“So, Royji, I’ve been reviewing your records, and I think that this academy is the perfect place to whip a delinquent like you into place.”

You roll your eyes as you lean back in your chair. Your name is Royji Smith. The birds outside are singing and it’s a beautiful day. You wish you could take advantage of this fact, but right now you’re stuck in the counselor’s office. Hito, you think his name was. Damn, you may be the king of delinquents, but still. The first goddamn place you’re sent to when you get to this dump of a school is the counsellor’s office. You didn’t fly thousands of miles over the Pacific Ocean to get to Japan just to be lectured. Who did this guy even think he was?

“Royji, are you listening to me?” Hito sighs. “We hold a very high standard here at Dank-” you snigger, “Gate Academy. We expect you to perform here at the best of your potential, alright?”

“Alright, listen, Hito. I’m a black guy in an all-Asian school. What the hell makes you think I’ll even be able to approach your standards?” You fire back. Though, it is a legitimate question. How the hell are you even going to be above last place in an Asian school? Maybe you’ll just copy off some nerdy kid with glasses. To be honest, you actually did pretty well in your studies in America, and got 100s on the assignments you bothered to do, but that was America. This is Japan. Huh, come to think of it, what were you even doing here in Jap-

“Royji. Do not, in any way, think that you are unique in your delinquency. I’ve had your kind in my classes before. I am not your enemy, Royji. I’m here to help you become a better student. I’m sure you’ll be pleased to find that I am your homeroom teacher. This is your chance at a new start, so let’s make it a pleasant one. That being said, do you have any questions?”

>Nah, I'm good.
>Yeah, where's the nearest exit?
>So the girls in this dump, how hot are they?

>>673317
>>So the girls in this dump, how hot are they?
The most important question of all.

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>>673317
>>Yeah, where's the nearest exit?

Also;
>Dark Gate Academy is owned by Booker T. Man, and Hack Corporations.
>Hack Corporations.
pic related

>>673317
>So the girls in this dump, how hot are they?
You absolute fucking madman.

>>673306
>So the girls in this dump, how hot are they?
im scared please help

>>673317
>So the girls in this dump, how hot are they?

>>673317
>>So the girls in this dump, how hot are they?
HERE WE GO LADS.

>So the girls in this dump, how hot are they?

This is madness

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>So the girls in this dump, how hot are they?

Hito sighed. “Well, Royji, I see we’re already off to a great start. I’m sure you can ask your classmates about which girl is prettiest and all. You’ll be in Class 2. I have to meet with my colleagues for a moment, but if you’ll wait here, a member of Class 3 should be here shortly to show you to your classroom. Are you okay with this?”

“Hell n-“ And before you even finish your sentence, Hito is out of his office. Guess that meeting must be pretty important. He really is placing a whole lot of trust on you, leaving you unattended like this. In ten seconds, you could already have written the word “GAY” and drawn a smiley face on one of his important legal documents, being the brilliant king of delinquents you are.

You look in the mirror Hito for some reason has on his desk and sigh. You are ugly as hell. Guess that’s what happens when a white haired, albino Japanese woman marries a black man. You’ll never know why you were named Royji, either, since every time you ask your parents seem to suddenly disappear from the room, though your uncle told you that it allegedly had something to do with copious amounts of alcohol and your good ol' pop watching Japanese women’s wrestling one night. Your parents were kind of messed up. Your mom, whose name was... was... huh, you can’t remember your mum’s na-

Your chair collapses and you fall to the floor, hitting your head against the table. Well, shit, that hurt. Guess that must be a symbol of what was to come in this semester. This was going to be hell.

You look at the clock on the wall. Looks like the Class 3 student was running late. You'd hate to be late to your first class because someone else has poor timekeeping. You'd rather be late for your first class because you were lazy and didn't want to go.

>I can wait another minute or two.
>Screw this. Wander around the school, try to find something cool.
><strike>Smoke</strike> Wait, what? You don’t smoke.

