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>>2159042

Your alarm rings, and you groggily slap at your bedside table until you find your cell phone and turn it off. Yawning as you sit up in bed, you look around at an unfamiliar bedroom. It takes a moment to come back to you just where you are and what you're doing here. You are Logan King, Canadian transfer student, and you've just moved to the wonderful island nation of cultural enrichment that is Japan. Today is the morning of your first day at your new school, Overwatch Gakuen, and you don't want to be late!

You get dressed in your school uniform, the gakuran: black pants, white shirt, and a black button-up jacket. You add a personal touch with a purple hoodie under the jacket. Don't want to be lost in the crowd of background characters, after all. After a quick breakfast, you wave goodbye to your cook and butler drones and head out into the street. Your new neighborhood is a peaceful suburb of small houses, and while charming, it proves to be a challenge finding your way through the maze of tiny unmarked streets and utility stairways.

You get to what seems like a main road, but have gotten totally turned and have no idea what direction you're facing. Looking around, you see a girl with spiky brown hair running down the sidewalk in your direction. She has a school bag over one shoulder and a piece of toast in her mouth. Is she running and eating that toast at the same time? Is that even possible?

You realize she's wearing the girls' uniform from your school and realize you can probably get directions, so you wave and call out to her to stop her. She skids to a stop in front of you.

"Hiya!" she says. "What can I do for you?"

>Introduce yourself.
>Flirt.
>Ask directions.
>Ask who you should watch out for at school.
>Write-in.

>>2159079
>Flirt.
>Flirt hard.

>>2159079
>>Ask directions.

>>2159082
Supporting

>>2159079
>Introduce yourself.
>Flirt.

>>2159079
isn't tracer gay?

>>2159079
>Flirt.
>Introduce yourself.

We can follow her to school you knocks. Use this time to get in before the plot starts!

>>2159091
Quiet you.

>>2159091
Bisexual in Ravenkingverse.

Vote for flirt as much as possible, faggot. Seeker the Chad Student is go.

>>2159079
>Introduce yourself.
>Ask directions.

>>2159079
>>2159081
+1

>>2159079
>Flirt.
>Ask directions.

>>2159079
>Ask directions.

>>2159081
>>2159082
>>2159085
>>2159089
>>2159092
>>2159098
>>2159102
>>2159108
>>2159120
>>2159137

>Flirt.
>Ask directions.

Writing!

>>2159079
>>2159158

You say, "Hey, you're from Overwatch, right? I'm new and trying to figure out how to get there. Can you help me out with some directions?"

"Oh, sure! It's real simple." She points in various directions. "You just go past the convenience store and turn right, three lefts past the first light, straight up the hill and down the stairs, jump over the rail, two rights, and you're there!"

"Uhhh, thanks." You didn't understand half of that, but you don't want to look stupid in front of a cute girl at your new school. Really cute, actually, now that you take a closer look at her. "Hey, that's the first time I've seen the girls' uniform in person. It looks good." Or maybe that's just you, you think about saying, but can't bite the bullet.

The girl giggles as she runs a hand along the hem of her short skirt. "You think so? I tried wearing a boy's uniform, but they wouldn't let me. At least they let me keep my skirt short enough that I can run."

Trying your luck, you say, "Since we're going the same way, maybe we can walk to school together."

"Sorry, but I've gotta dash. If I'm late one more time Teach said I'll get cleaning duty for a month!" She flips open her cellphone to check the time and looks shocked. "Bloody hell! Better hurry or we'll be late! C'mon, new guy!" With that she dashes off. She turns to wave to you before she rounds the corner by the convenience store

You jog after her, but she's way too fast and soon disappears. You try to follow her directions, but some of it was confusing as hell and you end up going down several dead ends before finally finding the school gate. Just as it closes.

Fortunately you're a somewhat experienced climber, having climbed up many a maple tree as a kid back in Canada. You throw your backpack over the gate, climb up, and drop down into the courtyard. You look around the school buildings with their orderly rows of windows, and realize that although that girl told you how to find the school, you have no clue how to find your classroom.

In the center of the courtyard is a big statue of a dude with a chiselled jaw. You're not sure why he's carrying a gun when this is an ordinary high school.

Two guys who look like bad news are by the statue. A scrawny kid with spiked hair who looks like he was singed in a fireworks accident is spray-painting something on the back of the statue, while a huge guy in a leather jacket stands to block sight of him from the school windows. As you watch, the punk-looking kid steps back and lets out a giggle like a hungry hyena. "This'll get 'em good, Roadie!" The big guy grunts in response.

Back home you were something of a delinquent, but maybe this is your chance to turn things around and become the wholesome student you always wanted to be. On the other hand, being a bad kid is pretty fun.

>Turn the kids in.
>Help them spray-paint the statue.
>Ask them where to find your classroom.
>Ignore them and go find it yourself.
>Ask a staff member.
>Write-in.

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>>2159257

>>2159257
>Ask a staff member.

>>2159257
>Ask them where to find your classroom.
>Complement spikey hairdo

>>2159257
>>Look around for an entrance or a staff member, whichever we see first

>>2159257
>Help them spray-paint the statue.

>>2159257
>One up them ask for spray paint, Spray paint ON THE WINDOWS OF THE CLASSROOMS MUAHAHAHA

>>2159257
>>Ask them where to find your classroom.

>>2159257
>>Ignore them and go find it yourself.

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>>2159264
>>2159281

2 for staff member.

>>2159288
>>2159307

2 for spray paint.

>>2159266
>>2159333

2 for ask them directions.

Send help.

>>2159345
Ask them for directions.

>>2159345
Spray paint.

>>2159257
>Ask them where to find your classroom.

>>2159355
>>2159358

>Ask them where to find your classroom.

Gonna call this as a narrow victory before it ties again. Writing.

>Help them spray-paint the statue.

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>>2159257
>>2159366

You walk up to the punk kids. The big guy notices your approach and blocks your path like a bouncer.

"Hold up a second, Roadie," says the scrawny kid, stepping around his large friend. "Let's see what he wants. You must be the transfer, yeah?"

"That's me. I like the hair." From this close you realize it's not actually a fashionable haircut, just a tangled nest, but you press on. "I was wondering if you could tell me where my classroom is? I'm in, uh--"

The skinny kid laughs. "Listen to that, Roadie. He wants to ask us where his class is." He turns back to you with a manic grin. "Take a good look at us, new kid. You think we give two hoots about class?"

The big guy -- Roadie? What kind of a nickname is that? -- grunts and points in your direction.

"Yeah, I like it," the skinny kid says. "My friend here has a better idea. Name's Junkrat, new kid. This here's the Roadhog. Stick with us and we can show ya how to have fun around here." Junkrat thrusts the spraypaint can into your hands before you can object, and points towards the statue. You see he's been spray-painting over the statue's posterior so it looks like the man's pants have dropped and his butt is hanging out. "Go on, 'ave a go."

You were thinking about asking to join in anyway, and now with the can in your hands it's even more tempting. Just as you're trying to make up your mind, though, a girl's voice nearby cuts through your thoughts. "Fawkes! Rutledge!" it shouts with the weight of authority and the sharpness of somebody pissed off

The two punks look like they've heard a ghost. Junkrat says, "Err, we gotta take off, but it was nice meetin' ya, new kid!" With surprising alacrity, the skinny kid and his huge companion disappear into a shadowed corner, leaving you holding the spray can. You drop it and it clatters to the ground, but it's too late.

A brown-skinned girl with an armband around her upper arm approaches with a severe look on her face. "What's this? Haven't even made it to your first class and you're already vandalizing the statue of the principal, are you?"

You and sputter excuses, but the girl grabs you by the wrist. You think she's about to haul you off to the office, when she holds it up and examines you closely. "Hmmm. I don't see any paint." She looks at you critically. "I'm guessing you're going to say those two idiots tried to rope you into their shenanigans, is that right?"

You nod eagerly.

"Hmmm. All right, I'll believe you. But I'm keeping my eye on you just the same. We'd better get you to class. I'm out here looking for you."

"Me?"

"Come on," she says, still holding your wrist as she walks off. You have no choice but to follow her. "You're the transfer student, King-kun, right? I'm Fareeha Amari. Your class rep."

Choose 1:
>Thank her for believing you.
>Ask her about the other students.
>Ask her about the teachers.
>Ask her about herself.
>Flirt.
>Break free, go skip class.
>Write-in.

