Hopeless Highschool Hearts (Private for Ota-chan and me ^^)

Okay~ I'm going to have you fill out a little form for me
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My Form-

[align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=white]Likes: Cute shy people, in a rare case he likes sadistic people such as himself, ramen, smaller hand structure, and when people actually show they care about him, and guys (sORRY)
Dislikes: Obnoxious people, loud noises, spicy things, and large crowds
Height: 5"10'
Weight: 140 lb
Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OiSFPN37hhE

SOOOOO KAWAIIIIII~
Okay I'll start hehehe

Shota made his way to homeroom, late as usual, with one of his perfectly shaped and formed hands in the pocket of his black school uniform pants. The other hand was steadily placed on the books he balanced on his shoulder. His elbow bended beneath his light gray button-up sweater and undershirt. His black tie hung loosely from his neck, mostly because he was not aware of how to tie a tie. He let out an exhale louder than usual, and closed his eyes as he finally reached the homeroom door.

And by the way, I'm going to add more pictures of my character as we go along in the appearance section of my form x]
Oh! And here's the uniforms

I WAITED LIKE EIGHT YEARS FOR YOUR REPLY ;-;

Shota casually glanced at everyone in class, a long yawn escaping his jaws. His hand supporting his books tightened and gripped them as he set them on the desk next to Akemi. He sat down with a loud thud and leaned over to the person in front of him, sitting up in his desk as he did so.
"What page?" his rarely heard, lowish voice mumbled.

Can we ever have just one long RP session ;w;

Shota awaited the person in front of him for an answer, but the person turned around and harshly whispered;
"You should have been here earlier if you wanted to know!"
"Alright, alright," he said with an annoyed tone. He sat back, staring up at the ceiling for a seconds before his eyes slowly slid to his left, averting his gaze to Akemi. A smirk played at his lips as he turned his whole head to Akemi.
"Little boys should pay attention in school," he said with a mischievous manner. With a quick tilt of his head and a grin, he flashed some of his sharp canines before slouching back in his chair.

"That's debatable," Shota said, that smirk still plastered across his face. The teacher's strict voice is what drew hm away from the conversation. Shota was getting scolded in front of the whole class. He just sat there with a bored expression on his face until he was done. He propped his head up with one hand and an elbow against his desk.

Shota sighed and flipped to arandom page in the text book, examining the pictures of people. The lesson soon ended and it was lunch break.
"I came in that late?" Shota thought to himself.

Ooc: I'm going to reply to this in the morning~
It's 10:00 pm here hehehe

Shota rose out of his seat slowly, looking around at everyone else. Some boys in the corner were looking at a dirty magazine with a girl on the front over, which did not appeal to Shota. He strolled over to them, lifted the magazine up, held it length-wise. A larger picture unfolded of a women in a bikini, which did not phase Shota. He looked at it with a blank, annoyed expression before shaking his head.
"Tch," hesaid disgustedly before rolling up the magazine and slamming it down on one of the guys' heads.

Ooc: Went for a lil humor

Shota left the boys sitting there with the crumpled up magazine and looks of astonishment printed on their faces. He left the classroom, running a hand over his face. He peered down the hall to see Akemi getting--what it seemed--molested by a girl. He took his long strided gait to stand about 8 feet from where all of this was happening. He saw Akemi swing his arm at the girl, and that's when he felt himself spring forward. He grabbed the girl without hesitation, put her in a weak, harmless headlock and leaned forward to her ear.
"He said stop, alright?" he whispered.

Shota felt himself getting irritated with this girl. He slowly stood to his full height, letting her out of her headlock. He stuck one hand in his pocket and the other hung by his side limply. He walked over to Akemi, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.
"Apparently," Shota began, swinging his arm around Akemi's perfectly slender shoulders, "you don't even know the relationship Akemi and I have." With that, Akemi slighlty bent over, still smirking, toward Akemi's ear. He nibbled on his ear lobe before trailing down to his lips with his bottom lip grazing Akemi's jawline. He took the hand gripping Akemi's shoulder and used it to turn Akemi's head toward his face. It felt like slow motion, going in for the kiss. Shota bit Akemi's bottom lip, eyes closed. The smirk was gone now and the hallway was empty and barren with silence. His eyes opened to slits and his gaze urned sideways to catch a glimpse of Sakuya.