Elsie
*𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐔 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 idea of attending school in person. The mere thought of it filled him with an overwhelming sense of dread. He had convinced himself that he had successfully escaped this obligation for the entire month, but alas, his attempt to evade it by sending a nonchalant email to his teacher saying "Hey, I don't feel like going to school" Proved futile. No one seemed to care about his lack of enthusiasm or desire for the week off. With a heavy heart and an unhappy pout on his face, Tomoyasu reluctantly made his way through the desolate halls. Bangs covered his eyes, preventing any glimpse into his soul or allowing even a sliver of sunlight to brighten up the pale skin. His countenance exuded an air of unapproachability; anyone who crossed paths with him would think twice before attempting any form of interaction.*

*As he trudged along, Tomoyasu couldn't help but wonder why he was being subjected to such torment. Wasn't there another way? A more convenient and comfortable method of acquiring knowledge? The traditional brick-and-mortar style education seemed archaic and suffocating. Nevertheless, he continued on, silently resenting every step that brought him closer to those dreaded classrooms where torture awaited.*

*With his long black silky hair cascading down his back like a river of satin, slowly glided through the hallway. As he walked, his eyes remained fixated on the screen of his phone, engrossed in scrolling through a seemingly endless stream of posts on a subreddit dedicated to cloning. Though he enjoyed exploring different topics and engaging in intellectual discussions online, he noticed that most of the content within this particular subreddit seemed to be filled with baseless claims and speculative theories.*

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*Tomoyasu's fascination with cloning had always been an intriguing aspect of his life. From delving into scientific articles about genetic manipulation to pondering ethical dilemmas surrounding human replication, he found himself constantly drawn to this controversial subject matter. However, as much as he valued expanding his knowledge in this area, time was not always on his side.*

*Suddenly realizing that minutes were slipping away faster than anticipated, Tomoyasu glanced at the clock and cursed under his breath. He was perilously close to being late for class.*

*He wished his teacher wasn't there. It was Ms. Johnson, the one who had rejected his attempt to skip in-person class for the week. Tomoyasu bit his lip as he contemplated the situation. "Maybe," He thought to himself, "Maybe it's because of that substitute teacher... What was his name again? Professor Karona? No, that doesn't sound right." Tomoyasu wracked his brain trying to recall the correct name. "Ah, yes! Professor Kurono! That sounds more like it." However, despite struggling with remembering much about Professor Kurono, Tomoyasu found himself clinging onto a glimmer of hope that this silver-haired man would be taking over their Biology class today.*

*If it were indeed Professor Kurono standing at the front of the classroom instead of Ms. Johnson, Tomoyasu knew deep down that it would make his day so much easier. The mere thought brought a sense of relief and optimism to him amidst all the stress and pressure he felt from facing his regular teacher every day in Biology class.*

***Oh boy, wouldn't that just be perfect?***

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*As Tomoyasu walked into the Biology class, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. With each step, he mouthed words to himself, his lips moving carefully as if trying to calm his racing thoughts. As he entered the room, his eyes immediately fixated on a figure with striking silver hair. His heart skipped a beat as he realized that this must be Professor Kurono. But wait, was it really him? He couldn't recall ever seeing someone so captivating before.*

*Tomoyasu's memory flashed back to their previous interactions over Zoom calls. Yes, he remembered Professor Kurono's voice - deep and alluring - but this physical presence was something entirely different. It was as if an ethereal aura surrounded him, enhancing his already attractive features. Unable to tear his gaze away from the professor's mesmerizing appearance, Tomoyasu felt a rush of emotions wash over him. He found himself questioning how someone could exude such beauty effortlessly. The way the light reflected off those silver strands seemed almost magical.*

*Tomoyasu discreetly pinched himself just to make sure he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating this surreal encounter. This was definitely not what he had expected when walking into class today.*

*As he made his way towards the substitute teacher's desk, one could only catch glimpses of his face - a lip being anxiously bitten and a slightly reddened nose. However, fate seemed to have other plans for Tomoyasu on this particular day. Unbeknownst to him, the loose turtleneck he was wearing proved to be quite mischievous. As he passed by Professor Kurono's desk, its fabric caught onto the sharp edge of the wooden surface. The forceful tug resulted in an audible rip that reverberated throughout the room, causing all heads to turn towards Tomoyasu in surprise.*

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*In that momentary silence following the unexpected sound, every pair of eyes fixated on him. Some wore expressions of amusement at this unforeseen mishap. Tomoyasu had inadvertently become the center of attention.*

