3rd. POV
The next day was wonderful. Takemichi woke up, feeling as light as a feather and dreamier than the night sky.
A smile painted his face each time he looked back on the day before, the night before, the meeting of that guy.
A shame that Takemichi didn't ask his name.
However he had different issues at the moment.
One being he needed to go to school, two... He really didn't have a second thing to say.
So he made himself ready and grabbed his bag before making his way to the school.
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Inside school was a heavy commotion. Takemichi didn't know why but many students grouped themselves before the student lockers.
Pressing himself through the huge mass of students, he took about 5 minutes before he reached clearance.
The students all stook before one locker and the clearance held Takemichi in the main view.
As in front of him was none other than his locker, drawn on.
The bold letters
The devil wears prada
Stared back at him, mocking his Prada bag.
Takemichi just blinked before smirking and opening his locker. As if that was going to make him afraid.
He comes from a private high-school in shibuya. What happens there is real bullying.
This right here was just plain embarrassing and childish for the person who did it.
So Takemichi just took out his slippers and started with his day, walking through the split that was forming and holding a confident stride. That little thing was not bringing him down.
It was a cute attempt at humiliation. But it failed, plainly because the devil wears prada is a masterpiece.
Seems like someone here doesn't really understand English or cinematic masterpieces.
Or it could be both, considering what school he's in.
Arriving in class was amusing, he was stared at for a single reaction by everyone.
Well everyone except the small child and buff follower he has yet to be proberly be introduced to.
The small child, Manjiro, if he remembered correctly, was seemingly brooding over something that upset him. And once Takemichi approached his desk he knew why.
Be prepared bitch, this ain't your territory
Takemichi couldn't help but let out an amused snort at the words and freely put his chair away to sit down in his carefree way.
This was not the reaction they were looking for, he supposed. He loved it. Their uncertain faces, but he was having fun, these petty attempts at bullying.
Hilarious.
He just took a pad out of his pocket, as well as a nail polish removal liquid, he had with him in case he got bored of his nails during school, and just lightly scrubbed away the words.
So after round about three minutes of work, his desks looked great again.
"Soo," he started a conversation with Noone in particular, "how was yesterday, Kisaki?"
Kisaki seemed like an alright person to talk to at the moment. Not condescending, not broody, not an empathic wannabe. He was just normal about it, like 'yeah that shit happens, so what? ' and he liked it.
"Nothing. Just studied." Kisaki replied, shrugging and Takemichi nodded.
"Seems valid."
"It was Kiyomasa," Kisaki said and Takemichi hummed, "Kiyomasa wrote those words on your locker and desk." Kisaki explained to Takemichi for deeper understanding, and for reasons why Kiyomasa shouldn't be messed with.
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Falling From Cloud Nine
Fanfiction*+. Rich Takemichi AU .+* Takemichi was a city child, always had been. He was used to the bustling streets of Shibuya district and the neon lights outside his windows, that kept him awake at night, but he didn't mind. He liked it. They drawed him i...