Choose 1:
>Amari-san
>Amari-chan
>Fareeha

>>2159465
>Thank her for believing you.
>Ask her about the other students.
And of course
>Flirt.

I don't speak weeb, so I'll skip that vote.

>>2159465
>Ask her about the other students.
>Amari-chan

>>2159465
>Flirt.
>>Fareeha

>>2159472
I'm an idiot. Didn't see Choose one. Whoops.

>Flirt.
Always flirt. 24/7

>>2159465
>Flirt.
>Amari-chan

>>2159465
>>Flirt.
>Amari-chan

>>2159465
>Flirt.
>Amari-san

>>2159465
>>Ask her about herself.
>>Fareeha

>>2159473
>>2159474
>>2159475
>>2159479
>>2159497
>>2159507

>Flirt.
>Amari-chan

Writing.

>>2159465
>>2159526

There seem to be plenty of beautiful girls who attend this school, so you might as well do your best to flirt with all of them. You give her your best "rogueish charm" smile and say, "So Amari-chan, do you usually hold hands on the first date? That's surprisingly bold for a class rep."

Amari-chan glances towards you with a startled look before immediately looking away. "D-don't think this means anything, idiot. I just wouldn't want you to get lost. The school can be confusing for newcomers, especially foreigners. It's my responsibility as class rep to make sure that transfer students make it to class." She says that, and her expression remains firmly resolved, but you see her cheeks blush. She tugs you a little faster down the hallway, then stops in front of a door marked 1-C. "This is it," she says. "Welcome to your first class here at Overwatch Gakuen."

"Thanks," you say, wondering what you're in for.

"Hello, everyone," she announces as she slides open the door. She steps into the room and pulls you after her. "I've found him. Now we can start class."

A chorus of groans from the class meets this response. Students are rarely enthusiastic about having to stop slacking off.

The homeroom teacher, a middle-aged guy with a beard, doesn't say anything. In fact, you realize as you look more closely, he's leaning back in his chair, his feet are up on the desk, a cowboy hat is covering his face, and he's snoring.

Amari-chan steps up to him and clears her throat loudly. "Ahem! McCree-sensei, I've found the transfer student. We can start homeroom now."

The homeroom teacher, McCree, slowly rouses himself and takes the cowboy hat off his face. "Well, uh, thanks a lot for that, Amari-san. I'm sure the class really appreciates your efforts. Uh, new guy, why don't you step up here and say a little something about yourself? Then grab a desk and we can get started. We got a few different ones open, so take your pick."

Nervous, you step up to the front of the classroom, taking your first look at your new classmates for the year. There's a girl in headphones munching on a bag of Doritos, a South American dude with huge dreadlocks pencil-drumming on his desk, and -- is that a robot? As you watch, it beeps and swivels its one-eyed head mechanically. Where did they find a school uniform that fit a square-shaped robot? What kind of class is this?

You say to the class, "Hey, uh, I'm Logan King. Just transferred here from Canada. We move around a lot for my mom's job." Then you add:

>Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.
>I look forward to our academic life together.
>Listen up, chumps. I run this place now.
>*nervous squeak*
>Write-in.


Afterwards, you sit next to:

>Doritos girl
>Drumming guy
>Robot

>>2159593
>Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.
>BRObot

>>2159593
>>Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.
>Doritos girl

BULLY

>>2159593
>Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.

>>2159607
This.

>>2159593
>Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.
>Doritos girl

>>2159593
>Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.
>Sit next to McCree
TEACHERBROS TEACHERBROS TEACHERBROS

>>2159593
>>Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.
>Drumming guy

>>2159593
>Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.
>Doritos girl

>>2159593
>Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.
>Drumming guy

>>2159607
This

>>2159607
This

>>2159593
>>Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.
>Drumming guy

>>2159619
Changing to
>Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.
>Drumming guy

>>2159593
>>Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.
>Doritos girl

>>2159607
>>2159609
>>2159612
>>2159614
>>2159624
>>2159636
>>2159659

>Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.
>Doritos girl

Writing.

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>>2159593
>>2159689

You greet the class with the usual phrases. "Nice to meet everyone. Please take care of me." They react mostly with disinterest.

McCree waves vaguely towards the seating area. "All right, siddown so I can get this moving and get back to my nap."

You head to the back towards the small girl eating Doritos. She stuffs another handful of them into her mouth even as you approach, rapidly pressing buttons on her mobile phone with her other hand. As you sit down in the chair next to her, you hear her groan loudly, and you shrink back wondering if you offended her somehow already. But she's reacting to her phone. "Uuuugh, I'm never going to pull a five star!" She flops down the surface of her desk and pulls her hood down over her head. A few moments later, trying to get more comfortable, she shifts around to turn sideways, and sees you sitting next to her. "Oh, hey. New kid, right?" She pushes herself back upright. "I'm Hana Song, but you can call me DVa. It's my gamer tag."

"Your gamer tag?" you repeat in disbelief.

"Mmhmm." She tips open the Doritos bag above her head and opens her mouth, and the last few scraps of chip fall inside. She licks her lips and wipes the last of the cheese dust off her chin. "I've won, like, a whole bunch of RTS tournaments online. I'm kind of a big deal, you know?"

"Right," you say, thinking that while she might be a huge nerd, at least she's cute. "So, DVa, is it? I was wondering ..."


>Flirt.
>Bribe her to copy her notes.
>Act superior and make fun of her for playing phone games.
>Reveal you play the same phone game.
>Ask about the class.
>Ask about the upperclassmen.
>Ask about the teachers.
>Write-in.

>>2159759
>Flirt
>Reveal you play the same phone game
"Something something Lucina Easter Bunny outfit something something."

>>2159759
>Flirt.

>>2159759
>>Reveal you play the same phone game.
>>Ask about the class.

>>2159759
>Flirt.
>Ask about the class.

>>2159759
>Reveal you play the same phone game.

>Flirt.

>>2159774
This

>>2159759
>Flirt.
>Reveal you play the same phone game.

>>2159759
>>Flirt.
>>Reveal you play the same phone game.

>>2159774
>>2159775
>>2159777
>>2159779
>>2159781
>>2159782
>>2159795
>>2159809


>Flirt.
>Reveal you play the same phone game

Writing.

>>2159830

"Good to meet you, DVa. Like I said up there, I'm Logan King. Is that Fate Emblem you're playing?"

"Yeah. Stupid game. I've been grinding for what seems like forever and I can't get the five star I want." DVa scowls at her phone.

"Tell me about it," you say. "I think I rolled forty accounts before I got the starter I wanted, the warrior princess, with the right stat modifiers."

DVa perks up at this. "You play Fate Emblem?"

"Gotta do something on those long car rides," you say, opening the game on your phone and showing her your account.

"Oh, wow!" she says, awestruck. "You've got all the characters from the last special event!"

"Yeah, I've been lucky lately," you say. "First I got the drops I needed, and then at my new school I got a seat next to a really cute girl." You try rogueish charm smile #2 on her, and it seems to work because she giggles and tells you to cut it out.

You ask her a few questions about the game, acting like you need her advice. People who are really into their hobbies love to show off their expertise, and soon DVa's eyes are shining with excitement as she talks about optimal troop formations.

"Wow, you're really smart," you say. "I was wondering if--"

The PA system squeals loudly as it comes to life, interrupting you and blasting away your train of thought. McCree-sensei falls out of his chair.

You hear a senior woman's voice on the address system. "Hello, children. This is Vice Principal Amari speaking, welcoming you wonderful students to another fine day at Overwatch Gakuen. Principal Morrison believes that all of you have the ability to excel, to show us all that you are the best students you can be. And we wouldn't want to disappoint Mr. Morrison, would we? Now you have a good day, children, and keep yourselves behaved. Or I'll know. And I'll find you." The PA clicks off with an ominous silence.

(Continued)

>>2159911

"Was that--?" you ask DVa quietly, while discretely pointing towards Amari-chan.

"Yep," DVa says. "The vice principal is her mom. And she runs this school like it's some kind of paramilitary group. So you better watch yourself around the little prodigy the class rep there."

You start to realize the magnitude of what might've happened if Fareeha decided you were vandalizing the statue and reported you directly to her mother.

Morning classes begin. McCree leaves with an unlit cigar in his mouth, and is replaced by a rotund Chinese woman named Zhou-sensei teaching Geography. She greets everyone with warm smiles and sets down a huge stack of books on the desk. You know plenty about world geography, having moved around a lot around Asia and North America, but there's a quiz today on local stuff that you have no clue about. Zhou-sensei gives you the same warm smile as she hands you back a sheet covered in red marks.