>>673422
>><strike>Smoke</strike> Wait, what? You don’t smoke.
kek

>>673422
>I can wait another minute or two.

>>673422
>><strike>Smoke</strike> Wait, what? You don’t smoke.
Spooky. Lets wait for this Class 3 nerd though, maybe they're cute.

>>673422
>Screw this. Wander around the school, try to find something cool.
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0OcK0OaAOOj
I AM THE BONER OF MY SWORD

>>673422
>><strike>Smoke</strike> Wait, what? You don’t smoke.
Hit that shit nigga.

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>>673422
><strike>Smoke</strike> Wait, what? You don’t smoke.
>I can wait another minute or two.
SECOND technically third CHANCE

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You pull out a pack of cigarettes. Time to start getting some delicious lung cancer up in here, along with addiction to nicotine. Wait, wait, wait one second. You don’t fucking smoke. That would be stupid. What the fuck kind of main character would fucking smo-

You get a staple in your hand. Somehow. It hurts like a little bitch, but you don’t scream because you’re a man.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!”

Well, there goes that whole not screaming thing. And the manliness too, if you think about it. The pack of cigarettes disappeared somewhere, probably in the same void that dropped pens go to. And there’s a fucking staple in your hand. You wince as you pull it out, and drop it into the trash can. Well, that’s a shame. Wasted staples are always a tragedy. You shed a few tears for the loss of one innocent staple, not because you’re in pain.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

You turn towards the door and see the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. For some reason, things feel wrong, but yet they feel so right. You have a feeling her name is... Nina. Yeah, that’s her name, you just know it. It must be fate.

“My name is Saeka!” Well, you were a bit off. At least you got one letter right. “What happened?”

You stand up slowly, and slouch back onto the desk, like a cool kid.

“Ey, yo, what’s up, hot stuff. Bet you haven’t seen a guy like me around before. Nothing really happened. I’m cool as ice. Maybe, if you’re free, we could do some, ahem, messin- AAAAAGGGGHHHH!”

Saeka’s fist was currently in your gut. You can’t fucking breathe. Oh god, did she break your rib cage, oh god oh god no you’re too young to die. You flail around on the floor.

“Holy shit, you’re an arrogant prick, aren’t you.”

>Attempt to somehow salvage the conversation.
>Act as if nothing just happened, and introduce yourself.
>Punch her back.

>>673515
>>Act as if nothing just happened, and introduce yourself.
COOL
AS
ICE

>>673515
>>Punch her back.
She's not Nina, fuck her.

>>673515
>Act as if nothing just happened, and introduce yourself, then sucker punch her.

WORLD STAR!

>>673515
>>Act as if nothing just happened, and introduce yourself.
ooga booga where da white wimmin at

>>673515
>Act as if nothing just happened, and introduce yourself.
She'll never see that one coming.

>>673534
I don't know if sucker punching someone we just met is a good idea, but I really want to see what happens.

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You get to your feet, wheezing. You hold out your hand. “Hey, Saeka. My name is Royji, Royji Smith. Nice to meet you. Can I say, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

Saeka sighes, and shakes your hand. You catch her mutter something under her breath about ‘this again’ and ‘oh boy’. You think she has a crush on you.

“So, I see you are already making friends among your classmates, Royji. See, what did I tell you. The school is working its wonders already. Since the Class 3 student seems to not have shown up, could you take him to class for me, Saeka? Thanks. I have to go organize my papers, then I’ll be in there shortly.”

Fucking Hito. Always having to show up at the worst times. Just when it was beginning to get steamy, too. You hear Saeka darkly curse under her breath. It’s probably because you’re the hottest black man she’s ever seen, and she’s awed by your mere presence, and honored to get to take you to class. You two step out of Hito’s office and begin walking down the hall. Saeka stares straight ahead, clearly not wanting to converse with you.

Your feelings are a bit hurt, but then you realize something. Oh, this is just what all Japanese schoolgirls do! Like in that anime you watched one time, the main girl was always cold and standoff-ish to the main character, but she secretly loved him. You think it was called... tundere? Sundere? Yeah, sundere sounded right. Saeka was just sundere for you.

