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(AN):OORAH

The clear sky spread out over him, dotted with shapeless white clouds as a gentle breeze ruffled through the grass. Warmth beamed down as the teenager sighed and crossed his hands behind his head. "I wanna squeeze some boobs." Hyoudou Issei muttered in a tone of weary longing.

Motohama frowned at the words of the former sports star, readjusting his thick glasses with a sigh. "Stop saying that. You're making me feel empty." The bespectacled teen admitted, his tone full of the teenage angst caused by lack of female contact.

Sitting up in a quick motion, Issei squinted out over the track field as his dark brown eyes wordlessly followed a gaggle of jogging girls. "Matsuda, Motohama... why did we even enroll in this school?" It had seemed like such a good idea back when the private school first announced they were going co-ed, but now Issei was feeling pretty stupid.

A forlorn look crossed Matsuda's face as he rose alongside his brunette friend and tuned out Motohama's by-rote recitation of their former expectations in joining Kuou Academy. Would it kill Motohama to stop goofing around?

"In short, we'll get a harem?" Issei rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets as he stood. They weren't little kids anymore, so he couldn't keep pretending he'd become massively popular just because he got into high school. "This might only be our first week here, but I really don't think that it's going to be any different than middle school. We'll just be the same losers."

Matsuda sighed, covering his buzz-cut scalp like he could hide from the world. "Stop trying to rain on the parade, Issei. You're going to make me depressed before I even get my first rejection. At least let me have my dreams until then!"

Girlish squeals cut over their conversation as a certain blond student passed by, the air seeming to practically sparkle around him.

Female students crowded around Kiba Yuuto and pestered him with questions and invitations. Suppressing a frisson of annoyance, Yuuto screwed on a twinkling smile and shut them down with a gentle "I'm sorry but I have club activities right now. Thank you for inviting me, though. I'm really sorry."

A trio of seething jealous gazes followed the blond-haired, blue-eyed school idol as he strode off.

"Kiba Yuuto. Class 1-C and an idol to all the girls in the school, and an enemy of all boys – us included". Motohama growled lowly, making a dramatic fist.

Kicking at a pebble, Issei hunched his shoulders tighter and scowled. "Damn it! It's stupid how he's getting all the girls just because he's a little handsome, pretty smart, and good-natured! It's such an unfair world."

"Stop saying things like that, you're making me feel empty."

Matsuda checked his watch before grinning suddenly and scooping up his school bag. "It's almost time! Stay here and mope if you want, I've got places to be."

"Where are you going?" Issei blinked in surprise, Motohama turning to study Matsuda with him.

A significant lecherous smile was Matsuda's reply "Where do you think I'd be going in our lovely, once all girls' school? It's time to find some eye candy fellas."

"They seriously hit me with their bamboo swords!" Issei winced as he tried to rub away the stinging from the back of his head. Fixing his two so-called best friends with glares, the brunette gave it up for a lost cause and cradled his forehead in his palm. "I wasn't even looking! I wouldn't complain if I had seen some boobs at least!"

"Unlucky for you Issei!" Motohama smirked as he polished his glasses on the hem of his shirt. "You win some, you lose some my friend. That's the way of the world."

"Fuck off."

A faint creak drew Issei's attention and he tuned out his sniggering friends as he craned his head up at the noise.

Crimson streamers.

Blue orbs.

Haunting beauty stared down at him and Issei could do little but gulp and press a hand over his suddenly racing heart. Sweat beaded on his palms, but just before the heat in his ears would have forced Issei to divert his attention to gain some semblance of self control the wonderous apparition vanished.

A pale delicate woman with the reddest hair he'd ever seen and deep blue eyes had leaned into his world for the shortest minute. She'd simply been enjoying the breeze as it stirred through blood-red strands and he'd been instantly smitten. Without a word and barely a glance she'd left him with shaking knees.

Then she was gone, undoubtedly driven away by his wretchedness. What a cruel world.

"So there are people in the old schoolhouse after all." Matsuda's musing drew Issei from his mire of self-pity. "I heard that the new owner was fixing it up, but I thought it was just bullshit."