Next is a gruff dwarf from Sweden with a huge beard, who can barely see over the desk. He uses a custom screen projector with short legs that looks like he built it himself out of spare parts. He's some kind of retired engineer and spends less time teaching Physics and more going over his long list of shortcomings with the latest projects created by the boys in his woodshop club after school.

Next is an Japanese man of equal gruffness, regular height, and a much smaller beard. He teaches Japanese, which of course is the local language and cultural comprehension class and not a foreign language at all. "Is it?" you ask DVa.

"Sure," she says. "We're in Japan right now, right?"

"Are we? I'm a little confused on that subject, actually."

Finally lunch comes. You fight your way through the Japanese lunchtime rush at the cafeteria and emerge with a plastic-wrapped sandwich and small carton of milk. You look around for a place to sit, and spot the running girl with spiky brown hair from earlier, with an empty space next to her. She's laughing as she talks with her friends who seem to be a guy with green hair and a talking gorilla. This school has uniforms that will fit not only robots, but gorillas as well, you think with some admiration.

You also see your new seatmate DVa, sitting with two of your classmates, the guy with dreadlocks and the big robot; the punks from earlier, Junkrat and Roadhog; and Amari-chan, who's eating by herself.

You decide to sit with:

>The running girl and her friends
>Your classmates
>The punks
>Fareeha
>Go to the roof

>>2159915
>>Go to the roof
Anime as fuck, boys

>>2159915
THE PUNKS!!!!!

>>2159915
>Your classmates

>>2159915
>>Go to the roof
I wonder who's up here

>>2159915
>>Go to the roof

>>2159915
>The running girl and her friends

Guys, we can make this into a delinquent quest!!!

>>2159915
>Go to the roof

>Fareeha
>To the roof
Fuck this, I want alone time with best girl.

>>2159930
And deal with Ana? Fuck no.

Fine then
>Go to the roof and take dorito girl with us

>>2159934
Fuck yeah let's deal with ana 1v1 us against the world NOTHING CAN STOP US!!!!!

>>2159915
>Your classmates

>>2159915
>Fareeha
The only answer.

>>2159934
Switching to this

>>2159934
Supporting this

>>2159915
>The running girl and her friends
C'mon guys, Genji and Winston.

>>2159915
>>Go to the roof

It's probably where the actual delinquents go. Junkrat and Roadhog are just the burnouts.

>>2159915
>>Go to the roof
We are a paranoid rich boy who is used to open space and access to miniature RC.

>>2159915
>>Go to the roof

>>2159921
>>2159926
>>2159927
>>2159932
>>2159934
>>2159944
>>2159949
>>2159954
>>2159956
>>2159964
>>2159972


>Go to the roof.
>Bring Fareeha.

I like it. Writing.

>>2159976
>Bringing Phareeha, the Vice Principal's daughter to the roof
>to meet delinquents
Do we want to get beat up by a the big Nigerian rich kid and his multi-national harem?

>>2159986
>implying we can't bro Doomfist with our silver tongue

>>2159992
>broing Doomfist
>not waifuing Doomfist
Shit taste, anon.

>>2159986
We get beat up If we show Doomfist weakness. But if we act like according to our pedigree without sounding like a spoiled brat, were good.

>>2159996
We would still have Fareeha, the good girl class rep with us, which doesn't score us points with the bad boys.

>>2159915
>The running girl and her friends

>>2160021
Too little too late, anon.

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>>2159915
>>2159976

You watch Fareeha eating alone for a few moments. Although she looks as proud as usual, sitting stiffly upright, you begin to see the way she keeps her attention strictly to herself, the way other students pass by the empty seats around her without so much as a backwards glance.

You walk over there, aware that you're attracing looks as you do so. Amari-chan notices you approaching and watches you with wary eyes before putting on her class rep act. "Something I can help you with, King-kun? Directions, perhaps?"

"Actually, I thought I might invite you to eat lunch with me on the roof," you say, raising your sandwich bag, and smile. "Unless it's against the rules, that is."

Amari says, "It's not, but -- students are discouraged from entering the roof area unless participating in school club activity ..."

"But we're allowed, right? C'mon. It's a nice day outside, would be good to get out in the sunlight, and I'm guessing there's a nice view up there you can show me. What do you say?"

"A-all right, if you insist ..."

Amari gathers up her lunch and shows you where the stairs are. You walk with her up three flights through the darkened stairwell and through the door to the roof, where you emerge blinking into the sunlight, stepping out into the flat roof platio.

"Hey, it is nice out here," you say, looking up at the blue sky, then taking in the view of the town around you.

"I do like it up here," Amari admits. She walks to the edge and puts her hands on the waist-high ledge, looking out at the view. "I like being up high like this, able to see far away." The wind rushes through, stronger up here on the roof, rustling Amari's hair and modest skirt.

You hear a girl's laugh nearby, and realize you're not alone. Skulking in the shadows of the rooftop doorway are two girls with elaborate hairdos, long skirts, and cigarettes in their hands. They're watching you, and when they see you notice them, step forward, approaching like two lionesses on the prowl together. Fareeha gasps in fear when she sees them, but marshalls her courage and stands at your side.

"Little Fareeha," the tall girl with blue skin says, a French accent adding extra flavor to the mocking cruelty in her voice. "We never thought we'd see you up here. Did your mother send you on the prowl for miscreants? Foul play? Deliquent behavior?"

(Continued)

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>>2160113

"Check it out! She's got a boy," the short girl with crazy hair says with a Latin accent. She steps close to you, sizing you up, and you feel an aura of danger from her. You've been around delinquents before. "You're Logan King, right? Can't believe we've got a real live Lucheng executive in our little school. Oh yeah," she adds with a smug smile in response to your surprise. "I already know everything about you, rich boy."

"You've got me at a disadvantage," you say politely.

"True." The Mexican girl smiled and points at herself, then at the tall girl. "I'm Sombra, and she's Widow. You look like you know how to handle yourself, King. So let me tell you this. Stay away from the vice principal's little pet here. You won't do yourself any favors by being seen with her."

Fareeha has her fists tightly clenched at her sides. "S-s-smoking on school grounds is -- is prohibited by --" Widow cuts her off by blowing smoke in her face. Fareeha chokes and has to cough it out for several seconds.

"Why don't you hang with us instead, chulo?" Sombra says. "You seem like a pretty cool guy. I know all about what you did at your last school. Impressive stuff, even to me. Never thought a corporate boy would do something like that."

Amari-chan is mad now. "That's it, I -- I'm going to report you to -- to --" She takes an ill-advised step forward as she raises an accusatory finger.

Widow interprets it as a threat and grabs the raised hand, squeezing it ungently. "Or what, ma cherie?" She asks sweetly. Fareeha cries out in pain as her hand is crushed. Sombra has her eye on you, ready for you to try something.

>Make them back off. Force them if you have to.
>Taunt the girls to draw their attention away.
>Protect Fareeha while she gets out of there.
>Agree to hang with them if they let Fareeha go.
>Defuse the situation with a joke.
>Write-in.

>>2160122
>Defuse the situation with a joke.

>>2160122
>>Defuse the situation with a joke.
>Still hang with Fareeha, though.

>>2160122
>>>Defuse the situation with a joke.
>>Still hang with Fareeha, though.

>>2160122
>Make them back off. Force them if you have to.

>>2160122
>Defuse the situation with a joke.
>Agree to hang with them if they let Fareeha go.
>Still hang with Fareeha, though.

>>2160122
>Send widow a dick pic

>>2160137
Changing to this because it's the dumbest possible thing, thus in-character for Seeker. Although also adding
>Agree to hang with them if they let Fareeha go.
Because why the fuck not.

>Defuse the situation with a joke.
>Still hang with Fareeha, though.

>>2160137
Supporting

>>2160137
oh, why the hell not

>>2160126
>>2160128
>>2160130
>>2160135
>>2160145

>Defuse the situation with a joke.
>Still hang with Fareeha, though.

Sorry, dick pickers, this still wins. Writing.

>>2160122
>>2160153

You see tears in Fareeha's eyes even as she grits her teeth in anger. "Let go of me," she says in a strained voice growing in anger. "Right. NOW."