*The skeptic, overwhelmed by a wave of despair and longing for an escape from the prying gazes that seemed to relentlessly follow him, yearned for nothing more than to cease existing in that very moment. In fact, his desire was so intense and specific that it encompassed not just a mere disappearance but rather a fantastical act of ascending into the heavens, leaving behind all earthly worries. The weight of those pairs of eyes fixated upon him felt suffocating, as if they were silently judging every move he made.*

*As Tomoyasu entered the classroom with freakishly light steps and a burdened heart, he was an outcast among his peers. His throat tightened with unease as he attempted to clear it discreetly, hoping to find solace in focusing on anything other than the penetrating stares directed towards him. With each deliberate stride towards his assigned seat at the back of the room, where shadows offered some semblance of refuge, he could sense both relief and trepidation intertwining within him.*

*Taking his place at the very back corner of the classroom seemed fitting for someone who often found themselves questioning everything around them. From this vantage point, he could observe without being observed - an invisible observer amidst a sea of faces absorbed in their own worlds. The classroom hummed with the sound of whispered conversations and shuffling papers, but Tomoyasu felt detached from it all. He longed for a moment of respite, a chance to escape the suffocating weight of his own doubts and insecurities.*

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Casey
***𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘴𝘶'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯.** Kurono's mornings were typically spent making breakfast, seeing Kai off to work, then driving Eri to school, leaving the rest of his day to either complete unfinished jobs, fill out paperwork that his boss is too lazy to even look at, or head to the Yakuza or the nearby universities to do some work as a bartender or Biology substitute teacher, to their respective professions.*

*But today didn't go that way. There was no breakfast on the table, no seeing Kai off to work; in fact, Kai made the decision not to go anywhere for the day, as he solemnly sat in the passenger's seat whilst Hari filled out his morning duties. Yet the two still bid adieu to Eri with kind smiles on their faces, it was all too apparent that there was some sort of depressive aura about the Capo. It wasn't until the two were alone, and back at the house before Hari decided to question Kai about his mood.*

*𝘈𝘯𝘥, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘛𝘰𝘺𝘢. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘒𝘢𝘪'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵.*

*That, and the news on the radio.*

*Truth be told, Hari had truly been the root cause of Chisaki's pain, but the needle-haired man would never admit that to Kai. He'd been the one who, in a fit of anger, anonymously submitted a very detailed message to the popular radio show host, attaching files of pictures that had been taken off a sub-par burner long snapped and thrown away. So, as well as exploiting the rather distasteful relationship, Hari subsequently pushed Kai "Out of the closet." That was never his intention, but then again, Kurono had recently been fencing himself doing things he'd never thought he'd do. Such as plotting the demise of the rejected son of a political figure.*
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*Either way, Hari felt crushed under the dejected state of Kai, and decided that it would be best if he were to keep himself in his bosses' company for the day. And for a good two hours, the two spent time embracing on the couch, discussing deeper thoughts that they knew would never leave that living room, watching an old romance thriller with the blinds shut to emulate the feeling of watching horrors at night. It wasn't exactly Kai's taste in movies, in terms of genre, but Hari managed to pick a film that had Kai at the end of his seat. And all Hari could ever have wanted in that moment was for Kai to not think about his inner turmoil.*

*Underneath silken covers, and with a glance held too long noticed, Hari couldn't help but want to give his emotions over to Kai. Pale slender fingers held Kai's face softly, and though the other's expression seemed to be indifferent, Kurono had yet to hear a complaint or feel the tugging away of Chisaki's face. He leaned in softly, pale pink lips caressing clean skin. A whisper left his throat, voice silky and smooth as he proposed a suggestion.*

"You don't need to think about him right now... Allow me to occupy you, if you will."

*Making the first move was a rarity for the silver-haired male, as Kai typically preferred to be the one to initiate things, over spoken words of wants, but never action. With the slight upward tilt of his head, a small nod could be seen one second, and the next lips placed over the others, providing a passionate sense of comfort for his leader to fall into. Hands pulling each other closer than before, hesitant yet hasty, Hari felt as if the two could stay like this forever. *
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*...That was, until Hari's phone buzzed in his pocket, alerting him with unwarranted importance.*

*Of course, Chisaki urged him to answer the phone, with an unamused raise of his left brow. Hastily picking up the phone, Hari answered with an, albeit thick, formal greeting. He was needed to substitute at Columbus University, and there were no others available in the area, just to his luck. Rejection was on the tip of his tongue, but Kai was quicker, and suggested that it would be a good idea for him to go, and that he would be able to manage by himself. He couldn't just deny Kai, he would never forgive himself if he did that. So, with a heaved sigh, Hari pulled himself from the couch, took a cold shower, and pulled his autumn coat over his shoulders as he headed out the door.*

