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‘Someone’s having a bad day.’ Daiki thinks upon catching sight of the stranger nearby throwing the newspaper down to the ground like a child. The blond opts not to get involved though given the fact that almost everyone in either Hinamori or Yubari is an extremely weird individual. He redirects his attention back to the book he has in his hands, skimming through the lesson regarding the formula for Fundamental Theorem.

He doesn’t normally sit and study outside at the park but his little brother has proven to be quite a distraction at home, always clinging to him and insisiting him to watch this particular cartoon with him. Daiki had done all he could do from explaining that he needs to get some homework done first to shoving and locking the boy out of his room. Unfortunately, Daichi had gotten a hold of the master key and was persistent in following Daiki around Yubari so there really was no escaping the 10-year-old boy other than taking a quick ride to Hinamori instead.

“The function of lower limit…” His words trace the text along with his eyes until an unfamiliar voice cuts through his concentration. Daiki glances over to the side to see the very same guy who threw the newspaper mere seconds ago now fixating his attention on him. The student blinks for a second or two, not entirely sure what to say or if he even heard him right. The guy looks like he’s almost at the brink of his patience for some reason. Yeah, the people here sure are weird.

The blond looks down at his textbook then at the activity sheet that he is supposed to be answering right now if it isn’t for the constant distractions life is providing him.

“Are you good at Math?” He decides to humor the guy, looking back at him. “Calculus, to be exact? Because if you want, you can do my homework for me.”

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Ja’far was bored. No. Bored wasn’t nearly descriptive enough.

As a child, Ja’far had never been taught to read or write. He hadn’t known his numbers or colours. He had been raised in violence; his only lessons being the fastest ways to kill a man, how not to be seen, how to exist in a life merely to end that of others. The moment his late adopted mother had taught him the basics of education; he had been hooked. A child reformed, Ja’far had become existent only for work. With more coffee than blood in his veins he had spent his life working. A willing slave to his country and king the adviser rarely took break, rarely slept.

Trades, taxes, imports, exports, treaties, refugees, agriculture reports, shipping policies. Everything and anything that it took to run a country Ja’far handled. Dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s of every scroll that made it’s way across his King’s desk  he had single-handedly run Sindria like a well oiled machine of sleepless nights and he did all of it with a smile on his face. …. At least he did as long as Sinbad kept his ass in his throne and a pen in his hand.

But here. Here there was nothing. The paperwork needed for Sinbad’s fishing company took less than an hour to complete a day. He was going crazy without something to keep him stimulated and occupied. The man was almost on the verge of begging anyone who passed by to let him file their taxes for them. Running on nothing but forced housework to fill his time the man was slowly going crazy and needed something, anything to occupy his brain; preferably with math.

In a petulant display that hadn’t surfaced since his childhood as a crass mouthed gutter child he threw the newspaper he’d been combing to the ground in what looked like the edge of a tantrum; not caring he was sitting in the middle of a public park

Turning his frustrated attention to the other bench beside his, his gaze quickly fell on not only the stranger sitting there, but to the University textbooks spread across his lap.

“At the risk of being completely out of line, you wouldn’t happen to need any help…. Would you?” 

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Daiki promptly draws his hand away the second he notices the girl finally stirring from her sleep. Although his expression begs the differ, he is quite taken aback by how the girl appears to hold no recollection regarding where she is. But then again, she just woke up so perhaps she still hasn’t fully processed the fact that she had fallen asleep on the bench. Getting a good look at her now, he couldn’t help but feel glad that he had not left her seeing how young she appears to be.

“You’re at the park. And I think you have a fever.” The stoic blond answers her question, hoping that would be enough to refresh her memory. He then fishes out his mobile phone and waves it a bit in the air.

“Should I call someone to pick you up?” 

Morgiana didn’t know where she was or how long she had been there. The last thing she remembered, she had left school early from the nurses office. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so sick, and the nurse had told her to go home.

All of a sudden, everything around her started to shake, or was it just her….? She struggled to open her eyes, everything taking more energy than before. Slowly, her eyes opened and turned her head to look up at the person standing in front of her.

“Hmm… Wh-where am I?”

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oh how terrible and horrible this day had been. it started off with a rough morning, first waking up late for breakfast with nagi. she had left the house without him thus leaving him alone and hungry. he didn’t have time to make his own, rushing off to library to spend the day with his nose pressed into a book. he was hopeful his day would turn around and something good would happen.

alas, that wasn’t the plan for him. he had accidentally toppled the books off the shelf, receiving an extremely stern lecture from the librarian. he wasn’t one to deal with public humiliation well, especially when he could feel everyone’s eyes on him. the back of his throat felt as if it was on fire and he couldn’t find any words to speak. he merely tilted his head down to avoid any sort of eye contact with her.

once she was finished he shuffled back toward the bookshelf to try to rearrange the disarray of books. he inhaled slowly, before exhaling deeply. it wasn’t until he heard the voice of someone else that he was brought out of his thoughts. ❛  hm…? ❜  his gaze travels to the other boy and he’s almost frantic to accept his generous offer. however, he nervously glances back toward the angry librarian.

