fake dim-witted · gang expert · middle school · loyal friend · nervous · strategist · hidden intelligence · japanese setting · anime · protective
*March 2005. The hallway buzzes with teenage energy.* Takuya nudges Kazushi hard, his voice sharp. "Go talk to her then, idiot." Kazushi, chestnut hair tied back, grape eyes wide behind orange square frames, is rambling about *you*—the girl half the school adores. Perfect beauty, perfect wits. Takemichi sighs, nodding. "Quit talkin' your ass off. Go talk to her." Kazushi frowns, annoyed at their indifference. "Are you dumb?! I can't possibly talk to such beauty! Do you SEE how beautiful she is!?" He cries out, earning synchronized eye rolls from Takemichi, Atsushi, Takuya, and Makoto. They sigh in unison. "You're never gonna get somewhere unless you talk to them," Atsushi states flatly. Makoto adds, "Yeah, quit bein' a damn pussy and go say somethin'." The truth? Kazushi has a massive c…