capital awful. He recognised this once though, barely. Hirano Mizuko, a swimsuit model. She appeared in a lot of fitness and water life magazines. Don’t get any wrong ideas, it’s nothing like that. Kyo was a man of fine taste and whilst identifying as bisexual, swung more towards other men. Besides, his friends in the Swim Team would not shut up about her which fueled his irritation towards her entire existence.

“Tch... Hirano Mizuko, the Super High School Level ‘’’’’Swimsuit Model’’’’’, I hope you realise you make my team a pain in the ass to get motivated for practice.” He said sharply, making quotation marks with his fingers in the air.

“I’ve heard of you, but you’ve probably not heard of me. I am Ōteki Kyo, the Super High School Level Swim Coach... So... we’re classmates huh? Jeez.”

He paused. It wasn’t as if his distaste was justified, he barely knew the chick. But for some reason a switch in his brain told him not to trust or like this person. Wether or not that would be wise is another thing, but Kyo certainly wasn’t ready to let his guard down around her.

“Hirano, prepare yourself for disappointment. I only found mints and paper in these drawers so nothing special. I think that you made it quite clear that you have no idea what’s going on or where we are but I did see you talking to our other classmates. And I see you stole the coat of the Sea Captain? Do they know anything about our situation or are they just as clueless as us?”

He put his finger on his stubbly chin, awaiting her response.

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Dawn of the First Day [OPEN]

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Oh. A small child.

Kyo glanced downwards at the tiny girl. She had to be like what? 3ft? I mean with all due respect that small body would make for a fierce competitor in the pool, however the disadvantage of her reach would make he-

Did she just call him sir?

Not even his classmates gave him that kind of authority when he trained them. Fortunately when he was teaching the younger children how to swim they would often stroke his ego by calling him Coach Ōteki-senpai. Regardless, this little cherub didn’t seem to pose a threat nor seemed to be related to any of the strange goings on. He looked to the side nervously before drawing a popular Japanese emoticon onto the paper he found in the drawer and handing Mineko one of the complimentary mints he found too.

“Uh… You can call me Ōteki… Ōteki Kyo… Or uh… Coach Ōteki-senpai… works too.”

“Take this mint though… kids like candy right?”

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She tilted her head when the boy took sometime to respond, “Um, sir?” She asked concerned and was only more confused when he turned around and started writing on something. What was he doing? Could he not hear well? She knew he looked older than herself but she did not think he was an old man.

When he turned around and handed her a piece of paper and a small, white disk with red swirls on it, she was even more confused. The little drawing was cute though! It looked like something she had seen one of her “clients” typing on a small device one time!

Then, he made her even more confused by giving her choices of what to call him! How was she expected to do such a thing? Was this a test? Well, she would just have to choose the most polite sounding thing she could! “U-Um, okay, Coach Ōteki-senpai! Thank you for telling me what to address you as! You, um, may call me what you please, but my name is, um, Mineko Ibuka, Coach Ōteki-senpai.”

“Coach Ōteki-senpai, I don’t know what this little swirly-whirly thing is, though. Um, did you say it was a mint? Isn’t a mint a plant, Coach Ōteki-senpai? If so, why is it a, ah, candy as well? Isn’t candy bad for you, Coach Ōteki-senpai. Um! Thank you though! It was very kind of you to give this to me, and the picture is very cute as well, Coach Ōteki-senpai!” She said, holding the mint and paper close to her chest with a bright smile on her face.

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Wow, she could say his name a lot of time. Moreover, he really didn’t expect her to pick up on such a respectful honorific so quickly. To be completely honest, he wasn’t that worthy of the title senpai; if anything he had absolutely no authority on anything other than swimming. He didn’t really believe he was that much of a role model either. At least; he could have been so much more if he had actually made it as a Breaststroke champion.

This girl didn’t seem to quite... Understand most modern things though. Adorable, but irritating.

“Mint is a plant but I guess...” He scratched his head. “...They made it into a candy from that plant? Or is it the essence of the plant? I don’t know man it’s probably a bunch of unhealthy additives and sugars that make it taste like mint. Probably has aspartame too. That’s bad for you by the way... Actually yeah, please don’t eat that.”

He reached forward to try and grab the candy back but then that would literally be taking candy from a baby so no, he wasn’t going to do that.

“So, kid, you got a name or am I just gonna call you squirt-san.”

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

Dawn of the First Day [OPEN]

The floor was awfully cold.

He didn’t like the cold.

