2026-07-23: Too Familiar
- Log: Too Familiar
- Cast: Kazusa Motojima, Shinichi Nagisa
- Where: Shujin Academy - Classroom Building
- OOC Date: July 23, 2026
- IC Date: Friday, December 14, 2012
- Summary:: Kazusa has been doing her best to avoid Shinichi's Homunculus. Unfortunately, he's determined to catch up with her, because he thinks he knows what she's really like, and what she really wants. (Spoilers: he doesn't.)
- Content Warning: Misogyny, Attempted Sexual Assault
(|=================== Shujin Academy - Classroom Building ====================|)
-==================================================== Tokyo/Aoyama-Itchome ====-
Shujin Academy is split between its main classroom building, which faces the
back streets of Aoyama-Itchome, and its practice building out back. The
classroom building is a grim concrete building with sleek glass doors, three
stories tall, with classrooms for the third years on the ground floor, second
years on the second, and first years on the top. The faculty office is on the
second, and the student council room and the library on the third. Vending
machines dot the hallways here and there, and the bathrooms are kept clean. Its
front gates are wrought iron with a circular design, and a stylized clock on the
eastern wall informs students just how late they are.
The foyer is lined with glass cases proudly displaying trophies earned by its
top students, and just past them is the school store, though the yakisoba bread
there is almost always sold out. Billboards across the school announce various
articles and notices of interest. Past there, the walls are gray and white, the
floors are wooden, student lockers line the walls, and the sliding classroom
doors sport diamond windows. The classrooms themselves are rather more sober,
with simple desks and chairs for the students and a taller desk at front before
the chalkboard for the teacher. The windows to the outside seem simple, and even
have yellow curtains that can be pulled shut, but are lined in a diamond pattern
to prevent shattering. We wouldn't want our students to escape, now would we?
There is a fenced-in roof, but the door to it displays a sign stating students
aren't allowed. Despite this, it isn't locked, so nothing stops anyone from
hanging out there anyway--at least, not until they get caught. Oddly, there's
also several small planters there too for growing flowers and vegetables.
<Pose Tracker> Kazusa Motojima has posed.
A new Homunculus. Kazusa tried to endure the supernatural sense of wrongness that came from sitting behind a Homunculus in class all day. It made her skin crawl, but she tried to keep up that bored, disinterested mask of the Demon Queen while in class. She hated relying on it, but maybe it could protect her.
She still wasn't exactly sure what had happened between Shinichi and Kanae, but... something about Kanae's failure to describe it fully filled her with unease.
Luckily, cramming for finals was a great excuse to get of there. When the final bell rang Kazusa scooped up her notebook into her bag and walked determinedly straight forward, her attention focused on the exit and away from the Homunculus.
Unfortunately, she couldn't turn towards the school exist. With a quiet mutter she headed for the practice building instead. "... can't believe I have to do this..."
She checked her phone as she powerwalked through the halls. Okay, if she hurried she could still still make her train to Akihabara.
She stepped into the club room, setting her back down as she began to look for the missing item. "I swear those first years are going to get it when I see them next.."
She's too busy sorting through the equipment to notice much else, for the moment.
<Pose Tracker> Shinichi Nagisa has posed.
Shinichi Nagisa has- it feels like, done a one-eighty, this past week and a half. His popularity on the rise after he not only told off known bully, Isabeau Fontaine, and made her apologize to the girls Tennis Club.
But also forced his way back on the Lacrosse Team. They didn't want him back on at first, but after he challenged them to a 'tryout' and dominated... their faculty advisor overrode the Team Captain.
Now, at the end of another day...
He catches a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye.
"Stand... Bow." The whole class does so in turn, with their Class Representative.
-=-=-
Kazusa enters the Club Room, distracted by her phone. And then, there's a familiar sense of wrongness.
Prisonic Fairy Tale - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dk-3uAkcPXQ
"What's the rush, Motojima-chan?" Came a voice, next to the door. A tall, handsome boy, leaning against the door frame in a languid pose.
There's no way he got down here this quickly without running, and yet he's as calm and relaxed as anything.
And blocking the one exit.
"The way you ran out of there before I'd even ended our day. It's almost like you're avoiding me."
