Assassinate with Friendship PV Closed

RP as: Chikao Narumi
English, Japanese, Russian, Giant

"Once Chikao gets off of me,"

As if commanded by a forceful spell, Chikao slowly picked himself up and took a few steps away from Akira. The voice, the tone, to hear the friendliness in Akira was almost threatening to Chikao's heart. A slight moment of regret could be felt in him. Even though he knew what was going to happen, the feeling was certainly more overwhleming than the thought. It felt all too familiar, but the thought of it being forced was also detrementing. Chikao held back the tears of sorrow, but let loose a pound of pure snotful tears down his face: "Acaise!!" Chikao couldn't help but yell out loud the old giant name he gave to Akira. He gave such names to only the closest of friends he had, and at this moment he knew that the three people around him were as such. Those apart of SNACBASH were Chikao's only friends, those who helped lift him up off the ground after the amount of bullying and harshul tones of other students. Chikao never mind such words, but deep down it would always pent up. He could only cry when around these three, and it just wasn't the same for awhile.

After the stretches, Chikao couldn't help it, the tears just kept flowing more and more at Akira's funny comeback, and the fact there wasn't any yelling. "Haisu! Asirreel!" The next to words were the names for Hiro and Aryaan respecively in giant. Even though they all stretched, Chikao could only answer Hiro's question with one word, "Hir!" A term that could only be explained by Chikao's next actions, as he grabbed the other three boys and pulled them in for a group hug. His tears didn't stop, and a bit of snot was bound to fall. It had been too long, and it only felt worse to know it wasn't gonna last forever. He didn't want to let go, not yet. His strength and clouded mind wouldn't allow it.

Action: Chikao using his strength for a group hug
Roll: 1d20+10, 21 accuracy
Roll: 1d20+10 , 15 strength
If you would like to roll against Chikao's accuracy or break free of his hug I have shown the rolls that Tasu has given me.

@Hui Ming@Kim Sato@Avery Chen

Roleplaying as Akira Shimizu from Mahoutokoro
Outfit: Navy Uniform

It was just another day in the life. Getting squashed by Chikao so that his robes were always annoyingly less than perfect, and teasing each other until Akira was out of insults and tired of scoffing all day. Although his face wore a look of perfectly curated annoyance, his friends would know that he only meant to put up a front, but that deep inside, he was happy to jest with them. Because, this group of guys were his best friends, right? There was Aryaan, ever rambunctious in a charming way that knew how to lift a friend's spirits immediately, and who always presented new opportunities for adventure. Even if such ideas were not always reasonable, his efforts could be appreciated. And surely, any friend of Aryaan's was a friend of his. Here was Hiro Bakugo, who was always ready to support him, and who he had already started becoming friends with. There was ...Chikao Narumi, who... who used to be was still his best good friend. (The potion was working spectacularly right now.)

Something...wet...dripped onto his face. It was slimy. And when he looked up, it was coming straight out of Chikao's nostrils. "Ugh!" he scrunched up his face in disgust and held up his hands to block the flow, which unfortunately did not abate. "Keep that to yourself, Chikao. There are some things that even friends don't share, thank you." Why was this boy crying? And calling out his name in giant like he hadn't seen Akira in ten years? Maybe there were some things that he wouldn't even know about Chikao Narumi. "But if someone gave you the wrong look, let me know and I'll secretly make their lives miserable." At that, he narrowed his eyes and gave an evil little grin that one could easily miss if they didn't know how to look for it. He was a model student, and teachers usually believed his word compared to those of others', after all. No one would even think that the spell came from him; his wand-work was discreet, and spells could be cast with a mere whisper.

As Chikao's weight was lifted from his body, he resigned to complete the stretches at Hiro's command. He realized that his muscles and ligaments were a little tighter than he would've liked; the rest of the boys seemed a bit more well-practiced, as they likely stretched a lot after quidditch practice. Determined not to fall behind, Akira would do his best and remember the movements for later.

After standing up, he was caught in Chikao's outstretched arms. There was no dodging this one; it came out of nowhere and enveloped him when he thought they were just going to continue stretching. However, he really should've been smart enough to never let his guard down around Chikao. Soon enough, he realized that getting caught in the embrace wasn't even the worst thing -- it was the crushing strength of it that almost cracked his ribs and squeezed out his lunch. "Hahh!" he couldn't help but spurt out as the air was squeezed from his diaphragm. "Let....go..." he would manage to groan, instinctively struggling to get out of Chikao's tight grasp, even though the attempt was absolutely futile (1+1=2). "Or... I'll....fight....you!" he managed to utter these words with a tone that was less than threatening in his very pitifully entrapped state.

Did he just invoke The Brawl with Chikao Narumi? The fight between friends in the days of old? He did, didn't he?

RP as: Chikao Narumi
English, Japanese, Russian, Giant

Chikao swiftly loosened his grip and wiped the snot from his nose with his robes. A rather disrespectful act to conduct, but he didn't care at all about such a status. He was still overjoyed with nostalgia, but also in shock that his potion worked. At best, he was expecting Akira to vomit the potion up and end up with a couple of laughs with the group. Yet, the potion worked perfectly and it seemed Chikao still had quite the touch in magical means as a pureblood. His lips quivered slightly, but eventually, he regained his composure as the tears dried on his face. He chuckled, and laughed,
"Sorry, sorry," he exclaimed and even bowed with respect to Hiro and Akira. A rare feat for Chikao to lower his head towards others, but he'd always do such a thing for friends.

Chikao didn't stretch as much, as his muscles were always loose and at ready for exercise or a fight. He chuckled again as his feet began to hop back and forth in excitement, "We can fight later Asirel," Chikao felt he had to be careful. There was no telling how long the potion would last, and if certain actions could cause Akira to revert back to his typical ways. "So, what we're we planning? A jog around the school? A bit of martial art practice? Ooh! How about dodging spells from Asirel to test our evasion, accuracy, and endurance?" Chikao grinned at the last one as it was the most violent. He was fine with whatever though, he was just very excited and jumpy at the moment.

@Kim Sato@Avery Chen@Hui Ming