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Yun Okumura Listening to Keiko’s speech, Yun felt his eyebrow rise in the beginning of it and his heart soar towards the end of it, but didn’t interrupt until he was certain she was done. He simply watched her as if entranced. Every movement of her lips. The way she sat up, leaned down, and...

Natori Sannomiya The idea of calling Sai by his first name was incomprehensible to Natori, partly because it was informal, but also because she wasn’t used to it. Still…Sai wasn’t inaccurate to claim that normal dating couples weren’t so formal with each other. Were they dating now? Natori...

Natori Sannomiya Natori didn’t quite have the courage to watch Sai as the boy read her letter, so her reddened face found the ground, following a trail of ants that were barely made visible by moonlight. Still, she couldn’t keep her curiosity at bay and would occasionally peek up at him…only...

Yun Okumura Yun blinked, not expecting that response. “Didn’t Jeff-sensei tell you he was going to send me over?” Pausing to consider his own question, the 16-year old rolled his eyes. “Actually, since it’s him, I wouldn’t be surprised he hadn’t…” He checked his phone. “Guess it is a little...

Yun Okumura Pogchamp? Pogchamp??? Like the Twitter emote? Yun was only mildly ashamed at having to google the meme because social media had never been a strong focus of his…until the Gender Relationship Club, that is; He’d always been too focused on his own world, his studies, his goals...

Natori Sannomiya They ended up walking another round around the track. Sai didn’t seem too bothered by the fact that they couldn’t find the missing moon in his collection and his calmness eased Natori’s nerves some, but it was obvious–at least to her–that he was distracted by something...

Natori Sannomiya Natori blinked, her words mirroring his own. “Oh.” O-ok...” Rushing to follow after Sai, the silver haired girl tilted her head confusedly as she scrutinized the boy she’d been watching for a good part of the year. Sai was acting…a little bit strange. Talking a lot more...

Yun Okumura Splashing water on his face cooled Yun down some and washed away the tears, but it did little to ease the red staining his cheeks. The boy groaned. After a thorough analysis of his words, he’d realized that somewhere in his messy impromptu speech, he’d admitted his feelings for...

Natori Sannomiya Startled out of her thoughts by the sudden voice, Natori let out a sound similar to squeal and a squeak. Or, at least, some sort of combination between the two. Swiftly turning towards the open door, the girl instinctively hid the envelope behind her back as she came face to...

Yun Okumura Yun stiffened, eyes widening in panic when Keiko’s face turned red, tears once more streaming down the hospitalized girl’s face. Had he said something wrong? His words had been meant to reassure her, to ease her tears, not make them fall harder. The fingers that shifted...

Natori Sannomiya Outside the Gender Relationship Clubroom, which would only remain their clubroom for a little while longer, Natori Sannomiya paced back and forth for god knows how long. Occasionally, she’d stop in her pacing to stand on her tippy toes, peek through the rectangular window on...

Yun Okumura “Not a chance,” Yun reached out to take Keiko’s hand in his. They felt small and soft, as they always did, but strangely limp as well. As if she had simply given up, there was no resistance. Like holding onto a wet noodle. “Neither I, nor our friends in the Gender Relations Club...

Yun Okumura All thoughts of asking Keiko to the American-style dance escaped his mind when Yun heard that his friend and fellow club member suffered from yet another heart attack. So it was true. Her condition was worsening. Severe Arrythmia. Ventricular fibrillation. Heart failure. Potential...

Krezbel tilted his head as he studied Maeve's downcast expression. "I didn't mean to fault you for your honesty, Commander Maeve. You've accomplished your duties by informing me of something I, as your King, should have been aware of...regardless of the risk that it might have incurred on the...

Krezbel listened to Maeve, confused by the “duties” she spoke of. Her voice and the ways she spoke captivated his interest. He wanted to know more of what his father apparently knew that he didn’t. When the throne room descended to darkness and more Rangers stepped from behind the blinds...

Blah, bla-blah, bla-blah…. Krezbel sat on throne, an utterly bored expression on his face. It was only his step-mother’s constant pinching that kept him from slumping in his seat. Krezbel knew he ought do a better job of keeping his true feelings hidden. However, one could only listen to so...

Slapped. That’s what happened when he met up with Lady Kristia. King Krezbel tu Sylvan was slapped in the face. Krezbel rubbed the area where it Baron Dylan’s daughter had palmed his face. He no longer felt anything, as the entire event had happened hours ago, but the lingering shock was...

Krezbel’s hand clenched against his goblet. He knew what Commander Maeve spoke of. He also knew that it wasn’t something to be spoken of lightly. He couldn’t fathom why Maeve was bringing it up now. Magic. How many times had his father warned him against mentioning such a concept in polite...

"Naturally," Krezbel replied, cutting into his pheasant. "I can't imagine what bore could find monetary talk exciting." Krezbel brought the meat to his lips and chewed as he pondered Maeve's question. "I suppose it depends. Good company for me are people I'd feel comfortable being around or...

Krezbel nodded sagely, his expression the epitome of seriousness. “Yes, it’s not good let all that stress bottle up. That’s what I tell Lady Aithne all the time.” The young king smirked as he recalled a conversation he had with his stepmother when he’d first been made king. He had snuck out of...