Author's Notes: Hey Everyone! Welcome back to the Flaccid-Accid experience! First off, I wanna thank everyone over at Reddit for their support, as well as here. I specifically want to thank p_serulata and Nervous-Bonus over at Reddit. They constantly reply on my posts announcing new chapters, and they both give me feedback from time to time. I also wanted to thank cupnholder and EmtenDew on Wattpad. Their FanFics were the first ones I read and inspired me to start writing my own. Now here I am, with five (I'd like to say they're decent at least) FanFics, and possibly more to come.
Another thing I want to adress is that in this Fic, Nagatoro will need glasses. However, she instead prefers to wear contact lenses.
With all this said, Enjoy the Premiere Chapter!
It was late winter, yet it was still warm outside. The sound of birds flying above the school could be heard alongside two consistent footsteps.
'Up these stairs, turn right. It should be right there.' A young boy thought to himself as he wandered the school, looking for the library.
At said library, a small clique of girls were hanging out, talking to eachother about boys, their friends and other random gossip. That was until the door opened, calling everyone's attention as they turned towards the door.
A boy, seemingly older than them, stood in front of the door. Upon seeing the girls, a slight blush formed on his face as he walked towards the edge of the room. The girls eventually got back to eachother as they continued to talk.
The young boy was Naoto Hachioji, a second-year at Kazehaya High-School, and somewhat of a loner. The boy had spent his entire life by himself, devoting himself to his drawings and his own thoughts. It was the way he did things, and it was the way he liked it.
The boy reached for his bag, taking out some noted with sketches on them. 'Sketches of what?' You might ask. Well, they were sketches of a Manga he was drawing.
The boy held onto his pen with a strong grip, tapping it against the table as the girls next to him continued blabbering. The sound of their voice screeching against his ears disturbed him. But he wasn't going to let that stop him from drawing.
Naoto began to continue his sketches, the pen gently brushing agains the paper as it drew a nice picture. Suddenly, one of the girls spoke up. "Hey. Can you get me that book over there?" The girl said to her friend, who then nodded.
Naoto looked behind himself, seeing the book they were referring to. He tried not to mind them, simply continuing to sketch. Despite that, the girl getting closer to him ended up making him slightly more nervous, causing him to jitter.
The girl eventually stood in right behind him as she looked at the shelf, before grabbing the book. As the girl turned around, she accidentally smacked over Naoto's bag alongside its contents.
The young boy panicked, before quickly reacting. He hurriedly picked up most of the sketches as they were slithering out of his bag, putting them on the table and turning them to the blank side. However, it was too late. The girl had already gotten some of the sketches.
The girl looked at the sketches. It featured a young swordsman fighting alongside a beautiful warrior. "Girls, check this out!" She said as she handed the papers to the others.
"Oh my God! This is so bad!"
"I'LL PROTECT YOU! HAHAHA!"
"Did you seriously draw this yourself?"
The boy gulped at the embarrassment, simply trying his best to ignore them. However, the girls continued to laugh, and his embarrassment slowly grew into annoyment. They had already laughed at his art, but now they weren't even bothering to give it back.
"W-When you're done laughing, can you please give those back? I-I need to work on them." The boy stuttered, trying his best to ask for his things back without being too offensive.
"Whatever you say, man. We had our fun anyways. Let's go!" One of the girls said as she dropped the paper onto the table. The rest of the girls followed along except for one of them.
She had long, black hair which she adjusted with pins on her right side, and was also considerably shorter than the others. "Aren't you coming?" The orange-haired girl asked. "No. You go ahead."
The other girl simply shrugged as they made their way out of the room, letting their black-haired friend know where they were heading.
Naoto was about to reach for his notes in frustration before the girl spoke out. "You're a Second-Year, right?" Naoto looked at the girl, a hint of red on his face. "Uh- Yeah."
The young girl's face formed into a sadistic smile. "That means you're my Senpai!"
The boy had to endure a long monologue as she mocked his sketches, most of them being about the young swordsman and the beautiful warrior lady at his side.
"So, this Siegfried swordsman. Is he your self-insert or something?" The girl asked, her mischievous grin still on her face. Naoto gulped in response. "What is that even supposed to mean?"
"Projecting yourself into a young swordsman who meets a beautiful warrior as they slowly begin to understand eachother more with every battle, their bond growing closer every day." The girl pointed at the drawing of the swordsman. "And if I look real close I can definetly see the resemblance between you and poor old Siegfried."
Naoto sighed. While she was being extremely weird, she wasn't exactly wrong. While not on purpose, Naoto definetly wrote a bit of his own personality into the character.
The young girl laughed. "I mean- I've got nothing against your self-insert manga, but what do you think about this scene?" She asked, pointing on a page.
After a recent battle, the warrior woman wielded her sword in arms, looking away from the boy. "I live only to be in the battlefield! I've long abandoned being a woman?"
The young swordsman brushes her hair from behind. "But you're a beautiful young woman, and you're enchanting to me." The woman replies with a blush on her face.