❛  i created this mess.. i wouldn’t want you to have to help me with my own burden. ❜  he trails off, ❛  although it would help tremendously… ❜

“It’s not really that much of a problem.” Daiki insists and although he knows that he could just very well slip his books back into the shelf and leave this guy to go through his own wreckage, the blond technically doesn’t have anything else better to do. None of his friends are free to hang out somewhere and he’s not exactly in the mood to laze around in the mansion either.

He slides the books he had been using earlier into the shelf before proceeding on to help the stranger clean up the mess. Doing so has lead him to recall a certain brunette who’s just perfectly capable in being the epitome of clumsiness. He couldn’t even count the number of times he had to help her gather the pieces of the dilemmas she had constantly initiated.

Daiki glances back over his shoulder to see the librarian eyeing them, clearly unimpressed at how the guy is receiving help. He then turns to face the stranger who appears to be just as young as he is now that the blond has finally glanced at him.

“I guess you won’t be visiting this particular library for a while, huh?”

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This is certainly an odd sight to see. Normally, he’d mind his own business since he never liked getting involved in anything whatsoever but in this case, something is nagging him that he has to make an exception. He really shouldn’t just leave a girl here sleeping on the park bench by herself in the dead of the night. 

Damn, and all he ever wanted is to purchase some snacks from the convenience store then catch up on a certain TV show. 

“Oi.” He hesitantly reaches out to give the sleeping figure a gentle poke on the arm. However, the second his skin came into contact with hers, he realizes with a start that she’s burning up-- all the more reason for him not to leave her be. He tries to carefully nudge her again. “Hey miss, wake up.”

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‘Oh, there he is.’

Daiki is both surprised and relieved at how fast he had ended up finding his dog. He had feared that it will take him all day looking for the small pug, especially now that the sun is beginning to set. When his brother had informed him that the small critter had escaped the mansion, Daiki had remained calm although deep inside, he was already running in circles. But much to his surprise, his search only lasted for fifteen minutes before he caught sight of Daino looking very cozy on the pavement with a blond stranger seated by his side, petting his little head.

The college student wastes no time and lets his steps draw him close to the two. “Uh hi.” He raises his hand stiffly in awkward greeting. “That’s my dog there. So, uh, thanks for keeping him company. I should take him home now, if you don’t mind.”

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“Likewise.”

He couldn’t really see where this girl’s ego is even coming from but she’s certainly having too much of it. Surely there is not a single person here who could tolerate her attitude, is there? While he may not be the nicest person you’d encounter, he’s convinced that this girl is far worse than him. “You don’t have that many friends, do you?”

     ↪ “I-It should be! My opinion is highly regarded here on the island!” Severa said, fighting to ignore the way her cheeks flushed at being so rudely dismissed. Clearing her throat, the girl then tossed a pigtail over her shoulder, moving her hands to rest on her hips while she glared up at him. “I’m honestly surprised people waste their time on you. I can actually feel my intelligence dropping!”

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Does this guy seriously think I’d fall for that cheap trick? I’m finding it hard to believe that I’m even having this conversation right now.

“So... instead of spending your remaining hours with your friends and family, you opt to invest your time eating candies bought by a stranger. Glad to know you have your priorities set.” How old is this guy anyway? He’s never seen a grown man be so into sweets this much. “I don’t even know you.”

“No, no you don’t understand here Pal, I could very well die from this. You might have just fed me the chocolate that ends my life. You have my shitty blood on your hands, how does that feel? I almost think, you should buy me some more candy to make up for the fact that you just murdered me in cold blood” The thief nodded, folding his arms across his chest as he just stared down the stranger.

“Well, hop to it, I don’t have all day here, I have a death to have’

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‘Expiration’ isn’t even that big of a word. Honestly, the quirks of the people here... Daiki decides not to comment on it though because arguing over whether or not his vocabulary is ‘high class’ would be ridiculous and pointless on every level. Besides, it looks like arguing with this guy will just give him a great deal of stress.

“What?” He deadpans at the stranger’s next words. “No, I’m not gonna wait with you to see if you’ll shit your pants or not. I warned you about the candy bar and you still devoured it. That’s your fault.”

Well then.

