♠ Your name: Alma ♠ # of submission: 1 ♠ Title of submission: The TCG school for colorful birds ♠ Characters: Mikan-tan, Kou-kun, Aoi-sama, Gin-sensei ♠ Word count: 1,279 ♠ Theme used: Dating sim -- Hatoful boyfriend style! ♠ Author notes: Inspired by Hatoful boyfriend. A dating sim where everyone but Mikan-tan is a bird! ♠ The body of the fic: Most days at the TCG school for colorful birds are actually pretty normal! You might think that being the only human in a school full of birds would mean my life is weird and full of action, but for the most part, everyone's just trying to work hard and do well. Sometimes being a different species can cause misunderstandings, but I try not to take it personally.
My name is Mikan, and I'm a freshman at this school. We have fun events throughout the year, and the fall fair is right around the corner. I wonder if Tobi-han is going to organize the cake walk this year! I hear it's the best part of the fair. He always manages to get his wings on the best cakes, and it makes me wonder if he secretly loves to bake. It's way too expensive to buy so many cakes for one evening, right?
"Mikan-tan, are you listening to me?"
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Kou-kun's chirp. I lean down in his direction and smile apologetically. We're standing right outside the school gates, and for the life of me, I can't remember what's worrying Kou-kun in the first place. Kou-kun is a domestic canary, and he's been my best friend ever since elementary school. He's a little self-conscious because he's not as big or flashy as some of our peers, but I think he's very cute!
"Ah, sorry Kou-kun, I drifted off for a second. What is it that's on your mind?"
Kou-kun's feathers ruffle a bit. "I forgot to groom this morning! I was asking you if I looked okay."
I look over Kou-kun's feathers thoughtfully. Truthfully, there's a piece of gum stuck to his back. My mind weighs the options of what to do next. Should I...
> Lie and tell him he looks great? > Laugh at him? > Politely remove it as best I can?
As funny as he looks, I know it'd hurt his feelings if I laughed at him. He's pretty sensitive! And he'd never forgive me if I lied to him and let him look silly to everyone. So, with a smile, I reach over and pick the gum off his back. Thankfully it's not too stuck on him.
"There," I say, patting his head. "Now you're perfect."
He blushes in response, and I mentally high-five myself. We hurry into the school grounds and make a run for it, rushing through the door of homeroom right as the bell goes off. Saved!
I must have gotten a workout running towards the school, though, because it's incredibly difficult to stay awake during first period. It doesn't help that I sit right near a window, and the outside world looks so much more appealing than whatever history lecture Aoi-sama is giving at the moment. Not that Aoi-sama isn't interesting himself, but I'm just not interested in hearing about the civil war of 2061 right now. I yawn and lay my head down on my desk, closing my eyes. Relaxing my eyes for a few seconds won't hurt anything, right?
Wrong. The next thing I know, Aoi-sama's ruler is smacking across my desk, and I jolt up in surprise. Did I seriously fall asleep?!
Oh no, Aoi-sama looks aaaaaangry. Aoi-sama is a rather large and intimidating blue warbler, and when he's angry, his feathers seem to puff up so much that he looks like a porcupine. Actually, that's a pretty funny thought! It makes me smile, and that certainly doesn't do anything for Aoi-sama's sour mood. I wonder if he thinks I'm not taking him seriously.
It's too bad Aoi-sama is such a grump, because he's pretty handsome. He says things during class sometimes that make me suspect he's really a softie deep down (like when he gushes about his favorite former president, Arthur Bluejay), but right now, he looks like he's going to commit murder.
"What's my policy on sleeping during class, everybirdie?" He asks, sauntering back over to the blackboard.
No one answers, and my classmates avoid making eye contact. It's probably the best course of action, because as far as I know, Aoi-sama's never made an official policy regarding sleeping in his class...
"You better have a good reason for choosing to get some shut-eye instead of learning about war rations, Mika-tan," Aoi-sama grumbles, tapping his foot impatiently.
I know I have to say something. If I don't, I risk being written up and sent to the principal's office, and the last thing I want to do is try to explain myself to a falcon. His eyes can stare into my soul, I swear... I stammer as I try to come up with something. Why was I sleeping?
> Is it because his lecture is so boring it lulled me to sleep? > Or maybe because I can't help it... I'm sick! Is that a fever I feel building up? > Huh, maybe I wasn't sleeping. I could have just been in deep philosophical thought, taking in everything Aoi-sama was teaching.
