I wrote this after I realized that I hadn't read any stories about the weebs at Yamaku (besides that one fic where the guy had a fedora and was missing all of his limbs, I don't think anyone will ever top that one though.)
It's not very good, but it's been sat on my hard drive for a while so I may as well post it. Enjoy if you want to.
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Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to be the 'new guy'. I've never swapped schools midway through a term or moved away from my hometown or parents. I never made any childhood promises to anyone... I'm the most boring character there could be. Maybe I should go overseas for university. Then I could be the main character for once...
“...It's a pretty good listen if you turn the lights off before you hit play.” Yasu's words begins to reach my ears as I drift back from my daydream.
“Have I gotta' smoke a whole bunch of weed too?” I smirk. I really have no clue what he's talking about, but I know his soft spots well enough to hit where it counts.
“I told you a million times! I don't-”
“Woah, hold on.” I interrupt, throwing one arm up in front of my walking partner. Less that a second later, the living blur that is the track team star explodes from the school building and rushes past us at mach seven.
“Fuck, she almost got us that time.” Yasu chuckles before the teacher that's chasing after Emi passes by. I'd say she's only going mach two, no chance she's catching up.
“Language!” She calls over her shoulder as she makes her way towards the track, attempting in earnest to keep up with the fastest thing on no legs while wearing a pencil skirt and high heels. Yasu and I share a chuckle before continuing our way towards the dorms.
“Do you think Ryou will be around today?” My head tilts backwards as I speak. Cloud watching has been a habit I'd picked up well before I landed myself at Yamaku.
“Fuck no, he's nowhere near nerdy enough to turn up to a second session of D&D.”
“Yeah, you might be right... We'll just end up reading manga again, won't we?”
“I've got stuff to do.” Yasu grins as he pats his pocket
A short journey later and we're at the weeb cavern, the room that you'd need a passport, driving license and a folder full of signed documents to get into. I raise my arm and knock it against the door heavily, hopefully alerting the dwellee. Two more loud punches to the door and it swings open, revealing a rather sleep deprived, dishevelled K.
“What? What?” He swings his head from side to side, almost dislodging the thick glasses from his nose.
“Afternoon, K.” I chuckle as I push past him and inside his room, Yasu not far behind me, also offering a greeting.
“Fuck! What time is it?” He spins on his heels, slamming the door in one smooth motion. At least I'd consider it smooth if he were wearing more than pyjamas right now.
“Like five fifteen. You missed all your classes.”
“Dammit, fuck, fuck.” He hisses as he slides back into his desk chair, one of his monitors is displaying some visual novel, while the other just has large slabs of text. Most likely a walk-through, knowing K. Within moments, we slip into our usual routine. Myself and Yasu sit at the low table in the centre of the room and read manga or play video games while K just sits at his PC, spouting his opinion every now and again.
With the brand new manga pulled from my bag and placed on the desk, my eyes begin to wander the pages. As per usual, though, nothing here looks interesting, even the mangas I'd been following. Instead I let my eyes wander the room. I think K got even more posters of his waifus in here since last time, I can barely see the walls. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if there were more posters under the posters in places.
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“Who's turn it is?” K breaks the silence, causing me to jump slightly. I tuned out a little there.
“I think It's mr.main character's turn...” Yasu sighs a defeated death rattle as he places the small gaming console onto the table with a thud, his eyebrows are almost meeting in the middle with the scowl he's wearing. Must be a really hard level to get him this riled up.
“Fuck you." I return his barb with a classic. "The usuals?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
“Of course.”
The choir of irritated voices confirm my suspicions. It'll just be some orange juice and a coke then. I slide myself from under the table and close the magazine without saving my page, not like I was reading it any way.
“Oh, and take Ryou's dice. He left em.” K spins on his chair, holding a small plastic box that rattles slightly as he comes to a stop.
“I don't think he ever wants to see those dice again.” I chuckle.
“Yeah, but if he
does and gets the student council to barge in here...” He trails off as he begins to think about the consequences of the mess that is K's room and what the two lonely council members would think about it.
“Well, whatever, sure.” I palm the box and K has returned to his novel mere seconds later. After making sure I have enough change, I make my way outside, down the hallway and towards our usual vending machine. Not many people know about this one since It's hidden under the stairs, so we've pretty much got our own vending machine. Though, it doesn't get re-filled all that often.
A6, D3, F9. The usual. Three cans clatter from the machine and eventually find themselves in my arms and being carried back towards the K's room. Or the 'control center' as he's been trying to get us to call it.
My mind once again returns to the 'main character' Idea. What if I
am the main character and I've just got stuck with the shitty writers? Or maybe-
I freeze in place as I notice somebody other than K, Yasu or Ryou is planted square in front of the door. That paper thin door that could possibly have the worlds largest porn collection behind it.
Fuck, I think It might be Shizune, too. Man, K really
Is fucked this time. I step over, calling out would be pointless anyway, that blue hair means it has to be Shizune. A couple steps later and I reach the door and the debt collector / loan shark stood just in front of it.
Sorry Kenji.
I reach out with my free hand and place it on her shoulder as lightly as I can. Surprisingly, she spins around. Pretty fast too. Oh fuck-
Her knees buckle from under her and she falls. My reflexes kick in and I attempt to hold her up, but the only thing I really changed was the resting position she landed in. She's out cold, and this is definitely not Shizune. The rest of my senses kick in and the hallway rushes back to me. All the cans that were stowed under my arm are now scattered haphazardly, as well as various sheets of paper.
D&D sheets?
Forget that, this is not a situation where I should be reading her fucking stats. I carefully step over her and thump the door as hard as I can.
"Guys, it's me. Call the nurses." I half shout. Of course nobody answers, dickheads. Luckily, the door opposite K's opens up a second later, and a guy with shaggy brown hair steps out.
"Woah, you guys okay?"
"I think you should call the nurses." I notice my crouched position. Why was I crouching?
Was I trying to hide subconsciously?
"R-right, one second." He slides back into his room, presumably to grab his phone. In the meantime, I place the girl up against the wall while doing my best not to grope her. Rape charges on top of whatever the fuck just happened wouldn't be too cheery for either of us I think. I don't think you're meant to move people, but that fall wasn't too bad, right? Shit, did I fuck it up?
"W-uh, ahh?" Her eyelids flicker open independently just as K's neighbor returns.
"Hey there, you okay? We're getting the nurses now." I stay crouched. It's probably better to be at eye level if she's waking up from a stroke or something.
I guess? The shaggy haired guy is connected quickly and begins explaining the situation. Apparently he's got no clue who this girl is either, great.
"Aghh." She sighs in frustration as her bootup sequence seems to finish. She raises a balled fist to her head and rubs it slightly before lifting her head up towards us. "O-oh!"
"You okay?" I repeat, I have no clue if what I said before got through.
"Y-yeah, I'm alright." She continues to rub that spot on her head with her hand. The neighbor figure snaps his phone shut and announces that the nurses should be here soon and to leave her sitting down. At least I didn't fuck up her spine when I moved her.
Not a moment later, the nurse arrives at the top of the stairs, a slight gleen of sweat shining from his forehead. A short check of her eyes with a flashlight later and she's being carted off to the nurses' office. Neighbor boy returns to his room with an awkward goodbye and I'm left to pick up the cans that have been scattered around the ground since I got up here. Oh, and that girl's sheets are all here too.
"Sdiir Farsnow?" I chuckle. I've had my fair share of bad D&D names...
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"God, that's so fucking nerdy, suzu."
"Shut up! It's embarrassing!"
"Yeah, I bet it is."
"You're insufferable, Miki."
