psl/meme catch-all (2025)

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[dresscode]

[ Yay! He won!

Yay! They're playing again!

He points at himself. ]

Haruaki!

[ Has he already forgotten getting smacked with a dictionary? Yes. ♥ ]

[noentry]

[Hitting him again would be useless. At this point, it's only damaging the dictionary.

[So, fine. Names are on the table.]

Aggravating.

[dresscode]

Blazers...

[noentry]

[He sees where Seimei is going with this. Blazer uniforms are aggravating to him; to that end, he's doing well...(Curiously, Sano started grading his own teacher at some point).]

Business.

[Can they get away from uniforms altogether somehow? Doubtful.]

[dresscode]

[ Business...

Why does he think of the Principal first? ]

Secret!

[ Congratulations, Sano! They did manage to get away from uniforms!

For now. ]

isn't being a man kind of gay? ur always with a man

[noentry]

[Secret business? What's on that dirty mind of his now?]

Private.

[dresscode]

Room...

[ As in, his private room full of uniforms. ]

[noentry]

[This would almost sound like flirting if anyone who has ever met Abe Haruaki in his entire life could ever think him capable of flirting.

[Or Sano, for that matter...]

Class.

[dresscode]

[ His expression turns bright as the sun, voice doubly so: ]

Students!

[noentry]

[Ah. Yeah. Sano smiles. Just a little...]

Teacher.

[dresscode]

[ He saw that little smile. Sano can't hide from him.

Unfortunately, though– ]

Grades.

[ Failing ones. ]

[noentry]

[To that end:]

Bad.

[What else can he say?]

[dresscode]

Luck!

[ Have they arrived back at misfortune? Well, yes! ]

[noentry]

Charm.

[dresscode]

[ His cowlick is making a little heart~ ]

Talisman!

[noentry]

[A heart, thinking about that? Haruaki still carries it around too.]

Gift.

[dresscode]

[ Sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform sailor uniform– ]

Birthday?

[noentry]

[He's doing so well. Sano was sure he'd say "sailor uniform" that time.]

Cake.

[dresscode]

[ LICKALICKALICKALICKALICKA ]

Tasty!!

[noentry]

[Stop doing that.]

Tongue.

[Dammit. See what you have him thinking now?]

[dresscode]

[ Doing what? ]

Lips!

[noentry]

[Thoughtless:]

Kiss.

[dresscode]

[ Ah. Well... ]

Never...

[noentry]

[. . .]

You've never kissed anyone?

[dresscode]

[ To his credit, while he's embarrassed by this, he's pretty realistic about the nature of the situation. ]

Do you think someone would reach adulthood with a personality like mine if they ever had friends, let alone someone to kiss them?