*It was no wonder he seemed to be deeply ingrained in frustrated thoughts when Chikazoku came into the classroom. Scribbling corrections over a homework sheet, face ever-so-slightly flushed and lip swollen due to the anxious antics of the biology substitute. Hari barely looked up from the sheet of paper when Tomoyasu strolled in, that was, until the clumsy student passed by Hari's desk, turtleneck catching onto the edge of the desk, and with a great, loud tear, silenced the hushed murmurings of peers.*

*Looks like someone was going to need a new turtleneck. *

*Doing his best not to smile at the agoraphobe's dismayed expression as he turned his gaze upwards to look at the student, a glint of amusement flashed through his eyes. It was apparent that Tomoyasu was nearly paralyzed in fear of the situation he'd been shoved into thanks to a cheap turtleneck, and a rough edge. Tilting his head slightly, Hari watched as Tomoyasu wordlessly sulked to his seat. This certainly boosted his mood.*
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*Speaking of the gloomy student, this might've been the first time Hari had seen him actually attend the physical class. On many occasions he would hold private Zoom calls for the inky-haired student, to catch up on work missed during the day. And Kurono could tell that the emo much preferred the one-on-one lessons, as when Hari began to teach the class, he could tell Tomoyasu was keeping his beady eyes locked onto Hari, but never raised his hand to answer a question.*

*𝘕𝘰 𝘯𝘰, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦.*

*When the entirety of the class was stumped on a question, Hari pressed his ruler against the chalkboard with a sigh. It was incredibly frustrating when his class preferred to silence themselves only when a question was asked, and chatted the day away when he spoke. With a pinched brow Hari closed his eyes, and pointed out to the sea of people. Finger landing on his victim, Hari turned his gaze to the guidelines of his arm. *

*𝘉𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘰.*

*His aim landed directly on Chikazoku, and with an urging smile, Hari called to him to gain the attention of the Skeptic.*

"Mr. Chikazoku, if you would give me the pleasure of answering the question, I'd be grateful for your willing participation." *He motioned towards a neatly scrawled question, supposedly from the textbook given. Gaze intensifying, Hari's eyes expectantly dimmed at the student.*
Elsie
*𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐔'𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐒 usually decently good. He has always prided himself on his ability to remember details and important information. However, there was one particular instance where he found himself struggling to recall something that should have been ingrained in his mind - the appearance of Professor Kurono. Professor Kurono had a distinct and memorable look. Tomoyasu could vividly picture his beautiful thin grey eyes, which seemed to hold a depth of knowledge and wisdom within them. What he didn't remember was his strangely pointed hair added an element of uniqueness to his overall look, making him stand out from the rest. And looking at the otheres body under that dull outfit - was certainly one worth remembering, although Tomoyasu acknowledged that he would probably look even better without clothes on. ||adult virgin moment|| This realization caused him to pause for a moment, trying to process the unexpected connection between his mental image and the person standing before him in class. A wave of embarrassment washed over Tomoyasu as he felt heat creeping up his cheeks.*

*Physical class was always a challenging experience for Tomoyasu. The constant chatter of his fellow students seemed to invade his senses, distracting him from focusing on the lesson at hand. As if that wasn't enough, there was something about the air in that room that triggered a light headache within him, gradually intensifying into an agonizing pounding inside his skull. It felt as though someone were relentlessly hammering away at his temples, leaving him longing for relief. In moments like these, Tomoyasu fantasized about releasing all this pent-up frustration by repeatedly slamming his head against a solid brick wall until it brought sweet release from the torment coursing through his mind. The mere thought of such drastic measures highlighted just how overwhelming physical class could be for him.*

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*As Tomoyasu sat in the classroom, his mind filled with turmoil and worry, he struggled to focus on the lecture being delivered by his professor. Only a few words managed to penetrate through the fog of his troubled thoughts, causing him to momentarily pause and reach for his notebook to jot down a quick note-to-self. However, despite these sporadic attempts at engagement, Tomoyasu's attention remained fixated on the yakuza member who also happened to be his teacher. His eyes, obscured by hair across his face, remained locked onto this figure before him. There was an invisible magnetic force drawing Tomoyasu towards this intriguing professor, making it difficult for him to divert his gaze or fully absorb any other information in that moment.*

*Tomoyasu's eyes were completely fixated on the paper in front of him as he fervently scribbled down yet another note-to-self. The subject at hand was none other than evolution, a topic that never failed to pique his curiosity and ignite his passion for learning. Tomoyasu had always been drawn to exploring subjects beyond what was taught within the confines of the classroom, consistently going out of his way to delve deeper into areas that captivated him.*

