a/n; /casually starts another series./
Originally, I wasn't going to accept OCs simply because I lacked the confidence to perceive them well enough, but seeing everyone's wonderful stories and OCs themselves, I've decided to give it a shot! It would add for a lot more drama, and it would make reading the story a lot more interesting if your character was in it, right? More info will be at the bottom, please read the prologue.
Horikoshi Academy;
A heightened academy known for its supreme elite status among the other varying schools in Japan. The inhabitants who are lucky enough to study there either have extreme wealth, or exceptional talent within any field. You had to be the best of the best to attend, one fatal error could cause a scholarship to crumble into dust and flutter away in the wind along with your heart.
The beads of sweat collecting uncomfortably on your forehead brought you back to the realization that you were standing outside the intricate gates to the academy, uniform strangely enough in tact, and today was your first day...you were too anxious! A crowd of students huddled together in smaller groups rushed past you at the gates, strolling along the stone pathways and onto the campus they'd been attending to.
You finally got the recognition, and credibility you deserved for your predominant swimming skills, except, the only problem was that you attained the attention of the academy curtly after the start of the year. Which only meant you'd be a late transfer student without a witnessed background from anyone, and your nerves jerked around awkwardly when you thought about treading in there when you indubitably knew no one.
Fingers stopped their quivering motion as you sought out the dauntless, and fiery confidence within you; a prideful step being taken forward, and the second your foot landed onto campus ground, your fate was sealed...whether you like it or not.
It was generally easy to navigate through the expansive grounds, having a brochure resting in your free hand, and you found yourself already using your discerning eye to spot out the pool area, along with the other notorious sites that held your interest; the soccer field, the library, science lab. In comparison to your old school, this place was simply a paradise while your school was a trash can.
As you strolled through the place, searching high and low to memorize the place, a pair of steady brown orbs glinted with gaiety as their gaze stayed riveted on you from the sidelines. The male behind those gorgeous eyes could only force down the urge to leer lasciviously as your springful step bounced out of their line of vision. "You've finally come...[Full Name]."
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"Achoo! ... Hm, I wonder if Mama or Papa are speaking about me right now?" you mused to yourself after letting out a bellowing sneeze; goodness, where did that come from? Shrugging it off the moment the loud, penetrating ring of the school bell went off, you jerked your shoulder upwards in shock as you rushed off to your beginning classes.
Standard education occupied the first half of the day, while the second half after lunch focused primarily on your designated activity you wanted to pursue; in your case, you wanted to be a swimmer - improve your swimming, you'd take that. If someone chose soccer, they'd divert the rest of their school hours by doing that. Simple, simple, simple.
Of course clubs after school were optional, you had a premium selection to weave through if you opted to spend leisure time participating in one. You had no current plans on attending one, nothing caught your eye as of yet...plus why would anyone want to stay at the academy longer than needed? You preferred to spend your hours either in the water(alone, if it was for fun), studying, or something else: like the internet. Although there was a languid-paced swim club, despite swimming freestyle, you favored doing it competitively if there would be others with you there.
Shoving those thoughts at the back of your head, you speedily careened yourself through the hallways, and to your allocated classroom on the second floor: 2-C. Your pace finally slowed down as you entered the classroom, eyes adverting from the heated stares you received upon striding in. Your nerves came back to curl between anxiousness and flushing embarrassment as you fumbled to the front of the class, and swallowed thickly to erase the dryness lurking in your throat.
"I'm [Full Name]! And I swim—" "Very nice. Please have a seat."
So stingy!
Shoulders involuntarily shooting up in even more shock before recoiling into a slump at a quick velocity, you made your way to an available seat and proudly took your place there, adjacent to a female with dark blue hair with the ends curling upwards and straight bangs covering the space on her forehead. Noticing your stare, she returned it by craning her head curiously to the side, allowing you to get a glimpse of her entire face; whoa...she's cute...! "First day, huh?" she exclaimed, blue orbs gleaming sympathetically.
You nodded in affirmation, cleansing out all confusion in the girl. "I'm Sorano Aoi. This school isn't as tough as it may seem, well, except you have to look out for the—"
"Sorano, [Last Name]. Is there a problem?"
"N-No, sensei!" the two of you chimed in unison, visible traces of sweat circulating on the surface of your skin, and the teacher gave a skeptical look at the both of you before returning their attention back to the board once they were assured there would be no more distractions between you two. The only thing nagging your mind was what you had to look out for...what could it be?
If only you knew by the end of second class time, after you vigorously swam lap upon lap in the school pool to demonstrate your fine, and honed talents...you would find out.
School uniform back to hugging your frame perfectly, you strode out back onto the outside grounds, mind occupied by the thought of how utterly uneventful this first day was; aren't shoujo heroines suppose to come across a dazzling student or teacher and they'd embark together a strange mission before the final accomplishments of sparkling love were embedded in their chests?
A bitter laugh flowed past your lips, no way that'll ever happen. You're just an ordinary student who happened to come get some recognized talent in swimming, nothing more, nothing less. "[Full Name]?" — strangely enough, it sounded like someone called your name. — "[Full Name]."
