<br/>Name: Akira Jin "AJ" Oshou<br/>Time:  Just before school<br/>Location: Auditorium<br/>Tagging:  open<br/>Notes: currently with a group of non-trap friends<br/><hr/><br/>Akira Jin Oshou, or "AJ" as he was better known to his friends, let out a tired sigh into his palm as he stepped off the bus that morning and made the short trek from the bus station to Kirinozawa Academy. In all honesty the summer break had whizzed past far to quickly for his liking, having only felt like yesterday since he last departed from the dusty old place. Standing at the front gate he slowly eyed the campus over. It didn't seem like the place had changed much from how he left it, as if he had actually been expecting it to, but he supposed he should be thankful it hadn't blown up or anything. He chuckled a bit at the thought, envisioning a scene of the school's roof blasting off with an explosion of women's underwear inexplicably raining out, much to the confusion of the neighboring towns folk no doubt.<br/><br/>Speaking of women's garments, AJ was made rather conspicuous by the fact that he wasn't actually wearing any. Despite being part of the trap program, and having done so for past three years now, the strapping young man had arrived on campus that morning in the full male uniform: belt, tie, and all. While most of the trap students liked to show up already in their full ensembles, AJ always took a more casual approach, after all you didn't give away all the goods right away did you? What would the boys have to look forward too if you did? There was also the matter of having to keep up appearances, namely with his family. While they knew he was part of a special "honorary program" in the school, he hadn't exactly told them the details, and he somehow doubted that his traditional, country life-style parents would be stoked to have their eldest son running around in drag. As such he always made sure to wear his male uniform whenever he visited them, or whenever they came to campus to visit him.<br/><br/>"yo AJ what's up?" a familiar voice called out to him, the eyepatched boy turning to see a small group of his friends from club (the air-soft one, not the fan-service one) had already gathered up and where waiting for him, "Hey! Nothing much, tired as hell from having to get up so early..hwaaaaah...god I hate commuting..." he muttered, giving them all a tired wave in greeting as he caught up to them, "well you know if you're feeling tired princess we can always carry you" one of them teased, the other boys breaking out into various goofy "princely" poses, mockingly offering the boy their assistance, "Shoot I might take you up on that, I mean you do owe me since I carry all of you game after game" he shot back cooly, referring to their performance in the club battles, the group busting out into laughter, "yeah yeah whatever cyclops" "You know that might actually sting a bit if you didn't have worse aim than the guy with only one eye" "oh you want a shoot off then?" "no because your idea of a "shoot off" is to just constantly shoot off target" the boys jabbed, continuing to playfully roast and riff each other as they made their way towards the auditorium, not having missed a beat since the last break.