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Ozu is a selfish, two-faced, ambitious and vengeful guy. Some consider him an immature prankster while others see him as downright evil. And he isn't keen on changing how people think about him either. Taking the role of the villain can be fun indeed.
Choosing the tennis club was definitely a good idea. The members were superficial, silly people who only cared about status and fake relationships. They were of no interest to Ozu, but they could be useful if pushed in the right direction. But he didn't have the patience for such a tedious experience. The only thing that kept him in the boring tennis club was two individuals that caught his interest:
1) A suffering fool who's trying too hard in socializing;
2) The raven haired beauty that positively shines as some movie celebrity brought to reality before his very eyes.
Initially, Ozu only observes. He watches how the blundering idiot — because why bother to learn the name of some asshole too high on his horse — fails to achieve the simplest of social interactions. He replies with what he thinks is right, regardless if he even has the knowledge or skill to sell it. He never says what they want to hear. It’s like he doesn’t even realize there are wrong answers in this world. Talk about a guy who believes the world spins around him. What a fool.
But despite everything, there seems to be some sort of connection between them. Maybe it’s a curse. Honest to god, it feels like a curse most days. Even when Ozu does his best to avoid him (and chase after the beautiful tennis player), the unbearable guy seems to drop from the sky just to annoy him with his unasked and unnecessary opinions.
After pondering on it and asking his master, Ozu comes to the conclusion that their bond can only be the black thread of fate. They are bound to each other by the worst of karmas. That can only end badly.
He trusts his master and who is he to declare himself an expert on the paranormal field? Certainly not that guy, that’s for sure.
Eh, if they’re bound together by some ugly dark force, at least it’s not a psychopath. Slowly, Ozu realizes he is okay with that. That guy is the perfect sidekick when you learn how to pull his strings just right.
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His new hobby is looking at the beautiful Keiko-san, tennis player extraordinary, a goddess incarnate and for some reason, an actual good person who cares about others — even those so low down the ladder they should be insects, like him. It's ironic to think her father leads a villainous organization that controls people. Ozu already knew enough of the organization when he entered university to be sure he doesn't want anything to do with it. He avoided any clubs that were affiliated with that cult, especially knowing their leader’s history. So, of course, karma — who really seems to hate him — puts the daughter of that man in his life.
She is indeed quite a beauty: her ivory skin, silky raven hair and easy smile can melt any heart. Including his really ugly, monster little heart.
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That idiot is so obvious about the girl (Akashi, was it?) that it's a wonder how the whole campus doesn't know about the would-be couple already. Well, not like either of them draws attention. The Akashi chick is pretty, no doubt, but her personality is pretty screwed. One short conversation and he knows that she’s a perfect match to the pretentious jerk he can’t shake off. Their stand-offish personalities can only be matched like that. But Akashi is still way too good for that guy. Well, she could teach him a thing or two about humility and cut a bit of his 24/7 drama queen act.
At least, the pretentious guy is good for one thing: he managed to make her smile, Ozu noticed. Time to share his expertise with him! Maybe if they get hitched, karma can back off and let Ozu actually enjoy the best days of his life, aka university time for any Japanese individual.
He tries to give tips, teach jokes, share gift ideas, but the idiot refuses to even listen. It seems he just doesn’t want to get it right. Even the castella cake didn't work. How can you make cake not work? Only that guy could.
That idiot is probably going to die alone if he doesn't do something about the Akashi situation.
Ozu is definitely not that obvious. No one even dares to think the lovely Keiko-san would be involved with his good for nothing bastard ass. He isn't so sure he's happy about that, but it turns out to be a blessing in disguise. Ozu loves trouble and he wouldn't like someone as kind as her to suffer the consequences of his screw ups.
Still, when he jokingly invites her to the festival — expecting a soft laugh and a subtle but very elegant clear ‘no’ — after a successful attempt of dodging her security, he's surprised to hear her agree enthusiastically. Ozu doesn't have the heart nor will to even consider backing off now.
Being real for a sec, he is self-aware, unlike that idiot sidekick. Ozu knows very well that he doesn't deserve her. But Ozu is also a selfish asshole (he knows himself) and he isn't willing to lose her to anyone, especially not to those kiss asses in the club, the weirdos at her father’s organization or losers like his sidekick who would invent a personality for her and make her his personal madonna. She does look the part, too, but Ozu knows Keiko (she asked him to stop using 'san' and call her name, look at them!) is only human. She's anxious, she's afraid of big crowds and has big dreams. Also, her quirky sense of humor is the thing he likes the most. Their contact usually resumes to phone calls and messages and then her sense of humor and lovely voice shine as much as her presence.
Their date goes horribly wrong. All his carefully constructed plans are left to dust (so much for blackmailing the festival committee to be the first customers in all the stands). There were more people than he predicted and they got stranded between the crowd. Then the worst thing that could’ve possibly happened… obviously happened because fuck him. Keiko cried. Being stuck in a crowd panicked her — damn, he knew that, how didn't he think ahead?? Holding her hand and assuring her was there calmed her down but damn, he hoped he didn’t traumatize her. And he couldn't do anything to help. They were both pretty short so not even the fireworks were enjoyable among the masses of giants.
Ozu is a selfish, two-faced, ambitious and vengeful guy. Some consider him one of the worst students to ever join those halls and a future criminal while others just wish he was quieter and less obnoxious. He doesn’t care about any of that. Leave the people pleasing and obsessing over the asshole.
While taking the role of the villain could be fun, he doesn’t want to have that role with Keiko-san. He will make it work with her. But if there's one redeeming quality in Ozu, then it's how he cares for those he loves.
That means this time around, he has to steal the airship. How could he not provide her with the best possible view of the fireworks?
Sure, he could’ve asked, but with his reputation, he knows it’s the only way to go. Plus, he’s gotta impress the rest of those losers (master of course not included) and show them what it’s all about.
(So what if he called Hanuki-san in a fit of anxiety? He needed advice from someone with experience!)
Keiko-san is the best thing that ever happened to her. If with her came some really crazy and dangerous people — actual dangerous people, not the nice and sweet way he was with everyone — then so be it! He’d risk it! An airship can’t be difficult.
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Aaand that was legitimately what he thought then. Eh, even ending up at the hospital is all good, barely any injuries. He could do without the stalkers eying him from the street all the time, but he can manage.
But his personal stalker is back at it again, ugh. At least with the Akashi chick by his side he seems less… awful, if that’s a way to put it.
No way in hell though, Ozu will let him meet Keiko-san! For all the 4 1/2 tatami crying and whining (everyone had to live like that, get with the times, bocchan), the guy did at least have basic looks and a really awful obsession with keeping close to people. Like Ozu himself.
Was he ever going to get rid of this guy? Black string of fate indeed.
“It’s for your sake!” He smiles in the worst way ever. “It’s the way I show love.”
Ugh, is that supposed to be a copy of his face?
He doesn’t know what’s worse: that ugly ass face — no way he looked that bad! — or the fact that it truly looks like they won’t be able to be free of each other for a very long time.
Damn his luck. Maybe in his next life, he’d be free of this guy.