Ichigo's eyebrow twitched violently. All day when he arrived in school, he's encountered the same chagrin over and over: idiotic trends. He should get used to coming to some new stupid trend happening at his school; heck, he could say that he did integrate stupid trends to his academic routine. Did he not survive the whole "boo-ha-ha-ha" signature laughter brought on by the "great" Don Kanonji? Did he not pass through the week of creature hats and the sounds the wearers made to imitate what animal they wore? And just yesterday, did he NOT hold his head high despite being scolded for not going bold and wear the red pleated skirts with the pink breast cancer ribbon embroidered on the folds? (It wasn't that he didn't support the movement behind the act- he has two little sisters and a father with man-boobs for Pete's sake- it was wearing something so girly and frilly for him.) So whatever new stupid craze comes his way at his, he can take care of himself!
Well, that was until today, as Ichigo stood at the entrance of his fifth-period class, arms crossed, forehead vein throbbing in annoyance, and his eyebrow twitching madly. Coming into school earlier today, he was already approached by his classmates showing him the newest craze, sly smirks on their faces telling him that this will indefinitely piss him the frig off. So here he was, just waiting, absolutely wishing that one more person comes to him and do that unspeakably stupid thing. He just needs a reason to punch someone, and that someone can come up to him and-
"Hey, Ichigoooooooo!" Keigo cheered as he jumped from the other side of the classroom to where Ichigo stood. "Guess what day it is today, dearest pal?"
"Heh, what day is it, dearest pal Keigo?" Ichigo said, already cracking his knuckles and feeling a satisfied smirk creep on his face.
" It's Friday, Friday! Gotta get down on Friday! Yeah!"
*WHOOP-POW!*