Coming to a sharp halt in your steps, you spun on your heel and turned around, espying two males who indirectly looked about the same age as you, if not older; One had curved fiery orange hair flamed upwards like horns, and round, beady green eyes, while the other had an odd shade of lavender tresses along with quirky glasses. "Who are you?" you dumbly asked, jabbing a finger in their direction.
"Minaho Kazuto, Historian of the Council." The orange-haired one came forward a step, slender fingers curled around the tip of his chin with an amused grin plastered on his face.
"Manabe Jinichirou, Treasurer of the Council." Four-eyes introduced himself curtly, having a much more serious edge than Minaho, and certainly not scrutinizing you down like the other was as well. He pushed up his glasses before adding, "You're wanted at the Council room."
It was only your first day here and you're already being harassed to go somewhere, paperwork was already filled out, and it's not like you did something horrible today! "Why? I want to go home though—"
"No can do. Orders are absolute," Minaho countered; those marble eyes narrowing before looking over at Manabe to get clarification on their next move, and once they both nodded their heads at each other, they tactfully reached over and claimed their dexterous hands to grab hold of your arm, one each.
"E-Eh? You can't do this...what are you doooiiiiinnnnngggg?!" you enunciated the last part with an orotund voice, it coming out as a pathetic mess of bellowing confusion as they promptly began to drag you away to this so called 'council room'.
Some school girls still lingering around glanced over you with concerned expressions;
"Poor girl." "She should've just left with them when they told her."
Two pairs of forceful hands pushed you into the aforementioned council room, and caused you to stumble forward awkwardly, having not been able to have a proper grasp of footing for the past bit as they tugged you all the way here. "Oi, are you okay?" a different voice inquired, it was throaty and blunt as wood. You lifted your [e/c] optics and met plum-colored ones.
Nodding your head, you straightened yourself out and gained the ability to focus again. "Y-Yeah. Just caught by surprise," you surmised, although that was hardly the case...Honestly, what kind of people drag a young woman halfway across campus?!
"You're [Full Name], right? President was talking about you," he scratched behind his head, fingers tangled in his snowy-white hair, getting the indication briskly that you were the one the Council sought after. "I'm Ibuki. Ibuki Munemasa. I hold the current position of Social Chairperson," he divulged not-so-secretly, a hand was then outstretched for you to take.
Hesitantly, you did so; just why were you here? Where was this so called President, and why were you needed here? As if your thoughts were heard, someone spun around in their chair in front of the room, causing all heads to fall upon them. "Minaho, Manabe. Good job bringing her here, our new Secretary!"
Minaho and Manabe both had a prideful gleam in their eyes, features calmly lit up by the praise they received.
"Whaaaat?!" you let out an exasperated gasp, displaying your patent distress and confusion. This male with strangely attractive, stern brown orbs, and a mess of equally chocolate brown hair along with three tresses dyed a lavish shade of blue could only laugh at your obliviousness. "I don't want to be the Secretary!" you added, amounting to your claim.
"As President of the Council, Matatagi Hayato, you can't go against me. Besides, it's not like you had any other activities in mind, right?" Matatagi dictated, a smirk ghosting over his features, and curving those ample lips upwards slightly, barely noticeable to the naked eye. For you, there was no escape. He knew that well, but were you really that stubborn?
Shaking your head, you took a step forward, wanting to pursue him into agreeing to let you roam free, let him know that there's no way you'd keep up with this. "B-But..!" there goes that strong-will of yours, what the heck are thinking? Stuttering like that?
"Not buts. There's no one more suited for this role than you, and I won't stand for not to step to plate." There was an injection of deliberate cruelty in his voice, and the smirk he worked so hard to keep hidden finally showed itself to you; chills rippled your spine as he finally stood up from his seat, hands slamming on the desk and temporarily jarring you.
Matatagi Hayato, President, was certainly the devil! (You said you wanted some dazzling prince to come your way, but those horns and tail...aren't something a prince should have!)
a/n; Yosh, finished the prologue!
The love interests are; (OOC!Dark Side)Matatagi Hayato, ~surprise~, Minaho Kazuto, Manabe Jinichirou, and Ibuki Munemasa. A Student Council Harem, basically...
If there's anything you're confused about, regarding the school itself, or anything else, don't be hesitant to ask! I'll be glad to clear, or clarify anything. :)
Concerning OCs themselves, there's a couple of definite roles I would like to be filled; Girl/Boy with a crush on Matatagi, Manabe's EX, and I want a couple of people from the Reader's old school(whether it be a best friend, or people that hate her, etc.). Asides from that, I don't have anything planned! Since Student Councils deal with generally all the problems among the students, I could simply dedicate a chapter to your character or another having a problem. I have some ideas, but I also don't; so it's also okay if you want to suggest something. ww I'm just having fun right now. c;
If you'd like to submit an OC, or two; please PM me, or leave a review and I'll send you the form!
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