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Tsundere Club- Karkat x Aina (Homestuck/GAP)

A/N: Okay so GloriousBlue15 is a new member in our Homestuck fandom *cackles evilly* KOLKOLKOKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOL~ She neither likes Dave or Karkat but she likes Karkat better and this idea came along afterwards! Don't worry, I support NorAi more than this one ;)

Oh yeah, lemme just say about John and Karkat in my previous and present oneshot respectively, I am sorry in advance if I did something wrong with their characters, I sometimes doubt myself when I make these kinds of oneshots about Homestuck because I might mess up, if you see anything misinterception of future and present characters used, please correct me in the comments. Thank you.

Enjoy~

PS. I don't know about this "Humanstuck" thing but I kinda like Karkat minus the gray skin and horns as a human. So sorry if I'm wrong.

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Tsundere.

A Japanese character development process that describes a person who is initially cold and even hostile towards another person before gradually showing their warm side over time.

Your name is Aina Shinimi and you are so pissed right now. You angrily stomped your way across the hallways, balled hands on both of your sides, long black blue tipped hair swishing behind you and sapphire blue eyes showing a flare accompanies you in your little childish tantrum.

You were pissed at the Art Design Club, they just told you that you didn't enter because you were not THAT GOOD?! Then how did you came in the club last year then? Wow, fucking irony and backstabbing shit, and that was supposed to be YOUR job.

You huff to yourself, still stomping as you adjust your black scarf around your neck. You grunt about how much you hated the judges who freaking just discriminate you and insulting your skills when it's basically not right to even insult a talent and how much you want to kill them with your Death powers and using Death Note.

These were the parts of the school building open for screening for newly made clubs that one can make, you suddenly want to make a "Fuck all assholes" club and freaking try to spread the love and send everyone cookies and welcome them to the Dark Side.

You found another angry person sitting in front of a table, arms crossed over his chest and grunting to himself. He was like you...somewhat. You have seen this dude before, he was a loudmouth who curses but he was older than you.

He has messy thick moss of raven black hair and red eyes, he wasn't dressed in the usual school dress code, though he had his polo and necktie well-done under a Cancer black sweater jacket and the brown khaki pants.

You were curious on what he was doing on these parts and walked over to him cautiously so you can prepare whatever insult that has the word "fuck" and "fucking" in the sentences he is about to blabber.

"Um, hi, what are you doing here?" You ask and he instantly glares at you and scoffs. "What does it fucking look to ya nookwhiff? I am trying to form a club here!" He yells at you, you merely raised an eyebrow at him, trying not to fazed about his weird insult and look over to the contents of the desk he was associated with.

There was a box filled with paper probably for the members to join this particular club of his and a propped up board with the name of the club on it, the name was written scratchy looking and gray in color.

TSUNDERE CLUB.

TO ALL FUCKERS WHO WOULD LOVE TO JOIN THIS PIECE OF SHIT OF A CLUB.

You raise you eyebrow again. "Tsundere Club?"

The boy looks offended. "OKAY SO WHAT I'M TRYING TO PROVE MY FRIENDS THAT I'M NOT FUCKING "TSUNDERE" BY PUTTING UP A CLUB AND SEE WHAT ARE THESE FUCKING "TSUNDERES" AND GET MYSELF KICKED OUT OF MY OWN CLUB SO THAT THEY CAN SEE I DON'T BELONG IN THAT FUCKING CLUB!"