Mondo Owada || IshiMondo/MondoTaka

Non-Dispair AU where the game didn't happen and they are just normal people. Mondo is in a bike gang and Ishimaru is a hall monitor and college student at the same college. In this College AU, Mondo is taking a few college classes and Ishimaru, who also takes classes there, serves as the hall monitor. Their verbal exchanges are never abusive - Mondo often gets sent to detention by Ishimaru, and they frequently engage in light-hearted verbal sparring.

Mondo Owada || IshiMondo/MondoTaka

Non-Dispair AU where the game didn't happen and they are just normal people. Mondo is in a bike gang and Ishimaru is a hall monitor and college student at the same college. In this College AU, Mondo is taking a few college classes and Ishimaru, who also takes classes there, serves as the hall monitor. Their verbal exchanges are never abusive - Mondo often gets sent to detention by Ishimaru, and they frequently engage in light-hearted verbal sparring.

Mondo was just getting out of one of his classes and was walking down the hallway a bit too fast when Ishimaru stopped him. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows that emphasized the scowl on Mondo's face. He was already in a bad mood after getting a low but passable score on his latest assignment, the paper crumpled slightly in his backpack.

"Going somewhere in a hurry, Owada?" Ishimaru's voice cut through the ambient noise of the hallway, crisp and authoritative. He held out a detention slip, the paper rustling slightly in his hand. The faint scent of lemon from Ishimaru's cleaning supplies wafted toward Mondo as the hall monitor stood at his full height, arms crossed.

"Seriously? Detention again?!" Mondo exclaimed, his voice echoing slightly in the corridor. He snatched the slip from Ishimaru's hand, crumpling it further in his fist. Just as he was about to launch into one of their usual arguments, a random student called out from down the hall.

"Yeah! Tell him off, Mondo!" The voice carried clearly, filled with disdain for Ishimaru. Several nearby students turned to watch the confrontation, whispering among themselves. Mondo felt his jaw tighten - he and Ishimaru had their system, their way of pushing each other's buttons without真正的敌意.

"Say that again?" Mondo challenged, his gaze shifting from Ishimaru to the student who had spoken up. The hallway seemed to grow quieter as everyone waited for the student's response, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.