Kojiro, after offending his senior class men thoroughly, slowly walked up to Isoroku and Seiya, lightly rubbing the side of his face he had hit. Certainly, this was going to be the worst year of his life if he had to keep talking to women.
He stopped just within earshot of the two to see how it was going. And his face...twisted, not in anger but confusion. God damn it, why was he using him as scapegoat! Not that any of those thing's weren't true.
"Isoroku!" He stormed up to the two, "Let me speak for myself, thanks!"
He stopped just within earshot of the two to see how it was going. And his face...twisted, not in anger but confusion. God damn it, why was he using him as scapegoat! Not that any of those thing's weren't true.
"Isoroku!" He stormed up to the two, "Let me speak for myself, thanks!"