Sometimes I like puzzling with texts like this. Hopefully it gives some people some feels about the characters that eventually became Team Seven.
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Underneath the Underneath
Bucket in hand, paint on his cheek
Running away from the few people that seek
The foolish blond loser with a grin on his face
Letting everyone join his silly chase
So that just for a little while
It's not a forced smile
Hands folded in front of his nose
Ignoring fawning girls drawn to his pose
The gloomy air 'round a dark-haired brooding jerk
In whose thoughts, vengeful emotions lurk
Desperately hiding dreams of
Wanting his brother's love
Fretting in front of the mirror
A second mind, wishes to be more
An annoying voice from a naïve big 'Forehead'
Potential buried by girly stuff instead
Rivalry made this silly goal
While self-doubt takes its toll
On his way, with his dear book
Dodging those giving him a pointed look
A giggle from the masked porn-reading pervert
Seemingly lazy, yet always on alert
His mind clouded with grief
That does not seem to leave
He told them: "Underneath, the underneath"
That these words could not leave
With his first advice so prudent
The minds of any future student
During their long trying journey ahead
In which their hopes are met
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