Wasurena Gakuen Mingle

[hijiwanwan]

❊WASURENA GAKUEN MINGLE❊



So you finally enrolled into Wasurena Gakuen and you were accepted! Congratulations! It's a brand new year and the sun is shining... The birds are chirping... And wow, Souji is already getting in trouble? You can hear him being yelled at from across the hallways- Haha, anyway that's not important right now. 
Mingle!!! Have fun!!! DO YOUR HOMEWORK!!!! DON'T GET DETENTION!!! DON'T DIE!!!!!!!!!

Rules:
1. Lmao u thought I was seriously gonna make rules
2. Okay but for reals, you don't even have to have a Wasunagu muse to post in this though it's literally just a school setting so.
3. Like u could literally do anything i dont give a fuck? You wanna be a student? hell yeah! A teacher? Nice! A nurse? Well, actually we might need more of those at this rate- well, anyway:

Scenarios! and by this I mean just places you can probably be at because I'm tired

• Classrooms: Chilling with classmates? Actually being a good student? Oh, it seems like the teacher isn't here, well what are you gonna do?
• Detention: What the FUCK DID YOU DO???
• Cafeteria: Woof woof wats for lunch
• Roof: because we're anime
• Outside??? Let's play sports maybe
• Nurse office: as long as you don't die you'll be okay. walk it off.
• Club meetings: self explanatory
• wild card??? wild card??? please rp

 

Comments

You are so adorable, omg. I hope your birthday cake was one of your ultimate faves!!

[connote]

[ ( I'M LIVIN' THE DREAM. )

Akira had noted that. The assumption that Yamato was responsible for the facial assault steadily dwindled, fingers pliant as the textbook slipped easily from his grasp. His eyes followed the collection of movement, and something like relieved surprise settled as the book remained stagnant upon a hard surface. Perhaps it wasn't naive of him to believe that Yamato was an uninvolved party, but somehow had gotten himself embroiled due to the nature of their classmates. There was a part of him that wanted to backtrack, skip class in order to further divorce himself from the situation. But, there was a lack of trust in their teacher's intelligence. After all, it would be leverage for their classmates to pinpoint the blame on him to avoid detention and further punishment, and his pride refused to give them that satisfaction. ]

Doesn't seem like an accident.

[ But, his words were directed to their seated classmates, eyes, prowling, in order to capture any hint of guilt. Even then, Akira couldn't spot anything out of the ordinary, mainly because the students were looking away from him, obscuring scrutiny. As if resigned, he finally allowed the classroom door to close, keeping the view of broken windows from lurking curiosity of passersby. ]

Didn't peg you as the type to want to throw books at people.

[ There was something light-hearted about his tone that was normally encompassed by assured indifference, as if inviting further explanation if Yamato had any more to offer. Akira made his way to an empty desk, conveniently behind Yamato's. Everything else was taken anyway. ]

UGH MY BDAY WAS REALLY GOOD I TOLD YOU THIS BUT IM HERE NOW i didnt get cake touches ground my cake

[yasusada]

[ ( OUR DREAM!! UGH I'M HAPPY )

Yamato does follow right after him without any hesitation, perhaps people believe Yamato to be some sort of lapdog but it isn't like that at all. He holds a sort of kindness for those he value and the other is a friend to him, one could say close or not but there are many things the male would do for him. Once they're close to their desks, Yamato sets his knees in the seat of his chair to be faced towards Akira's direction.

Give him a few minutes to get his thoughts together as he laughs only a bit. He'd be surprised if the other didn't give him one more chance to explain, his elbow sat on the flat of his desk as he uses it to prop his chin up. There are various glances towards them both as the entire class seems to be curious, will Yamato get in trouble or not? Will he tell the truth or take the blame for another student? ]

How can I reassure you that I'm not the type? It's not really my forte to throw books at others.. let alone. [ Glancing at the window that now has a hole and he just can't wait to hear what the teacher may say about it. There's a part of him who doesn't want anyone to get in trouble but he's sure he can share this information with Akira but first, there's something else that troubles the male for just a bit. Leaving the conversation on who threw the book and who didn't, he looks at the bruise on the other's face. ]

But.. did you get into another fight? [ Yamato isn't the one to cause trouble but he will get riled up when people he holds affiliation with are done wrong. For now, he's calm as he asks but if there's a name that slips.. it'll be something that the male remembers. ]

I am hella tardy. Please forgive... ... ... Offers virtual cake... ...

[connote]

[ (THIS CR SEEMS CUTE AS HECK SO FAR. I CANNOT BELIEVE.)

He had always found it unusual. In a room filled with barbaric imbeciles, Yamato seemed oddly-placed. His demeanor was distinct against the flurry of wild happenstances, quiet in a way that often lured him from the surrounding cacophony of their classmates - his composure light-hearted, ostensibly ambiguous. It was relatively easy for him to accept Yamato's version of the truth, his back pressed against the cool surface of his seat, shoulders relaxing as his features softened in reluctant concurrence.

Akira followed his gaze towards the direction of the window, regarding them with apathy like he had already separated himself from those who were responsible for property damage. Fleetingly so, he began to wonder why their teacher had often left them unattended, knowing what they were all capable of. It seemed beyond negligent, like they were making an effort to avoid the inevitable for as long as they can manage.

Still, to be draw him into something that needn't involve him moments after his initial dilemma, he felt that his general annoyance, at this point, was justified. ]

... Yeah. [ The spoken syllable was steady, almost resolute in his agreement. He was a casualty of supposed bad luck, but even then, Akira knew better than to lash out at a neutral party. Besides, Yamato was practically the only one who made for pleasant company compared to the rest. Crossing his arms loosely across his stomach, he shifted his focus onto the top of his desk, his peripheral catching Yamato's elbow. ] It doesn't seem like you.

[ There wasn't much of an outward reaction after receiving Yamato's question. But, the ache on the corner of his mouth renewed as if encouraged by the mere notion of being acknowledged. Towards anyone else, body language, general countenance, would have illustrated the words, "None of your business", his stubborn silence a foothold for his unspoken statement. For Yamato, only a subtle frown as he immediately recalled the prelude of a nonsensical scuffle. ]

I wasn't the instigator. [ Akira never was. But, it seemed difficult for the majority to believe - until a random bystander ended up attesting to his testimony. The student body was belligerent, but the way the adults operated the workings of the school, he still found it appalling that this place was held in a seemingly high regard. ]