Author's notes:
I figured I should try this and see how it goes. Let me know if the new layout of chapters with the single spacing is a bit better on the eyes and the like. If there are any questions then feel free to ask; I will be a bit vague if they come into spoiler territory or cover anything I plan on revealing at a later date.
Finally apologies for the strange schedule...or well lack of one altogether. From now on there will be at least one new chapter every month (this goes for the four main fics I'm handling: Phantom Masquerade, Scars of White, Class Wars, Piracy!) with the word count increasing to at least 3000 words per chapter. Let me know if that's a change for the better as well.
That and a surprise that I'm looking forward to sometime in the near future (Probably next month or the month after), I'm excited for it. But I'll reveal more details with that as it becomes relevant.
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What the hell is with this situation?!
Here I am minding my business in bed, totally still not sick, by the way...
Eating some miso soup that the robot generously made for me... Well maybe not generously, he might've been programmed for that beforehand... I'm getting off topic.
Now four girls fell onto the floor of the entrance to my room like dominoes in a rube gold-berg machine, the only question was what was going to come tumbling down next? My sanity? Was Ayanokouji about to go haywire? Are the walls of the very building about to collapse in on me right now? How the hell did they even get in? Did he forget to lock the door?
Argh! The more questions pop in my head, the more this headache numbs my senses. I could gradually feel my senses weakening and eyes shut due to the splitting sensation. Better to just not think about... Why that annoying bitch is in my room?!
"...Uhm, what are you all doing on the floor?" My questions exactly, good robot.
In response one of the girls, with black twin tails pretended to be asleep, quite poorly might I add. Another with free-flowing brown hair extending to her mid-back, postured as if to do push-ups, which were... an attempt? At the very least of that action.
"...This is... so much harder... than I thought it'd be..." The physical specimen said between atrocious grunts.
The remaining two intruders just looked on at the two non-plussed. A small shy smile plastered the face of the brunette on the floor, a familiar face from... well I guess it was only a day ago. I met her on the bus... Kushida I think it was? Last but certainly not least needed no introduction, not because they were well known or deserved one. Because I would much rather go the rest of my school days without even acknowledging her existence... What the hell does she want, can I not even sleep in peace?
"...A-As you can see, we were just looking for workout spots and a-a good p-place for a nap!" That verbal garbage flew out from the trash can.
"Manabe-san!" Kushida looked at her with a surprised expression. Keep it down, feels like my head is gonna explode.
"Well then fuck off to your own room, the hell are you doin' in mine! Wait, how did you even know where to look?"
"I'm guessing the receptionist; anyone can ask for a room number after all." Ayanokouji stated matter-of-factly.
"You know I was worried that we were about to walk in on something R-rated, but this actually seems lewder, right Saki-chan?" The brunette with long hair had casually said to the twin tailed girl. I think I'll just go with idiot 1 and 2, for lack of names.
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Class C: Civil War
Action"Kukuku. As I thought, this school is more than it lets on." The magenta haired boy suddenly punched his desk to punctuate his sentence the addressed the rest of the class. "Listen, you bunch of small-fries. You'll all work for me and I will bring y...