"Woah, hold on a second," you say, raising your hands in a gesture of peace. "This has gotta tense real fast, but let's just chill out. I can't get involved in a fight on my first day at a new school or I'm pretty sure my mom will literally fire me into the sun."

Widow looks at Sombra, who nods and says, "She'd do it, too."

You look back and forth between the delinquents and the lonely class rep, realizing something. "Listen, I know I'm just the transfer student, but it seems to me like you guys have something in common here."

"Oh?" asks Sombra. "What's that?"

"You all could use someplace quiet, away from the crowd. I get that you butt heads, the bad girls versus the dutiful class rep and all, but -- okay, for starters, can we just --" Carefully, not making any sudden movements, you reach out and disentangle Widow's fingers from around Fareeha's hand. She lets you do it, staring at you with an unreadable expression. Her blue skin is cold and smooth against yours.

"Okay, there," you say, returning each hand to its respective owner. "So here's what I'm thinking. Everyone here is some kind of outsider, right? Sure you're on different ends of the popularity spectrum, too bad or too good, but from a certain point of view, you're still in the same situation." You can tell that the girls are considering your words, so you forge ahead. "So why don't we say the roof is like a neutral ground. All three of you can come up here when you need to and just not bother each other. We can even say it's a school club so Amari-chan has something good to say to her mom about you two. I'll be in it too, so we can call it, uh, the Help the Idiot Transfer Student Club," you say, trying to make a joke. It's a bad one, but it still works. Sombra chuckles, and you see the barest hint of a smile at the corner of Widow's lips. Fareeha's expression softens.

There isn't anywhere to put your food down until Widow takes a blanket out and lays it down, gesturing that you can join them. The four of you end up eating lunch together on the blanket. In between bites of your sandwich, you keep the awkardness at bay by trading smart-aleck comments with the quick-witted Sombra. Widow stays mostly silent until out of nowhere she offers to let you try a piece of food from her boxed lunch. Clearly put out that she was beaten to the punch, a frustrated Fareeha quickly follows up with her own offer, and Sombra joins in with a gleeful smile just to frustrate you further. You end up fighting off three sets of chopsticks holding outstretched food.

Overhead the bright noon sun reaches its zenith. You're halfway through your first day at Overwatch Gakuen.

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>>2160176

More tomorrow!

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>>2160180
fucking reaper in the background ahahaha

>>2160180
I always pictured that relationship as more maternal.

>>2160180
Reaper makes this scene just right.

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>>2160176

With three girls all competing to have you try their lunches, you end up eating a lot that day. Which makes it that much worse when you realize that right after lunch period is PE class. Fareeha wishes you good luck with a look of trepidation as you part ways. Soon you understand why.

There ought to be some kind of law against this, you think as you turn the corner on yet another lap of the grassy field, groaning as your still-full stomach lurches. Normally you'd take a moment and walk to settle things down, but your class is taught by the gym instructor from hell. Reyes-sensei, a severe-looking American in a dark hooded sweatshirt, has no patience for anyone slowed down by a heavy lunch. He barks orders across the field, demanding performance and criticizing slackers, only taking his eagle-like gaze off the runners to glance at the stopwatch and clipboard in his hands.

At the other end of the field, the Year 2 boys class is spread out on the baseball diamond. The green-haired guy is up to bat, and watch as he crushes a pitch for a home run while shouting something about dragons.

The kid with dreadlocks, who introduced himself as Lucio before the run started, is having a hard time as he runs beside you. "Wish I had my roller blades for this ..." he says. He perks up at spotting something across the field and pokes at you. "Hey, check it out. Year 2 girls' class is coming out!"

The girls class emerges from the change rooms in their white shirts and bloomers. You see the running girl talking with Widow, or rather she's talking while Widow is trying to ignore her. They both look incredible in those shorts. Goddamn, look at those --

And you run straight into a tree, smashing your face and falling backwards onto your ass.

"Who was that?" demands Reyes, somehow instantly there and casting a critical eye over your accident. "King? Goddamn it, new kid, how do you get so lost you can't find your way around a square field? Give me twenty, right this instant!"

(Continued)

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>>2161141

You groan and roll over. Twenty push-ups later, you flop onto the grass on your back again, looking up at the sky. The lap-running seems to have stopped, all the boys standing or walking it off and trying to catch their breaths, so you just lay there for a while. A shadow falls over you, and you see the running girl looking down at you from above, appearing to be upside-down from your point of view. "Heya! How's your first day going, transfer?"

"Oh, you know," you say. "Making lots of new friends. Especially that tree."

She giggles. "Yeah, I saw that. You must've been real distracted by something to do that, huh?" She winks at you and sits next to you in the grass. "I'm Lena Oxton. I suppose I'm your senpai since you're in the Year 1 class, but you can just call me Lena, everyone does."

It's weird to call someone you barely know on a first-name basis without using honorifics, but if she says so. "All right, Lena it is," you say, getting back up into a sitting position. "I guess you can call me Logan."

"What do you think of your first day so far?" she asks.

>It's crazy. There's a robot, a gorilla, a blue girl ...
>It's great, there's a lot of cute girls.
>I like it here. I think I'm going to fit right in.
>It's messed up. Get me out of here!
>Seems like an ordinary high school to me.
>I'm confused, is this supposed to be Japan or what?
>Write-in.

>>2161152
>I'm confused, is this supposed to be Japan or what?
>It's great, there's a lot of cute girls.

>>2161152
>>It's great, there's a lot of cute girls.

real talk Raven where did you get all the school pics for everyone

>>2161152
>It's great, there's a lot of cute girls.
>I like it here. I think I'm going to fit right in.

>>2161152
>>It's great, there's a lot of cute girls.
Like the robot. What I would give to strip the chrome of her lugnuts.

>>2161152
It’s crazy awesome. I think I’ll like it here.

>>2161152
>I'm confused, is this supposed to be Japan or what?
>It's great, there's a lot of cute girls.

>>2161152
>>I'm confused, is this supposed to be Japan or what?

>>2161152
>It's great, there's a lot of cute girls.
>like you.

>>2161178
second

>>2161178
Supporting. It's good to see anons being slightly less autistic and virginal than normal.

>>2161154
>>2161161
>>2161162
>>2161163
>>2161170
>>2161176
>>2161178
>>2161181
>>2161187

>It's great, there's a lot of cute girls.
>like you.
>I'm confused, is this supposed to be Japan or what?

Writing.

>>2161161

The internet is a magical place, anon.

>>2161210
>The internet is a magical place, anon.
it really is

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>>2161210


"It's great!" you say with enthusiasm. "There's a lot of cute girls here. Especially you!" You give her rogueish smile #2. She rolls her eyes and laughs, but doesn't object. "It's good to meet you properly, Lena," you continue. "When you ran off from me this morning I wondered when I'd get the chance to talk to you again."

"Well, here I am," she says. "Us upperclassmen have to make sure our juniors are settling in all right." She raises an arm straight up and waves energetically at the baseball diamond, where her green-haired friend waves back to her from the pitcher's mound.

"It's all a little strange," you admit. "Especially the part about how there's, like, two Japanese people in the school and everyone else is from all over the world. And speaking English. I'm confused, is this Japan or what?"

"Of course," Lena says innocently. "Where else would it be?"

"Good question," you say, realizing you probably won't get anywhere with this. "So uh, how's your class going? Is the girls' instructor as crazy as the boys'?"

"Pretty much," Lena says. "We love her, but she can be, umm -- intense?"

You hear a coach's whistle, and Lena immediately leaps to her foot. "That's us. You'll see what I mean. Laters!" She waves to you as she dashes off to rejoin the other Year 2 girls. They're all lining up in a row, facing the same way, trying to straighten their posture.

The girls' instructor appears, a massive woman with magnificent musclulature and bright pink hair. She walks up and down the line like a drill sergeant inspecting her recruits. The girls watch her with reactions that vary from fear to awe. "Very good, my girls!" the woman says with a heavy Russian accent. "You haf done very well this year. Soon you will be stronk women, like me!" She flexes a bicep that could probably crack a man's skull like a walnut. "Now let us begin ze training!"

You look back at the baseball diamond just as the bespectacled gorilla steps up to bat. The green-haired kid is charming his band of admiring girls in the stands and not really paying attention -- he throws a pitch that gets away from him, and it hits the gorilla square between the eyes, cracking his glasses.

