Tuesday December 13 - 5:30 - Student council room
((CALLING STUDENTS! - Miyavi, Okita, and Amane))
The nylon of his pants swished as Ichiro headed down the hall. It was a uniform Ichiro loved to wear, the blue and white wind suit and clean white sneakers. He had been a good mood ever since he had tennis practice the game always did that for him. He couldn't imagine never being able to play tennis it was something he was going to ensure in his future, he secretly dreamt of going professional.
Reaching the room at last Ichiro entered and turned on the lights. He moved around the tables lined up in the middle room and reached his desk. He dropped his gym bag on the floor and sat his racket bag on the desk. He had to set up the student council room once more for detention and it was never easy work. Ichiro unzipped his jacket and added to his desk before going back to the long tables and preparing to move them.
He pushed the tables in the room along the wall only keeping his desk up front. He placed a single chair facing his desk, this would be for Ito. The girls could set at a chair by the moved table for all he cared.
"Not good enough." he decided as he went to side storage room, not the little one he liked to lock Yosuke in but the big one that actually stored stuff. There was a mobile chalkboard and he wheeled it out behind his desk in perfect view of the chair in front of him.
Now he was ready and time was just about up, all he had to do was wait. He took a seat in his chair and rested his elbows on the table. Interlacing his fingers in front of face and resting his chin on his thumbs he stared straight ahead in an intimidating fashion.
((Last paragraph, think Gendo from Evangelion with the eyeglass glare and everything the comparison just came to me.))
The nylon of his pants swished as Ichiro headed down the hall. It was a uniform Ichiro loved to wear, the blue and white wind suit and clean white sneakers. He had been a good mood ever since he had tennis practice the game always did that for him. He couldn't imagine never being able to play tennis it was something he was going to ensure in his future, he secretly dreamt of going professional.
Reaching the room at last Ichiro entered and turned on the lights. He moved around the tables lined up in the middle room and reached his desk. He dropped his gym bag on the floor and sat his racket bag on the desk. He had to set up the student council room once more for detention and it was never easy work. Ichiro unzipped his jacket and added to his desk before going back to the long tables and preparing to move them.
He pushed the tables in the room along the wall only keeping his desk up front. He placed a single chair facing his desk, this would be for Ito. The girls could set at a chair by the moved table for all he cared.
"Not good enough." he decided as he went to side storage room, not the little one he liked to lock Yosuke in but the big one that actually stored stuff. There was a mobile chalkboard and he wheeled it out behind his desk in perfect view of the chair in front of him.
Now he was ready and time was just about up, all he had to do was wait. He took a seat in his chair and rested his elbows on the table. Interlacing his fingers in front of face and resting his chin on his thumbs he stared straight ahead in an intimidating fashion.
((Last paragraph, think Gendo from Evangelion with the eyeglass glare and everything the comparison just came to me.))