Saeka opens the door to a classroom and steps in quickly. You take a deep breath. Time for your first impression to the class. Let’s see, how to best impress them. They probably hadn’t ever seen a black man before. You just had to be one cool nigger, and all the girls would fall to their knees, soaked. You smoothly step into class, tripping over a rug.

“H-hey, everyone! My name is Royji Smith, a-and I’m the cool dawg in this town. My favorite color is green.”

Nailed it. The classroom is silent. One guy yawns. You bow your head in shame and sit in the back row. A blonde guy punches you on the arm.

“Yo man, nice entrance. My name is Brosuke. What’s yours?”

“You-you liked it? Thanks, bro! My name is Roy-“

Hito walks into class and immediately begins teaching. Oops, time to be quiet. Don’t want to be disrespectful.

“So, man, you were saying?” Brosuke whispers.

>Ignore him, learning is more important.
>Pass him a note with your name on it.
>Whisper to him.

>>673665
>Ignore him, learning is more important.
We're a delinquent but we got an F in truancy.

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>>673665
>Pass him a note with your name on it.

>Since the Class 3 student seems to not have shown up, could you take him to class for me, Saeka?
Why are you doing this to me?

>>673665
>>Pass him a note with your name on it.
Brosuke sounds like a real bro, bro.

>>673665
>Loudly and clearly state your name.
I'm guessing the Class 3 nerd would have bumped into us if we had chosen to leave instead. She was definitely expecting us to run off and wanted to intercept us.

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You think quickly. Oh, yes, you have a great idea that will keep you from being disrespectful to the teacher and to Brosuke! You just need to write down a note for him, and that’ll answer his question! You pull out a sheet of paper from your bag loudly, and begin scribbling down on it. The whole class looks at you, puzzled. They probably thought you were taking notes already and were really smart for a black guy. Little did they know that you were really the king of the delinquents!

But, you would have to wait until later to reveal that, since you didn’t want to interrupt the teacher while he was introducing himself. A voice to the right interrupts your thoughts.

“Hey, Royji, are you seriously taking notes while the teach is introducing himself? Man, you’re pretty lame.”

You look to the right and see a beautiful blonde girl. Man, there were a whole ton of beautiful blonde chicks in this school, weren’t there. You smile at her a little before stopping yourself, since that wasn’t how cool kids did stuff, and shush her. It’s not good to talk while the teacher was talking.

You finally finish the note. You’re pretty proud of it.

‘Dearest Brosuke,

I hope this note reaches you well. I would gladly talk to you, but I don’t want to be disrespectful to the teacher. Maybe we can talk later, at lunch? Thanks bro. I’ll be sitting under the cherry blossom tree outside, in the courtyard. Hope to see you there!

The King of Delinquents,
Royji Smith Jr

P.S: I'm pretty sure you already heard my name when I introduced myself, bro.

P.P.S: I think you’re really cool, bro.’

You pass it over to Brosuke. You eagerly watch him as he opens it up. You used your best handwriting, and everything. He looks puzzled, then looks at you with a sort of disturbed look on his face. He looks away and doesn’t whisper to you again.

The lunch bell rings. You stand up, and Brosuke begins speaking to you again. The blonde girl from before goes to stand by him.

“Hey, man. I don’t want to seem like some prick, but you’re not gay, right? That note was just a satire, right, cause if it was, it was pretty funny. Sort of. More disturbing, but eh. Also, I thought you were just messing with us with that intro, so that's why I asked you for your name. I'm sorry you had to be named Royji, man.”

>Nod and agree with him.
>Oh, no that note was serious! I tried my best on it! And, also, I'm proud of my name!
>Act like a cool kid and brush it off.

>>673862
Also, the next update will be delayed for about 15 minutes, since I have to go do shit. This choice will define your character growth for the rest of this thread.