The gorilla lets out a bestial roar and turns a bright red, his gym uniform shirt ripping to shreds as his muscles swell. He leaps forward, landing with a thud in front of the pitcher's mound, and swings a huge fist that batters the green-haired kid a mile high. Ouch, you think as you watch him fly off. He'll need to be rebuilt as a cyborg after that one. The distraction pulls your attention away from the rampaging ape now bounding through the gym field, and before you realize it, he's leaping towards you and a mighty ape fist swats you into the sky. The last thing you remember is the grass rushing towards you --

(Continued)

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>>2161316

-- until you wake up in a medical bed with clean white sheets. Your shirt and jacket are gone, but several white bandages are wrapped around your torso. You ache where the gorilla punched you, but that's all. You prod gently at the injury, but you seem to be fine other than moderate bruises. Aren't gorillas crazy strong compared to people? And you flew really far when he hit you. That should have broken several bones at least, right?

You push yourself up to a sitting position and look around. You're in a small office with a couple of beds and an exam table, posters of anatomy and nutrition on the walls, a toy skeleton on a cabinet. At the desk, humming quietly to herself as she writes something, is a stunning blonde. Are all the girls and women at this school incredibly hot? you ask yourself. And is this woman the hottest one yet? The competition is getting serious.

The woman glances up to see you looking at her. "Ah, I see you're awake, King-kun." She gets up from the desk and stands by your bed, looking at you from above with a gentle smile, her golden hair highlighted by the light. "I'm the school nurse, Ziegler-sensei, although I know that's hard to pronounce in Japanese, so you can call me Mercy. How do you feel?"

>Like I've died and gone to heaven.
>Like I got punched by a gorilla.
>Just fine, thanks.
>How are my ribs not broken?
>Is that green-haired kid all right?
>Aren't we speaking English?
>Write-in.

>>2161320
>Like I got punched by a gorilla.
>How are my ribs not broken?
>Is that green-haired kid all right?

>>2161320
>Like I got punched by a gorilla.
>>Is that green-haired kid all right?
We also need to stop poking holes in the setting.

>>2161320
>I wasn't aware Ziegler was pronounced any differently in other languages
>Like I got punched by a gorilla.
>Aren't we speaking English?

>>2161320
>Like I've died and gone to heaven.
>How are my ribs not broken?
>Is that green-haired kid all right?

>>2161320
>>Like I've died and gone to heaven.
>>How are my ribs not broken?
>>Aren't we speaking English?

>>2161320
>Is that green-haired kid all right?
>Aren't we speaking English?

>>2161320
>Like I've died and gone to heaven.
>How are my ribs not broken?
>Is that green-haired kid all right?

>>2161320
>>Like I've died and gone to heaven.

>>2161320
>Like I've died and gone to heaven.
>Aren't we speaking English?

>"But Ziegler-sensei, I think he hit me below the belt, could you check it out to make sure everything is alright?"
When she objects
"Don't worry! You're a doctor right? If we're lucky I might examine you in a little bit."

>>2161323
>>2161324
>>2161326
>>2161332
>>2161335
>>2161338
>>2161340
>>2161342
>>2161347

>Like I've died and gone to heaven.
>How are my ribs not broken?
>Is that green-haired kid all right?
>Aren't we speaking English?

Writing.

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>>2161375


"Like I've died and gone to heaven," you say, meaning it. "Aren't we speaking English, though?"

Mercy raises an eyebrow. "You're either quite bold or took more of a bump on your head than I realized." She puts her hand on your forehead to check your temperature, and your attention is grabbed by the sensation of her touch. With her other hand, Mercy clicks on a pen-light and shines it in one of your eyes, blinding it momentarily, then the other. "Response seems normal. Hmm." She clicks off the light and sits back.

"How am I okay, anyway?" you ask her, thinking back to getting slammed across the field by a rampaging gorilla. "Shouldn't I have at least a few broken ribs?"

"The wonders of biotic medicine, King-kun," Mercy says, crossing the room to pat a technological device shaped like a white staff. "My own creation, able to easily heal wounds sustained in combat."

"Wait, so you created a magical healing staff?" you ask her. "Shouldn't you be a researcher as a leading hospital, or medic for an elite combat team? Why are you a school nurse?"

"Are you implying that taking care of our best and brightest students, our hope for the future, is not an equally vital task?"

"Uhh -- I guess so? Speaking of which, what happened to the green-haired kid? Were you able to fix him up the same way?"

"I'm afraid not," Mercy sighs. "His condition was critical by the time he arrived here. I had to take more extensive measures." She pulls back the curtain around the other medical bed, revealing the green-haired kid has been fully converted into a cyborg. "How is my latest creation feeling?" asks Mercy in a sweet voice.

"I'm no longer a man!" the kid screams, leaping from his bed and jumping out the window with the shattering of glass.

"Wait! Genji, come back!" Mercy runs to the window and calls after him. "I haven't told you about the best features of your new body--!"

You decide that now is a good time to make your leave before you get any parts of your own replaced.

Making a hasty exit from the nurse's office, you breathe a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, once again aren't paying attention to where you're going. In the hallway you collide with and fall in an embarassingly compromising position on top of:


>Fareeha
>DVa
>Widow
>Lena
>The robot
>The vice principal
>Write-in

>>2161417
Dva.

>>2161417
>D.Va
Seems like she fits the bill the best for this kind of encounter

>>2161417
>Reyes, the gym instructor.

>>2161417
>Fareeha

>>2161417
>The vice principal

>>2161417
D.Va

>>2161417
>Fareeha

>>2161417
>DVa

>>2161417
>DVa

>>2161417
>>Widow

>>2161422
>>2161426
>>2161436
>>2161441
>>2161444

>DVa

Writing!

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>>2161464

You fall on top of DVa, your seatmate, gaining a brief glimpse of her startled expression before the two of you collapse in a heap of tangled limbs. When it's over, and after a moment for the dust to settle, you realize you're laying on top of her with her legs splayed on either side of you, and the comfortable pressure against your cheeks is her chest. Sure enough, you landed with your face right in between her breasts.

For about half a second you enjoy it before your sense of shame kicks in and you scramble backwards, apologizing profusely. DVa's face is already red as she brushes herself off, but it gets even redder when you avert your eyes and point out that her skirt is hiked up. She pulls it down in a huff.

"Sorry," you say, extending a hand to her. "I'll pretend I didn't see anything."

"Hrmph. So what're you doing out here?" she asks. "Besides bumping into and molesting vulnerable young girls."

"I was in the nurse's office just now," you say. "Got punched by a gorilla. What about you?"

"Skipping class to play video games," she says, showing you a handheld game console. "Want to join me? It'll be a while before they know you left the nurse's office."

"Sure."

You follow Dva to a secluded alcove where the two of you can hide from the prying eyes of the school staff. She shows you the game she's playing, something where she controls a young blond man with a pointy hat who leaps about with a sword and really enjoys cooking. After several minutes, she groans as her character is killed by a mob of angry goblins, and hands you the game console. "We'll trade off when we die," she says.

You do your best, but the controls are unfamiliar and you're soon clobbered to death. You hand the console back with a sigh. DVa starts up again, her tongue sticking out in concentration.

When the moment seems right, you:

>Ask her about the game tournaments she won.
>Ask if she's part of any school clubs.
>Ask her about her home life.
>Ask if she has a boyfriend.
>Make a move.
>Write-in.

>>2161533
>Ask her about the game tournaments she won.
>Ask if she's part of any school clubs.

>>2161533
>>Bullyflirt.
>>Ask if she's part of any school clubs.
Obviously the best course of action.

>>2161539
Supporting this

>>2161539
This

>>2161533
>>Ask her about the game tournaments she won.
>Make a move.

>>2161539
this

>>2161539
Any other choices?

>>2161539
Absolutely B U L L Y the D.Va

>>2161537
>>2161539
>>2161541
>>2161542
>>2161546
>>2161554

>>Bullyflirt.
>>Ask if she's part of any school clubs

Bully Limiters Disengaging

>>2161533
>>2161591

"So, are you part of any school clubs?"

"No," she says. "I'm trying to get a gaming club started, but I can't get enough people. Everyone is busy doing normie stuff trying to enrich their lives, like sports or music. Bleh."

"Ever thought about joining a different club?" you ask. "You could do something other than play games."

>Having hobbies that aren't gaming

"Did you just greentext in real life?"

>Not greentexting irl

"You're such a nerd," you say, shaking your head. You look at the smug grin on her face. "I think that's why I like you, though."

"W-wait, what?" she says. "You like me? How do you mean?"