*Earlier, as he settled into the comfort of his desk, he noticed a textbook waiting patiently for him. Its pages were filled with thought-provoking questions that would undoubtedly test his knowledge and understanding. Interestingly enough, upon glancing through the chapters, he discovered that many of these inquiries had already been diligently answered by none other than Tomoyasu. It was astonishing to realize that this subject matter resonated so deeply within him that it had become ingrained in his memory and understanding. The sheer depth of his familiarity with the topic made him feel both fortunate and eager to delve even further into its intricacies.*

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*WHACK! The sharp sound of the light-grey haired professor's wooden ruler striking against the pristine whiteboard echoed through the classroom, instantly capturing Tomoyasu's undivided attention. As if jolted by an electric current, his spine straightened instinctively in response to the authoritative crack of the ruler meeting its target. The sudden impact reverberated within him, causing a surge of alertness. Every muscle in his body tensed momentarily as he prepared himself for what was to come next.*

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*Tomoyasu's confidence shrivelled up like a deflated balloon the moment he caught sight of the other person's finger pointing directly at him. A wave of panic washed over him, causing his throat to constrict and making it difficult for him to swallow. The anxiety was so overwhelming that even the saliva in his mouth seemed to evaporate into thin air. His head involuntarily twitched, betraying the nervousness coursing through his veins as his eyes instinctively dropped down to the textbook in front of him, desperately seeking solace and distraction from the impending situation. His mind went completely blank, leaving him feeling utterly lost and disoriented. It was as if all the information he had meticulously studied had suddenly vanished from his memory. Frantically searching for any semblance of familiarity, he desperately tried to recall which chapter they were currently discussing. Frustration and panic started to consume him as profanities involuntarily escaped his lips in a moment of sheer frustration. In a last-ditch effort to regain some sense of direction, his eyes darted towards his notes scattered across the desk, hoping that they would provide some much-needed guidance amidst the chaos swirling within his mind. As Tomoyasu's eyes scanned through the pages of the book before him, he finally stumbled upon the precise location of his desired information. Page 2019 beckoned to him from within chapter 3, promising enlightenment and guidance. Eagerly tracing each line with precision and care, it didn't take long for Tomoyasu's gaze to land on line 4 – a crucial piece of knowledge that would undoubtedly bring clarity to his current predicament. In those fleeting moments of discovery, time seemed to stand still for Tomoyasu as he absorbed every word written on that particular line. The weighty significance of this revelation settled upon him like a comforting blanket.*

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"It's..." *He finally managed to say, his voice coming out in a shy croak. The entire classroom fell silent, all eyes fixed on him, waiting for his response. Even the substitute teacher leaned forward with anticipation.* "D. The answer is D." ||D FOR DICK||

*As the silence lingered in the room, Tomoyasu cursed inwardly at himself, the word echoed loudly inside his mind:* "Fuck." *He glanced around at the expectant faces surrounding him; their expressions ranged from surprise to confusion.*

*Pity. His substitute teacher maintained a neutral expression but Tomoyasu could sense his disappointment too.*
Casey
**𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥.** *The slight bob of his Adam's apple, signifying his initial reaction to his predicament. Then, the anxious gaze changing. He watched Tomoyasu as he tried to quickly and discreetly flip through pages of the textbook, revealing that he hadn't been paying attention. A blank stare patiently awaited a response, the ruler sliding away from the whiteboard to rest over his front. It was unlike Tomoyasu to be this frazzled upon being asked a question, but then again, this had been the first time Hari experienced having the spooked student in class. *

*Lips pursed as the silence grew thicker, and Tomoyasu had finally come to an end of skimming through his textbook, locating the answer. Kurono could see the small movement of the student's lips, yet he couldn't hear his voice, the answer coming out as a muted mumble. He could barely even hear, even though the classroom was well-equipped with acoustics that would help with hearing another from across the room. This meek silence would not do. *

"Sorry?" *Hari, albeit confused, a bleak expression continued to plague his face, and he leaned forward ever so slightly. His black tie was not exempt from this movement, either, as it moved from its comfortable spot on Hari's chest to dangle from his neck. Even a silvery lock or two displacing itself from his face, darkening his expression in a way that accentuated his stern aura. *"Speak up, Mr. Chikazoku. I certainly hope you don't expect me to walk up to your seat, and lean in close, just to hear your answer."
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*That slipped off the tip of his tongue a bit too bitterly, Kurono noticed. Maybe there was still a prickling amount of frustration pent up inside of him from this morning. Returning his posture to a straight position, Hari cleared his throat, manicured fingers scratching against the sharp edge of the ruler.*

"... Well? Go on."
Steve
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