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Suko turned in a slow, overdramatic fashion. Their eyes widened as they "first recognized" Koda and a grin spread over their face. "Planeteyes!" they gasped. "You came to save me from Majoka Jerkika!"
"'Save' indeed," Hisoka muttered. "I may have stabbed them if you had not conveniently entered and my pliars had not made their way halfway across the table."
"Hisoka's being a jerk again," Suko informed Koda. The insipid grin was still on their face. "So! Gave up your athletic-stuffy for lil' old me? Nice and flattering~ just like you, Planet-Eyes! Hehe~" Their fingers stroked their chin mockingly.
The grin wouldn't go away.
Hisoka's hand twitched towards the pliars.
Hisoka Yamanaku
"Stabby stabby is good." Suko stuck their tongue out at Koda, that insufferable grin thankfully gone. "Suko likes stabby. You like stabby too, right?"
"Right." Hisoka's eye twitched. "Are you not here to help?"
"Oh right! Planeteyes, we gotta make darts."
They followed us then.
Hisoka Yamanaku
Hisoka raised an eyebrow at her perplexed expression. "Indeed. We are preparing for the activity Suko and Maji are to host. If you would like to help, I could 'show you the ropes'." He waited.
He didn't wait long. Suko burst out laughing. "Seriously? 'Show you the ropes'?" They clutched at their sides. "Is this- pffht- the 19- phhhhhhhfft, freaking 30s?"
Suko was annoying. Suko was very annoying.
He hoped Maji agreed, because this was one aspect he might divorce someone over. No one could love Suko. No one.
Especially knowing what he did...
The embarassment flamed into anger. Yes, that was right. No one knew- no one knew or suspected a thing. They all just thought-
"Anyway, wanna help with 'rope-making' Planeteyes?" Suko grinned at her. It didn't reach their eyes. "If we work together, we can kick Hisoka's ass? Good reason, right?"
Suzume Fujimori's POV
She grimaced. Punish them all, again. Because of her.
Had anyone held it against her?
No, there was nothing for them to know. She hadn't known either. Clearly, she hadn't known what she was talking about.
That girl was insane, clearly insane. The way she laughed, the way she smiled, the empty look in her eyes, her sadistic words... clearly she'd just been trying to mess with my mind.
That had been all there was to it. Nothing had happened. There was nothing to freak out over, nothing to be ashamed of...
Suzume took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. She had to get these chairs. And then...
And then what?
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Hisoka Yamanaku
"Idiots," Hisoka muttered. "It's not a race." But he watched with fond amusement at Suko threw their arms around Koda.
"Yessah! I knew I could count on you, Planeteyes! Hisoka never stood a chance with you around!"
Oh? Hisoka cocked an eyebrow. When they put it that way...
Then let it be a race.
Keiki snorted. "Well- I got bored of Niwato, or tomato-face. They weren't so original, y'know? That's how I came up with...Niwaface. So original, right? You're Niwa, I hope- and you have a face!" They smiled.
"Where's my nickname Niwa?" They pouted. "You know I love you but I can't without a cute nickname..."
"Pretty please? I want a cool nickname like Niwaface as well-" Keiki sighed. "Like...Keikiface! So adorable-"
"Please Niwaface? I'll sacrifice my pancakes to you....or write poetry about said pancakes being sacrificed-...no? I'll give you a kiss if you do, Niwa?" They winked.
Niwa Atsushi
With each word, Niwa's face grew redder. "E-Eh? A nickname? I guess... I could think of one." The idea had never occurred to him. Keiki was Keiki- that was always how he viewed them. But if it would make Keiki happy, then he could always come up with something. Keiki being happy was important.
He thought for a minute.
"Saviour? Since you like... saved my cold lonely heart?" He chuckled nervously. "Ah, that's not right- we need something more personal... Like, about you."
But nothing was coming to mind. "Maybe- just give me a bit. We can work on our poetry in the meantime and I'll think about it for a while, okay?"
Niwa Atsushi
[Timeskip]
Keiko sat next to Niwa by a desk. Niwa sorted through papers, pondering the question Keiki had bestowed upon him. A nickname?
It just wasn't his thing. He knew his brother had liked coming up with them. But they were all so personal. He couldn't slide one onto Keiki like that. It'd feel like a lie.
"Every idea I have feels dishonest," he admitted. "I-" he hesitated. "Maybe we can just use classic poetry," he quickly covered up. "We can explain techniques and crap. And get our visitors to write their own, based off the subject matter."
He dared a glance at Keiki. "What do you think?"
Suzume Fujimori's POV
"Well, I guess that's all the chairs set up. Thank you for helping me, Megami." She shuffled her feet awkwardly. Just don't think of it, just don't think of it... "Should we go check how the other activities are progressing?" she offered.
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Hisoka Yamanaku
He sacrificed quality for speed. Look, who cared how scuffed the metal was? Or the excess shaved off? They were the same weight and that was all that mattered. He got one done quickly, fitted it up, and placed it in his growing pile.
Suko's eyes were gradually growing wider with both wonder and terror.
"Koda!" They hissed. "We gotta hurry!"
Hisoka Yamanaku
Maji was watching him. Hisoka was sure of it. Even if the mask didn't move an inch, he felt the heavy eyes on his face. He felt them running down the trickle of sweat on his neck. He felt them catch on his own eyes, focused on his work.
He worked faster.
Halfway though one, he accidentally nicked his thumb. Hissing, he thrust it in his mouth- and paused. Wait, did I actually just put my finger in my mouth, like a half-weaned toddler? In front of Maji?
This game was getting to him, he swore. He withdrew it and got back to work, feeling like the eyes were heavier than ever on him.
Hisoka Yamanaku
"Yes. If we take into account that each student will need a minimum of three darts, we can reach 33 in total. The one who reaches 17 will win." Hisoka drew the pliars up, straightening the metal. "I'm about ten in. Maji?"
"We're three in, thanks for asking," Suko grumbled.
Hisoka did his best to hide his triumphant grin beneath his arm, but Suko saw it anyway. They scowled at him.