>>673862
>>Oh, no that note was serious! I tried my best on it! And, also, I'm proud of my name!
Fuck it, we're all in for this now.

>>673862
What a cock guzzler.

I thought Brosuke was a bro, but it turns out he was just a dick.

>>673862
>I AM VERY HOMOSEXUAL FOR YOU

>>673862
>Oh, no that note was serious! I tried my best on it! And, also, I'm proud of my name!
We're waifuing Saki again, this time as a good student who respects the rulz.

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>>673862
>>673869
>Oh, no that note was serious! I tried my best on it! And, also, I'm proud of my name!
This is our future.

Well, shit, looks like I'm going to have to stop here for the night. See you all tomorrow, whenever I update.

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Brosuke scratches his head. “Shit, man, I don’t know what to say to that. Thanks, I guess, for the note.”

The blonde girl beside him punches his arm. “See, Brosuke? I told you this new kid would be lame. We don’t have to give everyone a chance, we can just survive on our own, just the two of us against the world!”

You awkwardly scratch your cheek, as the girl spoke like you weren’t even there. To be honest, she kind of hurt your feelings. Calling someone lame wasn’t a great thing to do. You did try your best. Maybe you should interject or something? You take a deep breath and lean back onto your desk like a cool kid. The desk screeches as it slides back against the tiled floor. You are the king of delinquents. You are cool. Nothing will ever get you down. You’ll just prank her later, by drawing frowny faces in her notebook. That’ll show her.

Brosuke sighs, and turns to her, looking conflicted. “Ini, we can’t keep doing this forever. Hmm. Alright, this is what we’re going to do. This kid seems like a nice guy, if a bit naive. I think he’s pretty alright. Why don’t we just give him a chance? If you turn out to really hate him or something, you don’t have to be his friend.” Brosuke turns to you. “Hey, man, Royji, do you want to eat lunch with us?”

Ini harrumphs, but doesn’t interject. Oh, wait, you got it, maybe she’s sundere for you too? That would probably explain why she was so harsh. But, still, you’re faced with a pretty important choice here. You can’t screw up.

You clear your throat, and look over, casually. “Oh, hey, Brosuke, my homie, didn’t see ya there. So, you’re asking a cool dawg like me to eat lunch with you and your friend?”

That’s a pretty good start, even if Brosuke looks a bit confused. Now, as to your choice.

>Bro, I’d love to eat lunch with you guys.
>Sorry, bro, I kind of already have a date with Saeka. Maybe next time, bro?
>I was actually planning to go, you know, have a look around Dank Gate Academy, get a feel for the place, you feel me, bro?

Updates will be a bit sporadic today, but at least that's better than not fucking updating at all ha ha ha, not like anyone did that, though.

>>681984
>I was actually planning to go, you know, have a look around Dank Gate Academy, get a feel for the place, you feel me, bro?
Let's find some more bros.

>>681984
>>Sorry, bro, I kind of already have a date with Saeka. Maybe next time, bro?
>all the choices have bro in them
Going with the most number of bro's to make the choice.

>>681984
>>I was actually planning to go, you know, have a look around Dank Gate Academy, get a feel for the place, you feel me, bro?
BRO
ROB
OBR

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>>681984
>>I was actually planning to go, you know, have a look around Dank Gate Academy, get a feel for the place, you feel me, bro?


lets get dank Bro

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“Oh. Okay. That’s alright then, Royji. Maybe we can eat lunch together later. I guess you got what you wanted, Ini. See ya later, man.” Brosuke scratched his head and began walking out of the classroom with Ini. You wave at them as they leave.

Now, you are left alone in the classroom. Everyone was already out of the room, probably eating lunch, since, you know, it was lunch time. This was the perfect situation for a great prank.

You walk up to the chalkboard at the front of the room. It was time to show everyone that you really were the king of delinquents. You pick up a piece of chalk and draw a smiley face on the board. The worst part is, they’ll never know who did it! You really are a delinquent.