You give her Rogueish Smile #2 and don't say anything for a moment, letting the tension build. Then you reach out and ruffle her brown hair. "I like you like some kind of cute little Dorito gremlin."

DVa scowls and moves your hand away. You can tell the possibilities are still rolling around in her head, though. After a few moments she says, "M-maybe you could join the gaming club. I don't remember how many people we need, but it's a start."

"Maybe I will," you say. "I was thinking about -- hold on. What the hell is going on over there?"

A group of students has clustered by a window to the front courtyard, talking excitedly in hushed voices.

"Let's check it out," you say to DVa, and she follows you to the window where you find Lucio among the crowd. "What's going on?" you ask him.

"Check it out," he says, pointing outside.

You look down into the courtyard to see a huge vicious-looking black dog with pointed ears prowling the grounds. The PA system squeals to life. "Children, there's nothing to be alarmed of," Vice Principal Amari says. "Everything is safe. The situation is being taken care of. Do not go outside. Go back to your classrooms and do not come out, or you will receive ... the penalty." The voice clicks off.

"What's the penalty?" you ask Lucio.

He shrugs. "Don't know, don't want to find out. Damn, that is a weird dog." It's kind of skinny, more like a coyote or a fox, but it looks dangerous enough.

As you watch, the dog heads off to the big statue of the principal in the center of the courtyard and lifts its leg. Lucio looks on in disgust as a stream of dog piss fountains over the base of the statue. "Aw, c'mon! The disrespect! That's just wrong, man. Just wrong."

Right now the black dog is only being rude, but somebody who didn't hear the announcement might go outside, or already be out there, and then what? The two punks or the delinquent girls might be out in the smoke pit right now, about to stroll back into the courtyard at any moment.

>Go down and deal with the situation before someone gets hurt.
>Wait here, but go down if somebody's in danger.
>Stay right here and don't get your face bitten off by a huge dog.
>Write-in.

>>2161693

>>2161693
>>Go down and deal with the situation before someone gets hurt.

>>2161693
>>Wait here, but go down if somebody's in danger.

>>2161693
>Wait here, but go down if somebody's in danger.

>>2161693
>>Go down and deal with the situation before someone gets hurt.

>>2161693
>>Wait here, but go down if somebody's in danger.

>>2161693
>Go down and deal with the situation before someone gets hurt.

>Wait here, but go down if somebody's in danger.
Why haven't we bulled D.Va?

>>2161693
>Go down and deal with the situation before someone gets hurt.

>>2161693
>>Wait here, but go down if somebody's in danger.

>>2161693

>Go down and deal with the situation before someone gets hurt.

>>2161693
>Go down and deal with the situation before someone gets hurt.

>>2161705
>>2161713
>>2161718
>>2161723
>>2161732
>>2161747

>Go down and deal with the situation before someone gets hurt.

Calling it before we tie again. Writing.

>>2161693
>>2161748

"I'm going down there," you say.

"What? No way, man!" Lucio says. "That's crazy! Just wait for Animal Control to get here."

"What if someone didn't hear the announcement? They might walk into the courtyard at any time."

"I mean, the teachers will block off the doors, right?"

"I know I've been here for less than a day," you say. "But does the faculty here really seem like they're capable of executing an emergency plan? I saw the history teacher, that big German guy, arguing with a broom."

Lucio reluctantly concedes your point.

"Don't worry about me," you say. "I'm great with dogs."

You turn to leave, but stop when DVa tugs at your sleeve. "Don't do anything stupid, okay?"

"Too late for that," you say, smiling at her. You pat DVa on the head a couple times, and she makes a grumpy face as she pretends not to enjoy it.

You slip away from the group and head down the utility stairs.

Emerging from the little-used metal doorway into the grassy courtyard, you cautiously approach the big black dog, trying to use the statue of the principal as cover. As you get closer, you realize that you don't have the faintest inkling of a plan. You were kind of hoping one would occur to you right about now, but nothing is coming.

Right about the time you realize that, the dog sniffs the air and catches your scent. He turns around and growls menacingly. He slowly begins to approach, a predator's slow prowl. From this distance you can see the gold coin attached to his collar is marked "Anubis". Somebody is a little too into Egyptian mythology, you think, right before the dog snarls and leaps to attack.

>Roll a d10!

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>2161784

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>2161784
Hopefully we don't end up being that kid who got mauled by a dog he tried to punch.

Rolled 2, 3, 6, 2, 10, 7, 9, 1, 2, 10 = 52 (10d10)

>>2161784

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>2161784

>>2161789
>>2161790
>>2161792

>1,5,6

Writing.

>>2161784
>>2161800

It turns out that wrestling a huge angry dog to the ground is difficult. Pretty soon you're the one pinned down by the dog's weight while he snaps his jaws at you, barely kept away from your face by your outthrust hand pushing him away as hard as you can. Spittle lands on your cheek, steamy hot breath blasts in your face. Fanged teeth clash, huge canines merely inches away from biting off your nose.

Then a sudden yelp, and the weight is lifted. The dog is yanked backwards by its collar. It turns to fight, snarling, but his captor raises a rope, skillfully loops it around the dog's snapping jaws, and pulls it tight. Suddenly the dog can no longer open its mouth. He growls and whimpers as he struggles to get free, but the man holding him has the strength to keep him restrained long enough until the dog is hogtied and on the ground.

A gloved hand is extended, and you take it and pull yourself to your feet. You take a good look at your rescuer for the first time and see a man with a mask covering his face, a glowing red visor over the eyes. Above the mask is close-cropped blonde hair fading to white. He wears a blue blazer.

"Nice one," you say.

"I'm just doing my job," the man says in a gravelly voice, looking down at the dog. "He should've stayed off my lawn."

"Who are you?" you ask, a little puzzled as to what a mysterious masked man is doing in a school courtyard.

"I don't have a name," he says. "Not anymore. But in the papers, they call me Teacher 76. Wherever a student is in danger, I'll be there. I'll fight for your education, so you don't have to."

"Thanks?" you say, a little confused at this peculiar character.

You hear the school doors opening and turn around to see an elderly woman with an eyepatch. She must be the Vice Principal. She comes out into the courtyard, followed by Fareeha at her side and several of the older students behind her. You turn to see the reaction of the mysterious Teacher 76, but he's somehow disappeared into thin air.

"What happened?" asks Fareeha.

"Yes, child," Amari-sensei says, her voice a perfect mixture of loving kindness and sharp severity. "Please explain how you came to be in this courtyard when I expressely instructed that all students were to remain in their classrooms and indoors."

"Uhhh -- well, I was worried about the other students, so I thought I'd come down here. It didn't work out great, but this weird guy in a mask with a glowing visor saved me?"

Amari-sensei says, "A mask with a glowing visor, you say?"

"I know it sounds weird, but it's the truth."

"Oh, I believe you," she says. "All too well, I'm afraid." She sighs. "He should be here any minute now ..."

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"What's this?" asks a friendly male voice. A man makes his way through the crowd of kids, a man with strangely familiar close-cropped blonde hair fading to white. He's wearing a slightly different blue blazer this time, and no mask. "Why, it looks like the mysterious Teacher 76 has saved another student! Truly, the man is a hero for the ages."

"Of course, Jack," Amari-sensei says, rubbing her forehead like she's got a headache.

Hearing that, and listening to the whispers from the students surrounding him, you realize that this man is Jack Morrison, the school principal. He crosses over to you and places a friendly hand on your shoulder. "This young lad acted with bravery and compassion. Surely we can take that into account."

"I suppose so," Amari-sensei says wearily. "Now go back inside, Jack."

"But I just--"

"Now," the Vice Principal commands, and the Principal meekly agrees and retreats back inside the school. She looks at you, her one eye sharply critical, and says, "My office. Now."

Soon you're in Amari-sensei's office. You can sense the pain of generations of students haunts these four walls. You squirm in the uncomfortable chair, pinned down by the Vice Principal's steely one-eyed gaze.

"So, young man," Amari-sensei says to you, and folds her arms neatly on her desk. "What have you got to say for yourself?"

>I'm sorry.
>I just wanted to keep the other students safe.
>I just wanted to look cool.
>I like dogs, I wanted to make friends.
>Flirt.
>Write-in.

>>2161950
>>Flirt.
Of course.
>I just wanted to keep the other students safe.

>>2161950
>I just wanted to keep the other students safe.
If we flirt with Ana we're dead. Also don't mention best girl or we'll be deader.

