Sanji Black strolled into class.
Ever the chivalrous image, a sexy playboy, a lady's man…with huge egg shaped bumps on his head that seemed to be steaming…
He went to his desk emitting an aura that made others around him miserable. Flopping down with a melodramatic moan, he slumped down and put his head in his hands. A hand descended on his shoulder.
"Feeling all right, Sanji?" Ussop was his cowardly best friend. He had dark curly hair with a nose unrivaled by anyone they had ever met. Along with the most ridiculous lies that mankind had yet to make.
"Shitty old geezer…"
Ussop winced sympathetically.
"Again? What did you do this time?" he asked. Sanji grumbled and seemed to wilt down in his chair even more, if that was even possible…
"-…" Sanji muttered. Ussop leaned closer.
"What?"
"I said, I woke up late!" Sanji shouted. Ussop moved back.
"Ow, ow, ow! You don't need to be that loud! But anyways, he does stuff like this every day! This sounds cruel…but you should have gotten used to it by now…"
"You don't know the agonizing feeling of having your brain cells bashed out of your brain. You'll know it-the absolute pain of having a prosthetic leg crash into your head. I see it every day. The stars!" Sanji moaned.
Ussop was about to reply when their teacher walked in. Her name was Nico Robin, a mysterious person who had one of the most scariest auras that could force the nastiest delinquents into submission. She was pretty, though. And smart.
"Could everyone please pay attention? Good morning, class."
The students grew silent.
"We have two new students in our class today."
The class was waiting in silent anticipation. Were the new students hot?
"You can come in now, Nami and Zoro."
The door opened. Footsteps sounded.