Can we go back to fun stuff? Too much heavyness recently lol.
This is kinda gonna be snippets and slice of life. There won't really be much of a story. Just eccentricities.
You know I love my boi.
Rock Howard was falling asleep.
He was sitting in the back of an auditorium style lecture hall, and the calculus professor was droning about limits. The exam was four weeks away, and nobody was paying any attention. It was the beginning of the spring semester and the weather was becoming hot and musky. Beams of soft afternoon sunlight shone through the windows. Rock rested his cheek on his notebook and closed his eyes.
"Psst. Oy Rocky."
Rock felt the back of a pen poke into his shoulder. The pen clicked and the spring squeaked. He ignored it. If he pretended to be asleep, Adam would give up and leave him alone. He probably found something interesting online or something. Whatever it was, it could wait. Nap first.
"Rocky… Hey! It's your boss! Holy shit I think he's wearing booty shorts."
"Mmm… ok… "
The professor had stopped droning and was angrily shrilling at somebody. She was a frail, petite woman who was exceedingly proud of being British. She turned her microphone all the way up and squeaked protests. A man's intolerably loud voice overpowered the speakers and drowned out whatever Ms. Blackwell was saying. Wait… one one person sounds like tha- oh god.
"You brute! You simply cannot burst into a venerable teaching institution like this and-"
"HOWAAARD!"
Rock snapped to attention, nearly jumping out of his seat. He knew that voice all too well. He had endured countless hours of Iori Yagami going insane about how his guitar was slightly off tune, or he was slightly off beat, or he whatever millions of other nit-picky things the psycho cared about. When Rock first filled the vacant guitarist position on Iori's band, he had gone in with the expectation of dealing with the man's eccentricities. He had not anticipated him being such a slavedriver.
"Yup. Booty shorts."
Adam nodded knowingly. Rock rubbed the sleep from his eyes and instinctively scrambled to his feet. Before he realized what he was doing, he found himself standing awkwardly at the top of the auditorium. Iori had walked to the center of the room, ignoring the teacher entirely. He stood in front of three hundred students dressed in skin tight gym clothes, compression shorts, and toting three suitcases. He was wearing sunglasses indoors. One month ago, It would've been the stupidest thing Rock had ever seen anyone wear, but now, and outfit looked positively pedestrian.
"Howard! Let's go. Australia."
"What?!"
Rock exclaimed his shock. He squinted incredulously at the red-haired man. Iori had never bothered him at school before, besides for the occasional call. Usually he only called when drunk, or on pain meds. It looked like his arm had finally healed, so no more of that nonsense. Thank god.
"I said, Australia! We're going to Australia. Now! Get moving!"
There was muttering in the crowd. Eyes flickered from him to the rockstar who stood on the lecture floor. News that he had joined one of the world's most famous bands had spread like wildfire. Naturally in a university of nearly twenty thousand, some still doubted him… Guess that won't be a problem anymore…
"I have school! I'm not on break yet!"
"Yeah, but I'm paying all expenses and I need a guitarist. Four weeks. We'll hit Sydney, Hong Kong, Japan, whatever. Athena has it figured out. You can go back to class afterwards. Plane flies in two hours. Come on."
"Wait! Yagami!"
He had already turned on his heel and strut out the door.
So, Yalls know I hate OCs. The rest of Yag's band are actually OCs, so they're not coming.
Expect shenanigans lul