>>2161950
>I just wanted to keep the other students safe.

>>2161950
>Flirt

>>2161950
>I like dogs, I wanted to make friends.
Most amusing option.

>>2161955
But what does Ana have to do with Tracer?

>>2161950
>I just wanted to slip my sausage in fareeha.

>>2161950
>flirt
>flirt hard.
>I just wanted to keep the other students safe.

>>2161953
>>2161963
Supporting

>>2161963
changing to this

>>2161963
Always this

>>2161963
Fuck it, let's flirt. Changing to support.

>>2161953
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>>2161982

>flirt
>flirt hard.
>I just wanted to keep the other students safe.

I admire your commitment to flirting if nothing else, anons. Writing.

>>2161950
>>2162002


"I just wanted to keep the others safe," you say. "I might be new here, but I take the bond with my fellow students very seriously." You get annoyed with yourself. It's actually the truth, what you just said. But you can't help but sound like you're lying whenever you talk to authority figures. Something about them forces you to sarcasm.

Amari-sensei says dryly, "And so you decided the best course of action was that, instead of trusting in the faculty and senior students, you would go down into the courtyard, alone and unarmed, to confront a dangerous animal."

"I mean, when you put it like that, it sounds bad --"

She raps her desk with a ruler to cut you off. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't inform your parents of this incident, and suspend you for a week. It would be a serious blow to your reputation at this school, to your academic career, and possibly even your future."

You clear your throat and decide to change tactics. "Did I mention that eyepatch looks very fetching with your hair? The contrast is striking."

For a moment she's silent, and you think you've just dug your hole deeper, but then she says, "Do you think so?"

"Absolutely. That and many other things I could name regarding your remarkable fashion sense. I might also say that your presence is quite commanding as well, which is of course important for someone such as you, with so much responsibility over something so vital -- education. I'm very interested in the subject," you add.

"Really," Amari-sensei says. "Tell me more about your views on ... education."

A few minutes later you're well on your way to having this in hand. The Vice Principal is laughing and telling you an old story about a delinquent she once punished, and you're learning against her desk at what you think is a rakish angle, when the door opens and Fareeha appears. She takes one look at the situation, starts to blush with anger and embarassment, and shuts the door again.

"Oh dear," Amari-sensei says wearily. "I'll be hearing about this one at dinner tonight. You'd better run along now, King-kun. Perhaps we'll discuss your education another time."

You exit the Vice Principal's office to find Fareeha still there. She talks to you without looking at you. "Reinhardt-sensei wanted me to see if you were ready to return to class. Come on." Without waiting she walks off.

You jog after her. "Wait, Fareeha, it was only -- I was just -- it wasn't what it looked like --"

She stops and jabs her finger at your chest. "You! Were flirting! With my mom!" she hisses at you, and you have no response.

The rest of the day, Fareeha avoids looking back at you in class. You pass the rest of the day trying to pay attention to your schoolwork, but there's been too much craziness today to focus on any of it. When time the bell rings to signal the end of the day, you can't remember anything except a big blur, and have to ask DVa to borrow her notes in the library later this week.

(Continued)

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>>2162048

You head down the shoe lockers, hoping to catch Fareeha and try again to apologize, but she isn't here. Probably has some class rep duty or other. You sigh, put on your outside shoes, and head out into the courtyard. Jack Morrison's statue still has the butt spray-painted on it. In the confusion regarding Anubis the dog, nobody seemed to notice. Kids are seeing it now, though, clustered around it excitedly and talking. You walk past them, intending to head straight home and think about what a weird day you've had.

You're about halfway through the courtyard when the earth erupts under your feet.


A huge kid in African war paint, cargo pants, and a massive cybernetic arm with spikes lands in front of you. "Hold up, new kid," he says in a booming voice. "You haven't dealt with me yet."

"How did you come out of the ground like that?" you ask, both puzzled and impressed.

The big guy grabs you by the collar with his regular arm and hoists you into the air. Apparently he's super strong even without the robot arm. "You better start paying some respect, boy," he says. "I'm the boss around here, and apparently you haven't learned that yet. So I better show you why." He reaches back with the big cybernetic arm, and you think that if getting punched by a gorilla earlier was bad, it's about to get a whole lot worse.

"Give him a break, Doom," Sombra says, annoyed. Her and Widow are loitering by the school gate. "He's cool, all right?"

"Cool?" says the huge guy. "Are you serious, bro? Just look at him!" He drops you to the ground and you fall on your ass, coughing as you try to catch your breath. The big guy, Doom, looms over you, judging you silently. After several moments of ominous silence he says, "All right, dude. If Sombra says you're cool, I'll give you one chance."

"A chance?"

"To prove yourself. Show everyone here at Overwatch Gakuen that you got the stuff. We're gonna meet up tonight at the mountain. And we're gonna settle this like men!" Doom raises his hands to the sky. "WITH A DRIIIIFT RAAAAAAAAACE!!!"

>You're on!
>But that sounds dangerous!
>I don't have a car.
>I don't know how to drift race.
>Can I name someone to race in my place for me?
>Write-in.

>>2162051
>I don't have a car
>and I get the chose the sound track playing for both our cars.

>>2162051
>>I don't have a car.
>and I get the chose the sound track playing for both our cars.

>>2162051
>flirt
>I don't have a car

>>2162059
Wait.
>flirt
>I don't have a car
>and I get to choose the soundtrack playing for both our cars

>>2162059
I support this.

Adding
>Flirt

>>2162062
The perfect combo

>>2162051
>I don't have a car.

>>2162051
>Flirt with Sombra
>I don't have a car

>>2162070
>not flirting with Doomfist

c'mon man, where's your sense of adventure?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJ0xBCwkg3E

I say we blast this on both our cars during our drag race in the mountains

>>2162071
Nice and tight, having avoided being fisted.

>>2162051
>I don't have a car
>I get to choose the soundtracks
>Flirt with both Sombra AND Doomfist.

>>2162075
Fuck it, why not just flirt with everyone?

>>2162072
running in the 90s is overdone. There's only one eurobeat track for Overwatch Gakuen Dorifto Race.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkyGTMYZELE

>>2162077
That's the spirit!

>>2162075
>>2162077
He's got a point, changing to this

>>2162078
Night of fire work if we do the drift race during the night no?

>>2162070
This

>>2162054
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>>2162089

>I don't have a car
>I get to choose the soundtracks
>Flirt with both Sombra AND Doomfist.

Anons are thirsty tonight! Writing!

>>2162093
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZtiJN6yiik

hopefully either this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RSUuu_FqHo or this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yK0P1Bk8Cx4
plays

>>2162051
>>2162093

"First of all," you say, scrambling to your feet. "Let me say that you are just -- uh, wow." You look Doomfist up and down, clear your throat, and try again. "That you are one magnificent specimen of humanity, possessed of impressive physique. You are --" Trying to find more eloquent words and failing, you end up summing it up with, "You're a big guy."

"For you," says Doom.

"Woah," you say. "I didn't realize that's how you felt about this. I might be into that given, you know, the right accomodations--"

"What? No, I mean, like -- you're short, so I'm big for you, as in compared to you. What did you think I was saying?"

"Uhhh --" You tug at your collar, suddenly sweating. "Let's get back to the race thing, shall we? I accept your challenge. But on one condition."

"Which is?"

"I get to pick the soundtracks we listen to in the car."

Doom scoffs. "What, are you going to make me listen to ponies and rainbows, like it'll slow me down?"

"No, I just want to make sure we're listening to the same Eurobeat song so it's like a synchronized soundtrack. Oh, and there's one small problem. I don't have a car."

"Ay dios mio," Sombra says. "Are you seriously telling me you don't know how to steal cars out of your parents' garage, rich boy?"

"I mean -- if I had the help of a skilled hacker, it might go more smoothly."

Sombra eyes you a moment, then flips her phone closed. "Well played, chulo. All right, I'll do you a favor, just this once." She blows a pink bubble of gum and pops it. "Meet us tonight at the mountain, Doom. I'll make sure he gets there."

Doom says, "Better watch yourselfout there, new guy. Those mountain roads are pretty dangerous. Over the years a lot of stupid kids have gotten themselves killed there."

"I guess you better be careful," you say.

Doom growls and reaches back to slug you with his robot arm, but it's at full extension, Widow catches his fist. He turns around, and she shakes her head once. He lowers his arm and turns back to glare at you. "See you tonight, nerd."