You set down the piece of chalk and whistle inconspicuously as you walk out of the room. Now, it was time to tour your new school, see what was going on. The sunlight filters in through the windows as you walk down the hall. You see a vending machine to your right. It was always interesting how Japanese people sold actual bread and meals and shit in vending machines. Being an American, you were just used to getting a coke out of one of these things. You walk past the vending machine, further down the corridor.

You stop before the library of the academy. This will probably be the perfect place to find some nerdy kid and show them why you were the king of delinquents. You step in. Huh. There’s pretty much no one here, except for a pretty blue haired girl behind the counter. She’s reading a book. You like reading too. Sort of. But not that much because reading is a nerdy thing to do, you know. Oh, wait, this girl’s probably a nerd if she’s all alone in the library, reading books! Time to show the nerd population your true colors.

You walk up to her and introduce yourself confidently to her.

“H-hello, p-pretty lady. The name’s Royji, and-and it’s, uh, nice to meet you?”

The girl looks up from her book. “Okay, wow, never thought I would say this in a library, but would you mind speaking up? I didn’t really hear you.”

Shit, your brilliant introduction, all gone to waste. Now you have to think up a new one. Or repeat what you just said, but only nerdy shy kids did that.

>Ey, yo, what’s up, hot stuff. Guess you haven’t seen a black guy like me around before.
>Hello! My name is Royji, what’s yours, pretty lady?
>Haha, I got your joke, you’re not supposed to speak loudly in a library, and, yeah...
>Hey, so why do you have blue hair?

>Ey, yo, what’s up, hot stuff. Guess you haven’t seen a black guy like me around before.

>>685567
>“H-hello, p-pretty lady. The name’s Royji, and-and it’s, uh, nice to meet you?”

>>685567
>Ey, yo, what’s up, hot stuff. Guess you haven’t seen a black guy like me around before.
please dont be dead

>>685567
>Ey, yo, what’s up, hot stuff. Guess you haven’t seen a black guy like me around before.

>>685567
>Ey, yo, what’s up, hot stuff. Guess you haven’t seen a black guy like me around before.

>>685567
>>Hey, so why do you have blue hair?
Asking the hard hitting questions.

>>686486
Don't worry, kind anon. Whether it's a trickle or a flood, I will always keep on updating until this thread is done, or I actually die. That being said, update in hopefully a couple hours, when I get access to my computer.

>>685567
>Hey, so why do you have blue hair?

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You think quickly. What other introductions could you do that would be sure to show the nerds that you were really the king of delinquents? Hmm. Your first introduction to Saeka resulted in pain, but that was because she was just sundere for you. It wasn’t like it hurt or anything though, since your sheer toughness and manliness protected you. Perhaps that introduction would work better here?

“Ey, yo, what’s up hot stuff. Guess you haven’t seen a black guy like me around before. If you want, library’s lookin pretty empty, we could do some, ahem, messing around.”

The girl’s eyes narrow. “Would you care to repeat that?”

Shit, guess she didn’t hear you. Again. Maybe you just have to say it louder. “I-I said, ey, yo, what’s up hot stuf- AAAAGGGGHHHH!”

The girl slaps you across the face, most certainly leaving a huge red mark on your cheek. Good thing it didn’t hurt. The only reason why you were on the floor, tears coming out of your eyes, was because you wanted to, uh, yeah there was an interesting pen down here, and you were just looking for it, yeah.

“Alright, if you’re done, could you please leave the library?” The blue haired girl went back to reading her book.

“Y-yes, ma’am, sorry ma’am.” You mumble under your breath as you limp out. Were all of the girls in Japan this sundere for you? Or, did this girl actually not like you? The lunch bell rings, and you limp back to class. You see the blue haired girl pass you in the hall and enter the classroom before you do. You sit in your chair. Brosuke raises his eyebrow at the red mark on your face. You give him a thumbs-up to show your bro that you’re okay. You chuckle a little at the smiley face on the board. Seems like no one noticed it yet. The true mark of a delinquent. You listen intently to Hito all of class.