He grins, and there's the normal amount of teeth of course, why wouldn't there be?
<Pose Tracker> Kazusa Motojima has posed.
Kazusa can't help but keep an ear out for school gossip. She'd had a brief moment of wondering what made Shinichi quit the lacrosse team... but now is certainly not the time to ask.
But that's the furthest thing from her mind at the moment.
'What's the rush, Motojima-chan?'
Kazusa startles, fumbling with a club before snatching it out of the air and whirling around. She knew who it would be before she even turned, but she still looks by reflex. "N-- Nagisa-san." How the heck did he get here that fast?! She tries to school her face into that cold, impersonal mask, her tone sharp. "You're being far too familiar."
But her fingers are club a little too tightly though.
"Hmph. I had to fix a mistake my kouhais made. And then I have studying to do, so I don't have a lot of time to talk."
Her heart is still racing, and she doesn't dare look away to go back to her work.
<Pose Tracker> Shinichi Nagisa has posed.
"Am I?" He chuckles, before taking back on that wolfish grin. Only offering a question to her statement.
"I get it. That kinda thing happens all the time. You're taking responsibility, like any good senpai."
And yet, he's not moving, despite her explanation.
"No need to stop on my account, though." The flesh puppet of a High School boy says with a sort of casual ease.
"I don't mind watching you do your thing-"
As he then adds with an even more casual, yet somehow more threatening air.
"-babe."
<Pose Tracker> Kazusa Motojima has posed.
'Am I?' "You are." Kazusa tries to keep her voice firm and steady. She doesn't feel steady, though. This is how she would have acted before, right? So it should be safe?
"... right. Taking responsibility. So, I don't really have time to talk to you."
Please let this work, she thinks.
And he isn't mving. Can she insist without giving herself away? She's all too aware of what might happen if she lets on that she knows what he is--or what might happen to someone else.
"Whatever. Just don't get in my way." Will being dismissive work? Kazusa turns back to the equipment, though she's turned just enough to keep Shinichi in her peripheral vision--
'-babe.'
Kazusa freezes, and an unwanted heat forces its way into her cheeks. The anger, at least, is (unfortunately) all too easy to grasp as she whirls back around. "Excuse you?"
<Pose Tracker> Shinichi Nagisa has posed.
'Excuse you?'
The moment Kazusa whirls back around, Shinichi has crossed the gap between them, despite her attempt to keep him in their peripheral vision.
A hand darts past her, slamming into the locker behind her, as the smile disappears on his face.
Ashes and Ghost - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hQ0-9Iy6I4
"Let's cut the tsundere bullshit already." He says, both threatening and sensual at once. "I thought you hated my ass. But then- you did that whole nice girl act. Acted like you couldn't wait to take me home to meet your Dad."
He leans even closer. "Then you tried to take it back. But I get it. Girls like you- they're too shy to be honest about things."
His face angles, and suddenly it's split by shadow, his eyes having an ever so subtle glow to them, that one might imagine they're the shine of a predator's eyes, in the dark.
"You wanna play hard to get?"
A beat.
"Well. I've got you." He grins wolfishly again, "And now... you don't have to say anything at all."
<Pose Tracker> Kazusa Motojima has posed.
Kazusa recoils at Shinichi's sudden closeness, her throat tightening in shock. "Wh--"
The slamming of that hand makes her flinch and she goes stock still. She tries to tighten her jaw, but her eyes are a little bit too wide and cautious, her breathing a little bit too hard.
Tsundere bullshit. Is that what she's been doing?! "I--" She doesn't know what to follow that up with.
'that whole nice girl act'
That damned Homunculus. Kazusa can remember that conversation with sickening clarity now.
She hates this. And she doesn't know how to respond.
What should she do?
She feels sick to her stomach. And it's not just from that awful, nauseating feeling of the Homunculus' Resonance, which she definitely can't let on that she notices.
"I wasn't..." Ther'es no way she could explain. "... playing hard to get. Please, just..."
<Pose Tracker> Shinichi Nagisa has posed.
The way she begins to plead with him. There's a moment where the predatory smile just smooths out into something a little more human. After all, the monster has to play the part of a teenage boy.
