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Lavender eyes seemed to sparkle upon seeing the pink haired man. “ Amazing ! You must be the Itsuki Shu I have heard so much of! I have long admired your work leading Valkyrie, but to meet you in person, the only word to describe such a situation is amazing !”
Shu rolled his eyes at the silver haired man’s theatrics. “Hibiki Wataru, correct?” he asked, despite knowing well who he was (After all, by now, who didn’t know the names of the dreaded Five Oddballs?). Wataru nodded enthusiastically. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, I suppose. Though I’m not sure what your intentions were in calling to meet me. Was it really solely because you’re such a fan?”
Wataru laughed loudly, causing Shu’s frown to deepen. “Well, I only thought it fitting I should properly meet my fellow Oddballs.” Shu winced at that, and Wataru understood why. “Oddball” for all of them, had become a word associated with the hate often spewed at them by classmates, people who had once been friends, the work that had turned the entire school against them. Wataru wanted to change that. “I thought we ought to at least be acquainted… or perhaps closer. Do you not think it might be easier on us, should we bond together, at least have each other as support?” Wataru held out his hand to Shu, who hesitated, but eventually took the hand.
“I suppose you’re right...” he said with a sigh.
“ Amazing !” Wataru responded, pulling Shu up onto his feet. “I look forward to becoming closer friends with you!” Shu backed away a bit once he was steady on his feet, and as he did so, Wataru spoke again. “I must be going, as I’ve plenty of other Oddballs to meet with, and I encourage you to do the same, but for now, I must bid you adieu .” Wataru announced, going as quickly as he came.
Shu sighed, watching as Wataru left, trailing silvery violet hair behind him. He was beautiful, Shu thought, more beautiful than any doll Shu had created before. Perhaps, Shu wouldn’t mind being called an Oddball, if it grouped him with someone like that.