Yes, he walks in among the throng of students

Well, the cardio paid off, I managed to arrive just in time to find my seat before the lecture started. ‘Now I just have to hope no one calls me out on looking like a bum.’

By some miracle the day was uneventful and lunch break arrived swiftly enough. I was out of the main building, on my way to find a spot to eat in peace and maybe fix myself up a bit.

_‘Well, I was worrying for nothing maybe Kuoh is not as strict as it used-I’m still wearing the damn earrings aren’t I?’ _there on the window was the reflection of a disheveled youth wearing two particular pieces of jewelry. Just that moment I noticed two girls passing by, neither of them even bothered looking my way.

No, wait, one of them is smiling and waving. I hear a call behind me, the two girls hurry to meet who I assume is their friend trough the now-open window. They passed a almost literally a hairsbreadth from me, still paying me no mind, as if I wasn’t there at all. Weird, people usually reacts in some way when you are this close but…

‘Eh fuck it, im not even popular to beign with’

Anyhow, walking along, looking for some place to eat I come across two thirds of the perv trio eating lunch on a bench. I think their names went along motohoma and matsuda or something. Getting close I still wonder about this day’s weirdness, there is something about today that has been bothering me. Even now, I am standing right in front of them and it’s like I’m not here, they have seen me but…

“Hey!”

“Do you see something wrong with me? Anything weird?”

“Mmh, nope, can’t say I do.” ‘Bulshit, I know I look like crap’

“Don’t I look like a mess?”

“Well yeah I guess but that’s normal” ‘…Matsuda you cheeky motherfucker’

“And how about I slap your shit?”

“I’d rather you don’t but if you have to…”

‘wat’ Turning, I say “Hey Motohama what if I took of my t-shirt and started dancing the Macarena on the table?”

“Hm.” He said shrugging “It’s a free country”

‘Oh for fuck sake’ “Matsuda what if I yanked my pants down and started shaking my junk on your face?!”

“I’d think that’s disgusting” ‘Finally some-’ “But so is eating broccoli so eh”

“… Fuck it” I took his bottle of water and poured over his head. ‘…Aaaand he still not giving a fuck’.

“You’re gonna seat there and take it?” ‘Yoink’ “Hey Motohama, I got your glasses and imma flush them down the toilet”

“Hm” they responded shrugging.

‘No prank goes this far. There is simply no way. First mom just ignored the earrings, “use a potato peeler if you get a tattoo” mom just let it slide; then the teacher, hell, no one said anything about them even on a fancy school like this; and now these two...’ Looking at them with concern and exasperation, I find them still eating, uncaring of Matsuda’s wet clothes.

While pondering this bizarre turn of events I become aware of the arrival of Pervert Prime, also known as Hyodo Issei. Seriously, this idiot, yes we are getting hit hard by hormones, yes we all take any chance of time alone to rub two or some out; but this guy is the only _allegedly _sane human being that yells out his fantasy of a harem. In the middle of the classroom. And corridor. And cafeteria... track field… auditorium… yeah… And don’t get me started with his hard-on for tits--‘Hol’ the fuck up’

“Oy Hyodo!”

“Yes?”

“I think a woman’s charm is in her ass and breasts don’t matter!” I say faking as much seriousness as I can, rising my voice just enough to heard clearly ‘Thank god there’s no one else to hear’

Suddenly Hyodo seems to seize up, as if he just bumped nose first into an invisible wall. _‘so much for your prank, smartasses’ _I’ve heard this moron swear on tits, and he goes ballistic whenever anything even remotely related comes up, how did he got in Kuoh in the first place? He can’t even lower his power-level in public!

“Oy scrub, I just said tits are worthless and anyone who says otherwise has brain damage.” ‘Must. Not. Cringe. Not yet.’

He stands there, his eyes jus widened a fraction, for just a quarter of a quarter of a second I believe I see doubt in him, just before he says with a shrug “Oh, that’s okay, we all have our tastes” ‘I have fucking magic earrings’

‘It has to be earrings. The weird earrings that simply appeared in my ears after a missing night and some acid trip dream’

‘But what do I do now? Do I tell someone? Do I just ignore it and try to live as usual? Do I toss a coin to decide whether I use this for good or for selfish and nefarious purposes? Actually, is there a limit to whatever this is, or is there something more besides the IGNORE ME effect?’