(Continued)

>Logan “make love not warcraft” King
Yes.

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>>2162133

That evening as twilight falls, you head out to the corner of your street to find Sombra already there, waiting for you. She's changed out of her school uniform and into casual clothes.

"So, King," she says, taking a candy cigarette out of her mouth. "You seem like a guy who knows what he's doing. What do you need help from little old me for?"

"My parents keep updating the electronic security on the place," you say. "It's too much for me to keep up with. Computers aren't really my thing, I just know enough to get by. So now I can't even get through the door code. You, on the other hand. I bet you can crack it."

"What makes you say that?"

"Once I thought about how you knew all that stuff about me, it clicked. You're one of those people who has to know how to get into everything."

"Maybe I am, cabron. Why don't you show me to this door of yours, and I'll see what I can do."

On the way back to your house, you take a sidelong look at Sombra and say to her, "I like your outfit. Especially the, uh --" You make a gesture indicating roundness.

"The pants?" Sombra asks with a sly smile.

"Yeah, that."

>I'm glad things worked out okay on the roof today.
>So how likely am I to die in this race?
>Any tips you can give me about this race?
>You and your friend Widow seem pretty different from each other.
>Is Doom, like, your gang leader?
>Write-in.

>>2162148
>flirt
>Read up on how to drive while sombra breaks in

>>2162148
>Flirt.
>Any tips you can give me about this race?

>>2162148
>>You and your friend Widow seem pretty different from each other.
Flirt
Flirt harder.

>>2162153
This.

>>2162155
My friends
we must up our game

I CHANGE MY VOTE TO!!!
>Seduce

>>2162148
>>Is Doom, like, your gang leader?

>>2162148

When she sees your house, Sombra whistles in astonishment. "Nice place! Your parents really are rich. All right, let's get to work."

You show her the door to the garage. She does something on her phone to disable the cameras, then takes a tablet out from her satchel and starts rapidly pressing buttons on some kind of custom UI, everything composed of purple hexagons. Within a minute she exclaims, "Gotcha," and hits a certain key. The door lets out a chunk sound as the security system disengages.

"Very nice," you say. "Join me inside?"

Sombra steps into the garage after you. "Not bad, not bad. I see a few of these that might actually give Doom a run for his money." She walks past you, looking around, and you take the opportunity to admire her figure in those tight pants.

"So, hey," you say to Sombra. "My parents are away on work for a few days. So uh. We've got the place to ourselves."

"Oh ho?" Sombra turns and puts a finger to her lips. "Just what are you suggesting, King-kun?" She bats her eyelashes at you.

"Just saying that, you know, we've got some privacy. For whatever happens." You lean against the nearest car, real casual. "I figure we've still got an hour or two before we need to head up the mountain. What do you suppose we should do with the time?" You try Rogueish Smile #2 on her. "Anything you can think of?"


That night, you arrive at the site of the race, Sombra riding along beside you in the passenger seat. "That was fun, chulo," she says with a sly grin. "We should do that again sometime." She gets out, shuts the door behind her, and walks off with a sway in her hips. You wipe purple lipstick off your collar and drive through the crowd, which slowly parts ways for you, until you arrive at the designated race starting point.


Doom is leaning against his car, a grotesquely powerful machine with a supercharger sticking out of the hood. "Ready to get crushed, nerd? Don't get yourself killed out there. I look forward to a full year of getting extra lunch money from you."

"Prepare to get wrecked, Mister "Doomfist". Was that really the best name you could come up with?"

"You talk a big game," Doom says. "But that won't matter soon. You're a bug about to get squashed."

On the outskirts of the group you see Fareeha being barred from entry. "We've still got a few minutes, yeah?" you ask Doom.

He laughs. "Getting nervous? Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

(Continued)

>>2162176

You head over to where Fareeha is. "I'm telling you," she argues with the two guys blocking her path. "I'm not interested in your little race club, I just want to find King-kun!"

You head up there and say,"Hey guys, I'll just be a moment here." They turn away to give you some privacy, and you and Fareeha take a few steps out into the darkness.

"I'm still mad," she says immediately. "I -- I just wanted to wish you luck in the race. That's all. I'd hate for something to happen to you after I just met you. I -- I mean -- after you just joined the school. That would upset the students, and be unfortunate for the school. Yes."

"I think I get what you're saying. Thanks, Amari-chan."

She hugs her arms around herself and looks away. "Y-you can call me by my first name if you'd like."

"All right. Thanks, Fareeha."

She looks shocked at the honorific being left off as well, but swallows her embarassment. "G-good luck out there ... L-L-Logan."

You head out to your car, feeling the excitement growing inside you. DVa and Lucio are there to cheer you on. Lucio hoots as Dva shouts, "Go King-kun! You can do this! Pwn his head!"

You get into your car, turn everything on, and rev up the engine, listening to the growing power roar like a beast coming to life. You take hold of the wheel, your fingers slick with sweat. This is it. This is what it all comes down to.

Lena stands between the cars with a pair of racing flags. Someone starts a countdown, and the whole group starts chanting it. At zero, Lena waves the flags with a theatrical flourish. You release the brake, and the tires squeal before finding purchase on the asphalt. Your car peels out just behind Doom's. The speed pushes you back into your seat. Eagerly, you brace yourself and get ready for the first turn.

On the third turn you slam into a lamppost.

The car bounces off the post, skids out of control, and rams right-front corner first into a tree, crushing half the engine and knocking one of the wheels completely off your car. The forlorn tire rolls down the street, passing through of the pools of light from each streetlight and until finally it disappears into the darkness of the forest beyond.

Turns out you can't learn to drift race in one evening. You sigh and toss the booklet labelled "How to Drift Race" into the backseat.

(Continued)

>>2162177

Good thing you buckled your safety belt, you think as you undo it and get out. You're shaken but unharmed. The car is completely ruined, though, and of course the race is lost by almost as much as it's possible to lose. But you're just fine.

You spend a minute or so watching the headlights of Doom's car swerve back and forth through the dark night as he speeds down the trail, unaware that you've wrecked already. Then you turn around and start hiking back up.

By the time you reach the main group, they've realized what's happened. Rushing to check that you're all right are Fareeha, DVa, Sombra and even a reluctant Widow. DVa runs up to you and gives you a big hug, and Sombra does the same from the other side. Fareeha looks on bashfully, still too uptight to do the same, and Widow looks away, pretending to be too cool to care. Yes, you think as you put an arm each around DVa and Sombra. You're just fine. More than fine.

You think that you'll enjoy your time here at Overwatch Gakuen.

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>>2162178

That concludes our bonus anniversary episode!

I hope you all enjoyed yourselves, and that you'll join me for a second year of Overwatch Quest. Thanks for playing!

>>2162179
It was cool thanks for running. Still confused wether we we're in Japan or not

>>2162179
Cheers

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>>2161141
Related.

>>2162179
How come we didnt get to roll for not fucking up so early in the race.

>>2162283
Because we don't actually know how to drift race, we were bluffing and/or overconfident the whole time

>>2163153
Buts its still a driving roll we could have won, Seeker/King has done even dumber shit before(as a teenager in canon as well), and succeeded. Blowing the first race immediately for no reason is still bullshit.

>>2163687
Let's be real, the main reason we lost is because we forgot to queue up an appropriate Eurobeat song.

>>2163754
......fuck it, I guess that's as good an excuse as any.

Why can't we have this instead of actual Overwatch quest though.

>>2163776
Because for some god forsaken reason, some people made a shitpost vote to be a faggot. Blame them for ruining something nice as we wait for the real story to pick back up. Still, using them Overwatch series as a school story gives me a few ideas.

It would have been funny if we took moms hover car and just went down the mountain straight.

>>2164989
......why didn't we?

Huh, just caught up, kind of sad we didn't get a Christmas esque thread might have been funny but then again, mistletoe antics + waifus might be a bad idea.

Or a good one?

>>2167219
>Widow only confirmed character with Mistletoe emote
>widow steals the kiss

>>2167245
I kind of want Mercy and Tracer drunk on eggnog trying to do the mistletoe thing with Logan only to intentionally or unintentionally trip the other up on their respective attempts.

>>2167253
>Tracer faffing about and screwing up kiss attempts all night
>Finally lands one
>Gets so excited she rewinds so she can do it again, and again, and again...

>>2167257
I can see that.

We need gift so for our overwatch comrades!

>>2175887
Medkit for Genji.