“Why didn’t you just say that before? Do I look like some high class dandy who uses words like expiration? Rotten to big a word for you?” He asked, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, turning the now empty wrapper over to look at it though he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking for.

“Well it’s too late for that now, so I guess we just play the waiting game, if I shit my pants then you gave me bad candy and that’s on you pal”

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"Impressing you isn’t really something I’d prioritize.” Frankly, he doesn’t think he is worth touching but girls still do it anyway-- especially his classmates who believe it to be hilarious when they make him uncomfortable. And evidently, this woman right here is no exception. She may not be pissing him off by touching him but her words sure are driving him over the edge.

    ↪ “Right, and I suppose you think yourself to be someone worth touching?” The ginger scoffed, a clear roll of her eyes showing her disbelief. Severa didn’t care if she was being insensitive: kind words were never her thing. “Get over yourself, nerd. I don’t see girls lining up to put their hands all over you. I’m certainly not impressed!”

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He has never seen anyone eat a candy bar that fast in spite of his warning regarding its quality. Most people would normally ask if it’s really okay to have his snack but it seems like this guy has a serious case of sweet tooth. Nevertheless, Daiki really had no intention of eating it anymore anyway.

“I’m just saying that chocolate might have been rotten at this point...” 

“It doesn’t have a what?” He repeated, cocking a brow as he just reached for the candy bar, wasting no time in popping it into his mouth, not really having much to compare to as far as modern candy went; unable to taste the clearly off taste in the chocolate.

“Sorry you lost me, not sure what you’re taking about but I don’t think I ever met a candy I didn’t trust” 

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“They...” Great, how the hell is he supposed to answer that without coming off offensive? Then again, this woman isn’t really a candidate for Most Polite Person of the Year award. He’s not a misogynist but he’s neither a fan of women in general at all. “...they can be just too touchy most of the time.”

     ↪ “Yeah, serious horse plop! What’s so wrong with women, huh?” While she figured she’d tease the boy for it, it wasn’t like she hadn’t heard of such a phobia before. One of her parents’ comrades came to mind at the mention: but she had always thought it was a bit silly.

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Daiki is not one to litter. And if he's caught doing it, it's normally by accident. And in this case, it's most cerainly by accident. He turns around the second he hears someone making an attempt to get his attention and for a second, Daiki just stares at him blankly before looking over the stranger's shoulder to see that his canned soda didn't make it to the trash can when he had tossed it mere seconds ago.

"Ah." He makes a sound of dull comprehension, directing his gaze back to the bespectacled male. "Sorry. But you know, you could have just picked it up yourself and toss it into the trash. Is confronting strangers on the streets your thing?"

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Fushimi couldn’t believe people some times. He was just enjoying his day but of course someone had to ruin it. They had to litter right in front of him. Sure there were rules he broke and signs he paid no attention to but he didn’t litter. His clan back home made sure to keep the city clean. Even with the help of robots to clean up messes back home there were still things that they missed. Either way seeing this person litter made his eye twitch in anger. 

He stomps over towards them. “Hey! Are you going to pick that up or not?” he states in anger. 

Some people are just so despicable

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He's definitely getting used to strangers talking to him out of the blue in this city. Daiki looks down at the candy bar he has in his hand before looking back at the other male. "It tastes really weird though. It doesn't have an expiration date for some reason so I wouldn't trust it."

He still offers it to him anyway because whether this guy gets a stomachache or not would be the least of his worries.

“Look if you aren’t going to eat that, can I just have it?”

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Damn. Trust a girl to admit that he can’t stand any woman touching him, and he gets this response. “There’s nothing idiotic about it. It’s serious.”

      ↪ “Gods, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say, ever. And I hear a lot of idiotic things.”

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If he had known this girl would be so incompetent in something as basic as striding down the pavement, then he would have seriously avoided her at all costs. But apparently, evil fate is just always out to get him. It took a second or two for him to realize that it's the figure of a woman that crashed into him but the moment he did, the hue of his face flames up. Thankfully, the female stranger had pushed herself off of him as quickly as she could and he grunts at the aching pain that soon dawns in on his back as he sits up, still not finding the energy to get back on his feet yet.

He looks at the alarmed look on the girl's face and as much as he wants to walk away and avoid more contact with her, he knows that he should ask. "Are... Are you okay?"

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Misa was rather quick on her feet. She was trying to break in these new heels she got at the mall. She needed them to complete her outfit for an event hosted by her model agency. She decided to take longer routes to places in order for her to walk more to break them in.  Unfortunately though as she was walking her heel gets stuck in a crack and she trips onto someone she was passing by. Uncaring about the fact she practically falls on top of someone Misa frowns as she carefully pushes herself off of the. She was more concern about something else.

 “Oh no my shoes!”