The young girl began to laugh her ass off, much to Naotos dismay. He was starting to get tired of everyone mocking his drawings. Suddenly, the girl snickered. "Hmm."
She stood up from her seat. "Alright! Let's give it a try and act it out!" Naoto's mind was filled with a mix of flusteredness and confusion. What the hell was going on with this girl, and why was she acting so weird?
The girl reached out with her fist. "I've never used a sword before, so I'll just do this!" She said before she started throwing punches blindly into the air. The girl continued to swing at nothing before ending it with a flip-kick. Naoto had to admit he was impressed by the woman's acrobatic skills, fluttering him a bit more.
She then proceeded to repeat the warrior's line. "I live only to be in the battlefield! I've long abandoned being a woman!"
The young girl looked behind her towards him, seemingly expecting him to act out his part. The boy gulped. Was she really expecting him to do this with no sort of preparation?
The boy was hating every moment of this. He felt so humiliated with the lack of control over the situation as the girl seemingly mocked him. Maybe if he went along with her for a while, she'd leave. Or at least tone it down.
Naoto gulped, before extending his hand towards her hair. 'Embarassing! Embarassing! This is too humiliating for me!' The boy said, his hand instinctively reaching up into the air. His current feelings of embarrassment prevented him from going trough with it.
The girl turned towards him. "I knew it! I knew that's how it'd go! Someone like you could never pull off such a slick move!" Naoto scoffed as the girl approached him.
"Only good looking men could pull this off!" She pointed back at the paper. At this point, his feeling of humiliation was slowly being diminished. Now, he was simply feeling slightly passed. He had done nothing to deserve the mean words of this random girl. "I-I get it. Cut it out already." The boy spoke.
"There's no way! I knew a virgin-looking pervert like you could never do this! It's almost pitiful!"
"I said I get it! Cut it out already!" Naoto said, hoping that if he was louder, she'd get off his back. The girl simply chuckled. "No way, Senpai! I can't let you off the hook when you're being this gross!"
"What do you care anyways! Do you have a problem with my drawings? O-Or me?!" The boy spoke in a louder tone. The girl backed off a bit, retaining her grin however. "I just kinda think you're being pretty creepy, Senpai."
"What's it to you? You have no reason to keep nagging me! It's almost like you're looking for an excuse to mess with me!" He replied.
The girl stopped for a minute. She wasn't expecting him to ask such an outright question, and she definetly didn't know what to reply with as her face flared up a little on her cheeks. After a while, she finally gave out a reply. "It's just that you're so gross! It's entertaining!"
Naoto sighed. Was this girl honestly just torturing him for her own amusement? That was until he looked at her face. A blush. A slight blush had formed on her face the second he asked that question.
Why was she blushing? And why specifically when he asked why she wants to talk with him. Naoto wasn't an expert at romance, but even he could connect those two points togheter, assuming that him asking why she was talking to him made her flustered.
Naoto's head flashed back to a promise he had made himself two years ago. Ever since the day he was brutally humiliated by a girl he liked, the boy had sworn not to be a sandbag for anyone. He'd let petty and worthless comments pass by, as he didn't consider them important enough for him to care.
But the moment someone started to drag it out or took it too far, the boy would take control of the situation by any means possible. Ever since he had made that promise to himself, he had mentally strengthened himself. He had never cried ever since, and any and all situations where he stepped in ended with him at the top, having bested his foe in whatever way it took.
At this point, the young girl had already crossed the threshold of annoying him, and he had decided to beat her down a notch or two. Give her some of her own medicine, as they'd say. "Are you sure it's because of that? Because something tells me otherwise." The boy looked the girl straight in the eyes.
He was still nervous from how she'd respond to his weird advance, his face still flustered. The girls blush grew a bit redder. "Y-Yeah! Why else would I?"
"I mean. Given the fact that you tried to get me to replicate my very own scene tells me you have anterior motives, especially when you think about what the scene entailed." He responded. The girl didn't know how to react, her face flushing even more.
Naoto had realized that it was his chance. If he played his cards right, she'd be in the same position he was on a minute ago and he'd be in control of the situation. "It's almost like you want something from me. Dont tell me. Do you want me to pay you attention? If that's it, then there's no need to annoy me to get it."
With every second, the Boys confidence grew as the girl's face only got redder. The blush on his face turned less visible as a slight grin formed on his face. He has to admit he was enjoying this feeling.
"I-I don't want your attention! I just thought you were creepy! That's all!" The girl said. "Anyways! I have to go, you creepy Senpai! Bye!" The girl said as she turned around and ran out from the library, seemingly being overwhelmed with his sudden switch in personalities.
Naoto looked as she ran out, giving himself a proud pat in the back. For now, he had gotten her to leave him alone. The boy picked up his sketches as he continued to draw.
The boy knew that the girl would probably come back eventually. Either to settle things or to simply fuck with him. However, he was ready. From today, he could already deduct what kind of person she was, and he'd do all he could to prepare.
From now on, he'd never be the one with the short end of the stick. He'd be in control, and he would humble every single attempt she made at teasing him.