Kyo Ōteki quietly lifted himself to his feet with great difficulty, occasionally omitting a disgruntled moan of pain with each creaky move. This wasn’t where he was supposed to be. This wasn’t supposed to happen. His heavy eyes adjusted to the room he was in, his large hands wiping the nervous cold sweat from his brow before running through his slick black hair. This was a mess.

Is this where the field trip was? Hopes Peak Academy seemed miles away and the fact that he woke unconscious on a marble floor in what appeared to be a grand foyer was slightly, no seriously unnerving.

Where was his stick? Where was his things?

He slowly hobbled over to some of the chest of drawers and opened them slowly, rummaging through their contents. It was then he glanced over his shoulder to see a figure. He noticed that other students were awakening. How did he not even notice?

“Yo, do you know where we are…?”

[chishizumi-blog]

Waking on the floor without any clue wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience. It took some time, but her eyes finally managed to adjust to the light. Fixing her kimono, she looked around. That was a big number of people, maybe even a classroom. Why were they all there? Hopefully, like her, they were clueless. Or actually, it would be better if they knew something, even if that would make her the odd one.

She was about to look around when a voice caugh her attention. Her eyes followed the source to find a man. They were, indeed talking to her. Due to his question, she could only imagine that he was also without any idea of what happened.

“Sorry, but I cannot answer our whereabouts. Besides being a fancy place, I’m not sure. Do you think we were kidnapped?”

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

Being approached by such a cold looking person dressed in traditional wear was intimidating to say the least. He got a really... unnerving aura from this one. He did say he was going to try his best to get to know his classmates though and he had to stay true to that.

“Oh... Uh... Yeah, this place is pretty fancy huh?”

Kyo took a moment to observe his surroundings, glancing at every area of the room. He shrugged and turned back to the Kimono girl beside him.

“K-Kidnapped? Ehh? Surely not right? I m-mean this is just the place for our field trip yeah? Everything will be fine just you wait!”

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

Kyo @ Mineko. Has this sinning begun

[shsl-lyrics-blog]

Placement Problems | Katsurou | Prologue | Open

Katsurou groaned as he woke. He had a slight headache and could not for the life of him figure out just what had happened. The last thing he remembered was boarding a train for a field trip. Since that was the case, why was he waking up on the floor?

Another question was brought to his mind as his surroundings were finally taken in. Just where the hell was he? This didn’t look like it was a train, and he’d probably be concerned if it was. Not only that, but there were fifteen other people spread out across the floor. Were they alive? Dead? Only one way to find out, and that was by trying to wake someone up. He slowly approached the person closest to him and began to shake them in an attempt to wake them up.

“Hey, c’mon, wake up!”

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

Kyo wasn’t asleep. Rather after wandering about for a bit he decided to lie down on the floor and close his eyes to rest his poor, inflamed back. Being shaken up wasn’t on his agenda.

“Ggghhgh” he made that weird wobbly sound one makes when shaken.

He leant up into a seated position, crossing his legs and looking at the student in front of him with a grumpy expression.

“Dude I was uh… Just resting my eyes… Are you alright? Do you need… Medical assistance? Uh…”

His voice droned with a tone of exhaustion. Pain wasn’t fun.

[shsl-lyrics-blog]

Katsurou felt a little embarrassed at his mistake, but then again, one can’t really expect him to be on top of everything when he just woke up in a location he’d never seen before in his life. He sat back, rubbing awkwardly at the back of his head.

“Oh, uh, sorry about that. I was just trying to see if anyone else knew what was going on.” He gave a dry laugh. “Not everyday you go on a field trip and wake up here.”

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

Kyo leant forward slightly rocking his head back and forth briefly in order to fix the stiffness in his neck. He tilted his head and smiled at the man sat in front of him. Kyo felt as if he had seen this face before but then again, he did look like your standard run of the mill celebrity. To be honest, he had probably seen or heard of everyone in this room at some point in his life.

“Hey don’t worry about it... Sorry I’m a bit grumpy when I wake up.” He let out a dry laugh and scratched his head.

“Yeah, this is weird. I mean first of all a field trip from the academy that I don’t even remember arriving to and then... Well, I don’t know anyone here.”

He paused before outstretching his hand.

“Speaking of. Name’s Ōteki Kyo. I’m the Super High School Level Swim Coach.”

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

Dawn of the First Day [OPEN]

The floor was awfully cold.

He didn’t like the cold.

Kyo Ōteki quietly lifted himself to his feet with great difficulty, occasionally omitting a disgruntled moan of pain with each creaky move. This wasn’t where he was supposed to be. This wasn’t supposed to happen. His heavy eyes adjusted to the room he was in, his large hands wiping the nervous cold sweat from his brow before running through his slick black hair. This was a mess.