His hand moves up to cup her chin, holding her gaze with his own. "Shh shh... It's okay." He murmurs quietly, "See? Look at how soft you can be, when it's for the right guy."
As he releases his grip, and instead slides the back of his hand across her cheek, like he's soothing a skittish animal by being gentle.
"It's real cute, actually. Everyone else sees the 'Demon Queen'..."
Before he then offers, with an almost affectionate tone, "... and I see the girl who doesn't get to show this side of her to anyone. Isn't that something?"
As he leans in subtly closer, like he's waiting for the right moment to cross that distance between her face and his-
"I'm honored, really, to see the girl who just wants what every girl wants..."
-if she doesn't figure out a way to get away, fast.
<Pose Tracker> Kazusa Motojima has posed.
Shinichi might see her as turning soft, but Kazusa doesn't feel soft. She feels tense. A tension that exacerabates all of the slowly accumulated aches and pains of rhythmic gymnastics practice.
She tries to pull her chin away from Shinichi's hand, feeling her stomach roil at the contact. What can she say to that that won't be jmisinterpreted?
Or worse, make him angry.
But then comes the gentle touch, that very much doesn't sooth her. She tries to turn her head away. "D-don't--"
The cruel thing is how almost right he is--there is a part of herself she doesn't get to show that often...
But the Homunculus wasn't it.
She leans back, her eyes flicking over to that entrance. Her mind races.
"Matsuo-san!" she suddenly snaps, looking at the door. "I need to talk to you!" She's pouring every bit of disapproval and sterness she can into that.
And a little bit of fear and desperation.
<Pose Tracker> Shinichi Nagisa has posed.
'D-don't--'
"Shhhhh. I know what you really want... you don't have to pretend."
Then- she leans back and-
-he leans in-
'Matsuo-san!' His eyes screw up in confusion, then irritation and frustration as he turns around. "Hey- this isn't a show. Wait outside until we're-"
There's nobody there.
"..."
His eyes linger on that spot by the door, then glance around further, as if he's trying to figure out what happened here.
Giving Kazusa an opportunity there, but only probably a few seconds.
<Pose Tracker> Kazusa Motojima has posed.
She doesn't want this. Not in the slightest. For so, so many reasons.
Some of which shje is only just barely beginning to understand about herself.
But she calls out to empty air--
And Shinichi looks.
Heart pounding in her chest she flings the club she had been holding to the side, on the same side Shinichi's arm is planted against the wall.
And then she runs the other way, trying to duck around him as she beats it for the door, snatching her bag as she goes.
<Pose Tracker> Shinichi Nagisa has posed.
He does look, which is why when the club is flung, it strikes his arm, then deflects to his head due to the angle of his arm. The first hit is extremely painful.
The second just is distracting.
"The F-" He reels, hand fumbling at his face, as Kazusa darts out, starting to run. "Fucking- BITCH!" He shouts, as he finally comprehends what's happening.
But he realizes he can't run after her. If someone sees, then she'll be seen as some kind of a victim- rather than him.
Inhaling through his nostrils, he pounds the hand of his hurting arm into the locker, so hard that it actually dents it.
That his hand hurts too? Well whatever, he can take the pain.
Pain is proof that he is Shinichi Nagisa.
"Fine. You wanna be this way?" He says, rasping a breath, "Just means I gotta show you the way things are."
After all, a girl who takes and takes from everyone around her and doesn't give anything back-
-A leech, on his good will-
-On the good will of men everywhere-
-might as well just be...
And despite it all, there's a smile that's a little manic on his face, as he leaves the room, grinning like a fool.
<Pose Tracker> Kazusa Motojima has posed.
Kazusa didn't mean to hit Shinichi in the head, but she was panicked, and flustered, and trying to act in a hurry.
This will make more problems later. But Kazusa can't see the problem of right now.
But she has her opening and runs. And she keeps running until she gets to an area where there are other people around, and then...
Finds someplace to slump against a wall and let out a shuddering, choked sob. She's shaking, her heart is still racing as she hugs herself.
She can still feel the hand grabbing her chin and it makes her sick.
After a moment she forces herself to keep moving to the shoe locker.
The sooner she can get away from Shujin the better.