"Damnit!" Muttered Toussaint Neshinbara, crumpling the paper into a ball and resting his head on his arms in class. Behind him the hat of a blonde haired teen blinked.
"Uh...Neshinbara? What's wrong?” Asked Tenzo, the ninja whose face was covered mostly by his red scarf, and his cap, with little eyes on top looking at him in concern leaned forward in class.
The deep violet haired boy looked back at his shinobi friend, his blue-green eyes filled with frustration. “I can’t…”
“I can’t what?”
“I can’t think of anything!” He whispered sharply back. Tenzo’s hat blinked several times.
“For a story or a plot?” Tenzo knew his friend and the chief strategist of the Musashi Ariadust Academy as well as it’s secretary was an amateur writer, mainly involved in romance and what not, but to see him so peeved something must clearly be egging at the glasses wearing boy.
“Sort of…” Neshinbara sighed, his shoulder slumping. “No matter what scenario I can think of, it’s either too cliché or too boring. I always dig myself into the First Girls Wins trap due to the development I am forced to have with the main character, but the first girl is usually a major stuck up bitch yeah?” Tenzo nodded. “And there’s a huge assortment of other females that have interesting quirks and qualities about, but I have made the first girl so friggin important by that point that if I try to shoe horn in any development it would make the First Girl’s pointless and the story will be leveled as she is SOMEWHAT important but I don’t want her to fall in love and-“
“Heya guys!” Chirped an all too familiar voice making Neshinbara and Tenzo jumped, their eyes darting towards their school president.
“Don’t scare me like that!” They both snapped at Tori Aoi, who just stood with the a simple grin with a ‘Devil may care’ air around him. Tenzo added a “de gozaru”.
“I heard something of ‘huge’ and ‘females’ and MC,” said Tori. “Are you trying to write a love story Neshin~?” Neshinbara rolled his eyes.
“I’m a writer, what do you think,” Neshinbara looked back to where Tori was standing, but the brown haired teen was…
Rumaging in the trash bin where the writer threw away the draft. “Hey!” Tori already un-crumpled the draft and began to read through it.
“Hmmm…Hmmmm…” He hummed with keen eyes. Neshinbara went up and grabbed the wrinkly paper and tore it up.
“Don’t look through other’s things!”
“But it’s trash! It’s totally okay to read trash right~?”
“Not when I threw it out no less than a minute ago!” Tori just gave his secretary a grin.
“Well I read through anything and you my friend-“ He wrapped his arms around the author. “Need a sounding board.”
“Sounding board?”
“Well of course! You need someone who can listen to your awesome ideas and give ya feedback and how to proceed and that sort of thing! And I-“ He pointed his thumb towards his chest. “I am EXPERT on romance!”
Tenzo stepped in, his hat’s eyes looking deadpanned. “If you mean by going through eroges like how Naomasa goes through pocky then lolicon Ginji would be a better sounding board…”
“Oh yeah and what does Ginji doesn’t have and I do?” Responded Tori diligently.
The two blinked. “A wacked up psyche?” They both asked.
Tori shook his head. “Nope!” He danced around the room, doing unique poses. “I! Have! Ho! Ri!” He stopped behind the mentioned automaton of a girl talking with Shirojiro and his girlfriend…
And gropped her breasts. “Zon!”
And got a round house kick to the face courtesy of Horzion Ariadust and sent flying out the window. The sound of a “I’m flying!” could be heard. Neshinbara sighed and packed up his belongings.
“You heading out?”
“Yeah, call me if you need anything,” sighed Neshinbara as he got up and walked past his shinobi friend. As he reached the door and he tripped on the ledge…
Landing right onto two soft pillows. Neshinbara opened his eyes up…and saw a very amused Kimi Aoi.
“Oh ho? I hear my brother screaming probably courtesy of Horizon and I get the amateur on my breasts,” she cooed in a teasing tone. She crossed her arms, raising her chest higher as Neshinbara recovered and look over her…
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