Is this where the field trip was? Hopes Peak Academy seemed miles away and the fact that he woke unconscious on a marble floor in what appeared to be a grand foyer was slightly, no seriously unnerving.

Where was his stick? Where was his things?

He slowly hobbled over to some of the chest of drawers and opened them slowly, rummaging through their contents. It was then he glanced over his shoulder to see a figure. He noticed that other students were awakening. How did he not even notice?

“Yo, do you know where we are…?”

[shsl-belly-dancer-blog]

Saki had woken up slowly, and picked herself up off the floor. After dusting her outfit off, she had peered around only to find someone rummaging through the contents of a drawer, rather like a thief or a burglar. She wrinkled her nose a bit, but approached, and as he noticed her, she shook her head.

“No. I just woke up here. Is this were we’re supposed to have our vacation? I expected to..you know..remember getting off the bus, if that was true.”

She tilted her head slightly at the other, her eyes half lidded, her voice smooth and slightly breathy, pleasant, and calming to listen to.

“What is your name and title? I’m Saki Mori, SHSL Belly Dancer.”

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

With an empty stare, Kyo fixated his gaze on the girl that approached him. She was very beautiful but his paternal instincts instantly worried about her being cold. He came from Naha, Okinawa and spent a lot of his time in Honolulu Hawaii. Moving from there to Tokyo was a small bit of a temperature change. How anyone could handle cold weather, he had no idea.

“Uh... Yeah, that is true. I remember getting ready to travel to the trip but after that nothing. I uh... just woke up here on the floor.” He gestured to the very spot that he had lay.

“The name is Ōteki Kyo. They uh... call me the Super High School Level Swim Coach. Nice to meet you Mori-san.”

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

Dawn of the First Day [OPEN]

The floor was awfully cold.

He didn’t like the cold.

Kyo Ōteki quietly lifted himself to his feet with great difficulty, occasionally omitting a disgruntled moan of pain with each creaky move. This wasn’t where he was supposed to be. This wasn’t supposed to happen. His heavy eyes adjusted to the room he was in, his large hands wiping the nervous cold sweat from his brow before running through his slick black hair. This was a mess.

Is this where the field trip was? Hopes Peak Academy seemed miles away and the fact that he woke unconscious on a marble floor in what appeared to be a grand foyer was slightly, no seriously unnerving.

Where was his stick? Where was his things?

He slowly hobbled over to some of the chest of drawers and opened them slowly, rummaging through their contents. It was then he glanced over his shoulder to see a figure. He noticed that other students were awakening. How did he not even notice?

“Yo, do you know where we are…?”

[afriendontheotherside-blog]

Waking up in the morning was never Mineko’s absolute favorite thing to do, she just did it because she had to and if she didn’t then nothing would get done that day. Waking up to someone’s unfamiliar voice, however, that was a whole other thing entirely.

She pushed herself up quickly and stood up, perhaps a bit too quickly since she sent herself just falling to the floor and having to pick herself up once more. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and let out a gasp when she saw the taller person in front of her. When she looked around and noticed that she was the one he was looking at she bowed and bit her thumb nail nervously.

“O-Oh! I-I’m very sorry, um, sir. I’m afraid I don’t know where this place is, sir. Um, if I did, I do promise I would tell you, sir!” She said.

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

Oh. A small child.

Kyo glanced downwards at the tiny girl. She had to be like what? 3ft? I mean with all due respect that small body would make for a fierce competitor in the pool, however the disadvantage of her reach would make he-

Did she just call him sir?

Not even his classmates gave him that kind of authority when he trained them. Fortunately when he was teaching the younger children how to swim they would often stroke his ego by calling him Coach Ōteki-senpai. Regardless, this little cherub didn’t seem to pose a threat nor seemed to be related to any of the strange goings on. He looked to the side nervously before drawing a popular Japanese emoticon onto the paper he found in the drawer and handing Mineko one of the complimentary mints he found too.

“Uh... You can call me Ōteki... Ōteki Kyo... Or uh... Coach Ōteki-senpai... works too.”

“Take this mint though... kids like candy right?”

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

Dawn of the First Day [OPEN]

The floor was awfully cold.

He didn’t like the cold.

Kyo Ōteki quietly lifted himself to his feet with great difficulty, occasionally omitting a disgruntled moan of pain with each creaky move. This wasn’t where he was supposed to be. This wasn’t supposed to happen. His heavy eyes adjusted to the room he was in, his large hands wiping the nervous cold sweat from his brow before running through his slick black hair. This was a mess.

