Ishimaru sat as straight as he could in the hardbacked chair in the headmaster's office, staring straight ahead, hands clenched into fists at his side.
Oowada, of course, was slumped down, arms crossed, foot tapping restlessly. He thought that this was a colossal waste of time – just stick the both of them in detention and be done with it. They didn't need to have this stupid discussion with the headmaster, they could just have Ikusaba write up a detention slip for a few days. Easy as that.
But, of course, like the little bitch he was, Ishimaru wouldn't accept that. It was like he didn't get that he'd broken a rule and not going to detention made him a hypocrite. Now they were going to have to sit here for a hell of a long time and listen to a lecture on top of detention. Total fucking bullshit.
Although Ishimaru's reaction was making this almost worth it. The kid was almost crying – how old was he? And crying over a detention? You'd think he was six.
The headmaster entered the office then, striding quickly and confidently over to his desk. He sat down, fingers laced, and looked at them.
"They told me that the two of you were fighting," he said. Ishimaru opened his mouth, then closed it again, swallowing. The headmaster switched his gaze exclusively to the hall monitor. "I assume it was self-defense?"
"Technically," Ishimaru mumbled. Oowada scowled.
"That's bullshit and you know it," he snapped. "You coulda just pushed past me and picked up those goddam books, but instead you decided to hit me. Your fault."
"If you wouldn't be such a delinquent, we wouldn't have this problem!" Ishimaru said, glaring straight at him. Oowada had to admit, as irritating and lame as the hall monitor was, his glare, with those bright red eyes, was kind of disturbing.
Jin Kirigiri cleared his throat and Ishimaru's attention went straight back to him.
"I apologize," he said, staring straight at the dark wood of the desk. "I- I must be sick. No, there is no excuse for my actions. I-"
"Stop," Oowada said. His scowl deepened. "Just stick us in detention for a week and call it good. It's what he would've done if it was anyone else, but he made such a scene that those two idiots had to bring us here."
"I cannot have detention on Tuesdays and Wednesdays," Ishimaru said, voice barely a whisper. "Ikusaba-kun is busy then. I need to watch over detention on those days."
"There are only two Disciplinary Committee members?" Jin Kirigiri said. Ishimaru nodded. Oowada snorted.
"'Course there are only two of 'em. Nobody else gives a shit," he said. "Just this dumbass and his military girlfriend. That's all there is."
"I have asked more," Ishimaru said. "Fujisaki-kun seemed slightly interested, but…"
Oowada shook his head. "Fujisaki's just polite," he said.
"Then we'll have Oowada join the Disciplinary Committee," Jin Kirigiri decided, leaning forward.
Oowada's and Ishimaru's "What?" was loud enough to hear throughout the entire school.
"He'll ruin everything!" Ishimaru said. "He- he-"
"I don't wanna be stuck with some loser like him," Oowada said, aware of how childlike he sounded. "Especially doing some sort of fucking disciplinary shit."
"It's that or detention, Ishimaru," Jin Kirigiri said. "Which would you rather?"
Ishimaru's jaw tightened.
"Detention goes on your permanent record, which, I believe would be spotless before now. Are you sure you want to give that up?"
"Oowada-kun can be on the Disciplinary Committee," Ishimaru said, after a brief pause. Oowada sighed.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he said. "You take his side, and now I'm stuck with him for God-knows-how-long. Jesus Christ. I woulda taken that week of detention like that, and I don't even know what him and the girl do!"
"I'll leave that for him to explain," Jin Kirigiri said. "The two of you may leave."
As soon as they were out of the headmaster's office, Ishimaru turned to Oowada. "Every morning, sans Sunday, we meet at six-thirty in our meeting room. I suppose I should show you that as well – also, you may want to help me wake up other students around seven. I will sort out a schedule so that you can watch over your fair share of detentions. Ah, and I will have to get you your own booklet of detention slips –"
"Shut the fuck up," Oowada snapped, stalking away. Ishimaru hurried after him.
"Oowada-kun, I don't like this any more than you do, but we need to make the best of this!" he said. He managed to snag Oowada's sleeve and began pulling him away from the dorms and toward club rooms. "You aren't acquainted with Ikusaba-kun either, are you? We have much to do!"
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Ishimaru paused and looked back at him. "Of course not. You are the last person I would choose to join the Disciplinary Committee. You're rude, and inattentive, and you don't think about anyone but yourself. I doubt you've had to take responsibility for anything in your life."
"You're full of shit," Oowada said. "What do you know about real responsibility?"
"School is a very real responsibility!" Ishimaru protested. "Our future relies on how we do in school, and as well as being responsible for myself, I choose to be responsible for the rest of you by being the head of the Disciplinary Committee and tutoring students once a week. A tutoring session which you, by the way, interrupted."
"Oh," Oowada said. "That why Asahina left in such a hurry?"
"Yes," Ishimaru said. "I was teaching her to divide polynomials. But that's not the point! The point is, I have homework to attend to and you still do not have your detention booklet!"
Oowada rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he muttered. "Just get me the stupid thing so I can go do something productive."
"I highly doubt anything you'd be doing would be more productive than this," Ishimaru said. He pulled Oowada into a rather small, cramped room with a whiteboard on one wall, the days of the week listed on one side, two names on the other. He grabbed a whiteboard marker from the table and wrote 'Mondo Oowada, Super High School Level Gang Leader' underneath Ikusaba's name and title. On the other side, he looked at the days of the week.
"I shall figure out the schedule later," he decided. "Frankly, I don't trust you with watching over detentions."
"Just give me the damn booklet so I can leave," Oowada said. Ishimaru nodded.
"Oh, of course- just over here," Ishimaru said, pulling a small booklet of detention slips out of a file cabinet. He walked over and slapped the booklet into Oowada's hand. "Use it wisely."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Oowada said, rolling his eyes.
every so often there'll be an Oowada chapter just to shake things up. but probably not often, because Ishimaru is way easier to write.