"I don't feel so well, sir. I thought I'd just rest my head a little cause it's throbbing super hard. Can I go to the doctor's office?" I ask. It's an awful lie, but probably the most believable.
Almost immediately, Aoi-sama's face softens. "Oh. I see. Yes, of course, Mika-tan. I hope you feel better soon."
I can't believe the lie actually worked. Plus, now I get to visit Gin-sensei. With a shy smile, I get up, coughing a few times before gathering my things and making my way out the door.
Gin-sensei is a chikadee, and he's never seen without his trusty lab coat and glasses. He's used to be visiting him a lot-- I do actually tend to get sick pretty often. It's probably because my immune system is so different from everyone else's.
I knock on his door before entering slowly, and my eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets when I peek inside.
"Gin-sensei?!"
Gin-sensei barely looks up from the concoction he's making. Or rather, he can't look up, because it's smoking so much it's made a thick fog throughout the entire room.
"Oh, hello, Mika-tan! You're just in time to try the delicious drink I just invented!" He picks up the beaker, shoving it in my direction, and looking at me with hopeful eyes.
I look at the beaker warily. I've had bad luck with Gin-sensei's creations before. They're not always meant to be edible, but they're always a risk to try out. I hesitate before responding. What should I say?
> "No way! Last time I tried something you made I couldn't poop for weeks!" > "Sure, I'll try it if you give me a sick note and let me go home." > "Am I gonna die?"
"Sure, I'll try it if you give me a sick note and let me go home," I say, returning the stare with an equally hopeful one of my own. He lights up and gives me a thumbs up.
"Deal! But you should really stop playing hooky so much, you know," he sighs, patting my shoulder.
"I will... Bottoms up!"
My fate is in his hands, and I quickly knock back the beaker's contents. Immediately, my eyes widen.
Wow, this is actually... good. Really good. "This is amazing, Gin-sensei," I marvel, tilting the beaker so I can catch every last drop.
Gin-sensei puts his hands on his hips proudly.
"The secret's in the freshly gathered earthworm."
Suddenly, my stomach flips, face turning green. Without a second thought, I rush out the door, making a beeline for the bathroom.
FIC
♠ # of submission: 1
♠ Title of submission: The TCG school for colorful birds
♠ Characters: Mikan-tan, Kou-kun, Aoi-sama, Gin-sensei
♠ Word count: 1,279
♠ Theme used: Dating sim -- Hatoful boyfriend style!
♠ Author notes: Inspired by Hatoful boyfriend. A dating sim where everyone but Mikan-tan is a bird!
♠ The body of the fic:
Most days at the TCG school for colorful birds are actually pretty normal! You might think that being the only human in a school full of birds would mean my life is weird and full of action, but for the most part, everyone's just trying to work hard and do well. Sometimes being a different species can cause misunderstandings, but I try not to take it personally.
My name is Mikan, and I'm a freshman at this school. We have fun events throughout the year, and the fall fair is right around the corner. I wonder if Tobi-han is going to organize the cake walk this year! I hear it's the best part of the fair. He always manages to get his wings on the best cakes, and it makes me wonder if he secretly loves to bake. It's way too expensive to buy so many cakes for one evening, right?
"Mikan-tan, are you listening to me?"
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Kou-kun's chirp. I lean down in his direction and smile apologetically. We're standing right outside the school gates, and for the life of me, I can't remember what's worrying Kou-kun in the first place. Kou-kun is a domestic canary, and he's been my best friend ever since elementary school. He's a little self-conscious because he's not as big or flashy as some of our peers, but I think he's very cute!
"Ah, sorry Kou-kun, I drifted off for a second. What is it that's on your mind?"
Kou-kun's feathers ruffle a bit. "I forgot to groom this morning! I was asking you if I looked okay."
I look over Kou-kun's feathers thoughtfully. Truthfully, there's a piece of gum stuck to his back. My mind weighs the options of what to do next. Should I...
> Lie and tell him he looks great?
> Laugh at him?
> Politely remove it as best I can?
As funny as he looks, I know it'd hurt his feelings if I laughed at him. He's pretty sensitive! And he'd never forgive me if I lied to him and let him look silly to everyone. So, with a smile, I reach over and pick the gum off his back. Thankfully it's not too stuck on him.
"There," I say, patting his head. "Now you're perfect."