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Classes end. Hito walks over to your desk, dragging Saeka behind him. “Since the two of you are such great friends, how about we have Saeka show you to your dorms! I already spoke to her earlier, and I think she’ll be a great person to help you acclimatize to Dank Gate Academy!”

Saeka grumbles a little, before taking a deep breath. “Alright, Royji, I’m going to take you to the dorms. Follow me, please.” She begins walking off quickly. You scramble after her to catch up.

“Hey, so, Saeka, we have dorms here? We actually sleep here? I thought that was just for college and shit. This is just a high school!”

Saeka looks at you with an exasperated expression. “Yes, of course we have dorms here. Have you heard of boarding schools before, Royji?”

“O-oh, um, that would explain it thanks a bunch Saeka.” You trail off awkwardly. Oh, hey, you have a great question for her. “Hey, so, Saeka, I couldn’t help but notice that you’re really mean to me.”

Saeka looks back at you, looking a bit guilty. She sighes. “I’m sorry, Royji. I know this is just your first day, and I shouldn’t be judging you so harshl-”

“So, uh, this is a bit awkward, but are you sundere for me?”

Saeka slaps her forehead. “And now I don’t feel sorry for you anymore. Anyway, we’re here.” She mutters something under her breath that sounds like ‘thank goodness’. Yeah, you’re pretty sure she has a crush on you.

Saeka leads you into the quaint little building, into what appears to be some sort of commons thing. Oh, shoot, no adult supervision? It would be a shame if a master delinquent were to write, say, the word ‘GAY’ on a sticky note and post it around everywhere...

Saeka gestures to the hallway. “The dorms are down here. You’ll be bunking with someone, another guy. I think Riden and Ken have an open slot. Who do you want to room with?”

>Riden
>Ken
>Your room, baby.

Hint: the last option is bait.

>>690806
>>Your room, baby.
You can't tell me it's bait and expect me not to take it. After she shoots us down or after we quickly say we're just kidding, lets room with Riden, he sounds like a bright and cheery guy.

>>690806
>Your room, baby.
I'LL BITE THE BAIT.

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>>690806
>>Your room, baby.

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Saeka just looks at you. You look back. Seconds pass. You glance away, and cough awkwardly. Maybe she didn’t hear you? Maybe she was just being really sundere? You cough again, and repeat yourself. “Y-your room, ba-”

“I heard you.” Saeka curtly interrupts you. She just shakes her head. “I have never been more disappointed in someone than I am now.” She puts her face in her hands, kneading her forehead. P-probably just to hide her blush for you, right? “Royji... Fuck it, just go. Choose Ken or Riden’s room, I don’t even fucking care enough at this point.” She walks off and opens a door in the hallway, steps in, and shuts the door quietly behind her.

Uh. Okay. Wow. S-she really was sundere for you, huh. You couldn’t even detect a glimpse of affection. Alright then. You scratch your head. Better get on to it, then. The only thing is, you don’t really know where their rooms are. Oh well. You’ll just knock on random doors. Maybe you’ll start at the end of the hallway. That’s where the newest kids go, right? You start walking on down.

You stop before a wooden door. Here goes nothing. You rap on the door a couple times. A smiling black-haired boy opens the door.

“Hiya! You’re the new kid, right? Nice to meet you! My name is Riden!”

Something feels really, really wrong about this. You don’t know why. But, one thing you do know is that you need some way to introduce yourself to him that'll show him that you're the coolest king of delinquents and impress him heavily.

>Why are you so cheerful, man?
>My name is Royji. You may have heard of me. I’m the coolest cat in this school.
>Hey, so, can I be your roommate, bro?

>>694201
>>My name is Royji. You may have heard of me. I’m the coolest cat in this school.
He seems like he might humor us.

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>>694201
>My name is Royji. You may have heard of me. I’m the coolest cat in this school.

>Happy Raiden
I want off this ride.

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>>694201
>>My name is Royji. You may have heard of me. I’m the coolest cat in this school.

Happy Riden too spooky