Amour Fou

"Heisuke Sasaki, this is your final warning. Please find your way down to Principal Yoshida. Or perhaps you'd like for someone to assist you so you can manage to not cause any attention to yourself?"

"No, Mrs. Tanaka, I've been there enough to administer myself."

Heisuke could always find himself sitting in that vintage, drawn, hazelnut armchair located in the most dreaded site in all of Nakahara Academy: Dr. Yoshida's Division.

"Ah, Mr. Sasaki, back again so soon I see." The receptionist smiled with a sarcastic overture.

"Indeed I am Ms. Akiyama." The crimson haired male spoke and proceeded to be seated in that recognizable chair.

"I see you're back Mr. Sasaki." The elderly gentleman turned his ebony swivel seat around to face the much younger juvenile.

"I thought we agreed we were on 'friendly' terms and you wished to refer to me with my first given name." The boy snidely smirked and continued to further himself into the armchair.

"With my bad mind, I must have forgotten. My apologies, Heisuke. So, tell me, why do you think you were sent to my office?" The sliver headed male questioned and placed his arms in a crossing matter.

"Because Mrs. Tanaka got fed up with me again?"

"That too I suppose but I guess the timing was perfect because I was just about to tell her to call you down here so you could show our new students around."

"New students? Ha. You're funny, old man. Real funny. What makes you think I'd show new students around?"

The older male in the room smirked and called to the girls to step inside his setting.

Moments later, four females, each of different calibers, appear into the chamber. Heisuke's attention is then garnered by the girls as they stride past him.

"Heisuke, these are the new students you will be showing around for good credit. Kapeesh?" The gentleman leers as the females place themselves around his desk.

"D-deal."