Is this where the field trip was? Hopes Peak Academy seemed miles away and the fact that he woke unconscious on a marble floor in what appeared to be a grand foyer was slightly, no seriously unnerving.

Where was his stick? Where was his things?

He slowly hobbled over to some of the chest of drawers and opened them slowly, rummaging through their contents. It was then he glanced over his shoulder to see a figure. He noticed that other students were awakening. How did he not even notice?

“Yo, do you know where we are…?”

[bikini-bodies-and-beautiful-baes]

Having spotted Kyo waking up, Mizuko made haste towards Kyo (read: stormed over like an anime girl with a vengance) , intent on getting a few answers around here. Once she approached him Nizuko wasted no time with formalities as she immediately bombarded him with questions;

“Where am I?! How’d I get here?! What are you all doing here?! Is this like, a kidnapping?! An Abduction?! I have like, four more modelling sessions after this, I CaNNOT be stuck here!!“

Pausing for a breath, it was fair to say Mizuko was probably just blowing off her frustrations for now considering she regained her composure and asked a little more clamly, though still through abnormally pearly teeth,

“Where. Are. We?“

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

This was literally the last thing he needed right now. Some uptight beauty chick who clearly can’t last five minutes without being an obnoxiously loud foghorn. Urhg... His ears...

“Do you mind like, not shouting so close to my ears? You’re going to burst my eardrums; dude just chillax...”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before peering again at the person stood in front of him. Where were they? Good question, but he didn’t know the answer. However, this was something that plagued his mind and looking for the solution to this problem would prove much more fruitful than screaming in his face.

“If I knew the answer to that question I wouldn’t be standing here looking through a chest of drawers. As much as the consensus lies; none of us know how we got here. Did you neglect to note the 14 other kids around here or did you just pinpoint me as an easy target to yell at. Not cool broski.”

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Placement Problems | Katsurou | Prologue | Open

Katsurou groaned as he woke. He had a slight headache and could not for the life of him figure out just what had happened. The last thing he remembered was boarding a train for a field trip. Since that was the case, why was he waking up on the floor?

Another question was brought to his mind as his surroundings were finally taken in. Just where the hell was he? This didn’t look like it was a train, and he’d probably be concerned if it was. Not only that, but there were fifteen other people spread out across the floor. Were they alive? Dead? Only one way to find out, and that was by trying to wake someone up. He slowly approached the person closest to him and began to shake them in an attempt to wake them up.

“Hey, c’mon, wake up!”

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

Kyo wasn't asleep. Rather after wandering about for a bit he decided to lie down on the floor and close his eyes to rest his poor, inflamed back. Being shaken up wasn't on his agenda.

"Ggghhgh" he made that weird wobbly sound one makes when shaken.

He leant up into a seated position, crossing his legs and looking at the student in front of him with a grumpy expression.

"Dude I was uh... Just resting my eyes... Are you alright? Do you need... Medical assistance? Uh..."

His voice droned with a tone of exhaustion. Pain wasn't fun.

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

Dawn of the First Day [OPEN]

The floor was awfully cold.

He didn’t like the cold.

Kyo Ōteki quietly lifted himself to his feet with great difficulty, occasionally omitting a disgruntled moan of pain with each creaky move. This wasn’t where he was supposed to be. This wasn’t supposed to happen. His heavy eyes adjusted to the room he was in, his large hands wiping the nervous cold sweat from his brow before running through his slick black hair. This was a mess.

Is this where the field trip was? Hopes Peak Academy seemed miles away and the fact that he woke unconscious on a marble floor in what appeared to be a grand foyer was slightly, no seriously unnerving.

Where was his stick? Where was his things?

He slowly hobbled over to some of the chest of drawers and opened them slowly, rummaging through their contents. It was then he glanced over his shoulder to see a figure. He noticed that other students were awakening. How did he not even notice?

“Yo, do you know where we are…?”

[ultimateswimcoach-blog]

Name: ŌTEKI KYO // 伾踢 協

CV: SWIM COACH // 超高校級の 水泳コーチ

Affiliation: REGAL DESPAIR

[regaldespair]

Hey one and all! It looks like it’s finally time for our roster to be released, huh?

A word before we start! We received so many wonderful apps, and we really had a hard time choosing a roster! Every student app was wonderful, but choices had to be made, no matter how hard. We appreciated hearing about every one of these wonderful students, but in the end, we had to choose! Even if you weren’t picked, we valued your application, and adored your student!

So, without further ado, we’d like to introduce the class of Regal Despair!

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