He blushes in response, and I mentally high-five myself. We hurry into the school grounds and make a run for it, rushing through the door of homeroom right as the bell goes off. Saved!
I must have gotten a workout running towards the school, though, because it's incredibly difficult to stay awake during first period. It doesn't help that I sit right near a window, and the outside world looks so much more appealing than whatever history lecture Aoi-sama is giving at the moment. Not that Aoi-sama isn't interesting himself, but I'm just not interested in hearing about the civil war of 2061 right now. I yawn and lay my head down on my desk, closing my eyes. Relaxing my eyes for a few seconds won't hurt anything, right?
Wrong. The next thing I know, Aoi-sama's ruler is smacking across my desk, and I jolt up in surprise. Did I seriously fall asleep?!
Oh no, Aoi-sama looks aaaaaangry. Aoi-sama is a rather large and intimidating blue warbler, and when he's angry, his feathers seem to puff up so much that he looks like a porcupine. Actually, that's a pretty funny thought! It makes me smile, and that certainly doesn't do anything for Aoi-sama's sour mood. I wonder if he thinks I'm not taking him seriously.
It's too bad Aoi-sama is such a grump, because he's pretty handsome. He says things during class sometimes that make me suspect he's really a softie deep down (like when he gushes about his favorite former president, Arthur Bluejay), but right now, he looks like he's going to commit murder.
"What's my policy on sleeping during class, everybirdie?" He asks, sauntering back over to the blackboard.
No one answers, and my classmates avoid making eye contact. It's probably the best course of action, because as far as I know, Aoi-sama's never made an official policy regarding sleeping in his class...
"You better have a good reason for choosing to get some shut-eye instead of learning about war rations, Mika-tan," Aoi-sama grumbles, tapping his foot impatiently.
I know I have to say something. If I don't, I risk being written up and sent to the principal's office, and the last thing I want to do is try to explain myself to a falcon. His eyes can stare into my soul, I swear... I stammer as I try to come up with something. Why was I sleeping?
> Is it because his lecture is so boring it lulled me to sleep?
> Or maybe because I can't help it... I'm sick! Is that a fever I feel building up?
> Huh, maybe I wasn't sleeping. I could have just been in deep philosophical thought, taking in everything Aoi-sama was teaching.
"I don't feel so well, sir. I thought I'd just rest my head a little cause it's throbbing super hard. Can I go to the doctor's office?" I ask. It's an awful lie, but probably the most believable.
Almost immediately, Aoi-sama's face softens. "Oh. I see. Yes, of course, Mika-tan. I hope you feel better soon."
I can't believe the lie actually worked. Plus, now I get to visit Gin-sensei. With a shy smile, I get up, coughing a few times before gathering my things and making my way out the door.
Gin-sensei is a chikadee, and he's never seen without his trusty lab coat and glasses. He's used to be visiting him a lot-- I do actually tend to get sick pretty often. It's probably because my immune system is so different from everyone else's.
I knock on his door before entering slowly, and my eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets when I peek inside.
"Gin-sensei?!"
Gin-sensei barely looks up from the concoction he's making. Or rather, he can't look up, because it's smoking so much it's made a thick fog throughout the entire room.
"Oh, hello, Mika-tan! You're just in time to try the delicious drink I just invented!" He picks up the beaker, shoving it in my direction, and looking at me with hopeful eyes.
I look at the beaker warily. I've had bad luck with Gin-sensei's creations before. They're not always meant to be edible, but they're always a risk to try out. I hesitate before responding. What should I say?
> "No way! Last time I tried something you made I couldn't poop for weeks!"
> "Sure, I'll try it if you give me a sick note and let me go home."
> "Am I gonna die?"
"Sure, I'll try it if you give me a sick note and let me go home," I say, returning the stare with an equally hopeful one of my own. He lights up and gives me a thumbs up.
"Deal! But you should really stop playing hooky so much, you know," he sighs, patting my shoulder.
"I will... Bottoms up!"
My fate is in his hands, and I quickly knock back the beaker's contents. Immediately, my eyes widen.
Wow, this is actually... good. Really good. "This is amazing, Gin-sensei," I marvel, tilting the beaker so I can catch every last drop.
Gin-sensei puts his hands on his hips proudly.
"The secret's in the freshly gathered earthworm."
Suddenly, my stomach flips, face turning green. Without a second thought, I rush out the door, making a beeline for the bathroom.
I should really stop falling asleep in class.