Breathing out longing and knowledge that some things were never meant to be, Issei fell back into old habits. "That red hair is so nice." The brunette commented with an admiring tone. "I wonder if it's all natural?"

"Rias Gremory." Motohama grinned as he focused through his glasses. "Rumor says her family comes from Northern Europe. But I'd stay away if I were you. Her nephew is in our class, and I think even you heard about that incident with the rugby team. Some things aren't worth dying for."

All three boys shivered, as if Naruto would jump out of the bushes at them screeching madly and swinging a bloody axe.

"You're just a little human encyclopaedia, aren't you?" Issei laughed awkwardly, trying desperately not to think about how Naruto Gremory would break him in half like he'd supposedly done to the rugby team coach. "Except your only talents seem to be memorizing facts about girls you have no chance with."

Issei was in the same class as the redhaired boy, and while the other boy had always been polite there was still a bit a dangerous air to him. Naruto Gremory wasn't someone he wanted to mess with. Better to not even think about Rias Gremory ever again.

Black and white tangled on a field of contrast, lorded over by a handful of gleaming sinister red chess pieces. "That boy just now..." Rias murmured as she carefully studied the chess board, cradling her chin with dainty fingers.

"Sorry?" Akeno queried quizzically, spawled on the opposite couch as she thumbed through an issue of some American music industry magazine that Rias didn't care to study too closely. Muscle cars and screamo were a little too vulgar for her tastes.

"I mean the one in the middle." Rias clarified, considering all possibilities stretching over the constructed chess scenario before her absently. "There was something off about it, don't you think?"

Rolling her eyes to the ceiling in thought, Akeno bit her lip before nodding decisively. "He's in class 1-B. If I recall correctly, his name is Hyoudou. What about him?" Violet orbs traced over Rias' pensive form as the servant redirected her sole attention to the Gremory noblewoman.

"Nevermind." Rias decided as she leaned ahead and pushed her white pawn into position. "I was probably just seeing things." Drawing back, she stood with an air of grace and pronounced her victory. "Checkmate."

"Oh my." Akeno muttered as she leaned forward, tracing her gaze over the board. "I expected that to take you at least twice as long. Now I'm a bit depressed."

"It was an easy problem." The stripping Rias asserted confidently as she carefully slipped out of her school uniform, throwing it in the hamper and stepping into the clubhouse bathroom for a quick shower. "And I don't believe you."

"I did raise the difficulty quite a bit, though." Akeno defended, moving her eyes from the abandoned chess board to the open bathroom doorway.

"Did you? I hope the next one will be harder." Rias called out as she stepped under the steaming spray.

Even as she lathered up her milky flesh, the redhead found her thoughts returning again and again to that Hyoudou boy. He was nothing special to look at, and from the little she'd seen he was likely as dumb as a post, but there was still something about him that spoke of barely contained power.

"Perhaps Hyoudou possesses a Sacred Gear?" Rias theorized, turning to let the hot shower wash the suds from the back of her shoulders. "Or maybe some latent nonhuman ancestry?"

Akeno took a moment to respond, before shouting back in a distracted tone. "It would best a good idea to keep an eye on him I suppose. And just so you know, Sasuke just walked in."

"And you're just telling me this now?" Rias screeched, embarrassed heat flooding her face. "Close the door you degenerate! And give me some warning next time!"

Naruto resisted the urge to slam his face into his desk, squinting over at the clock that hung above the blackboard. He'd been counting down the minutes all day, waiting for the moment the last bell rang so that he could get the hell out of this torture chamber.

Half an hour to go.

Tearing the corner off his notebook, Naruto balled the little piece of paper up. After cautiously glancing up at the teacher who was seated at her desk, the redhead cranked his arm back and threw the little missile as hard as he could.

Sasuke twitched when the paper ball hit him in the back of the head, the Uchiha sending a toxic glare over his shoulder at the cheeky Gremory heir before deliberately turning back to his school work.

Grinning at the dismissal, Naruto just crafted half a dozen more projectiles, aiming for the back of Sasuke's neck every time. He wondered if the bell would ring first or if Sasuke would finally break down in a roaring fit in the middle of class.

It was probably a bit sadistic of him, but Naruto really wanted to see the second. Japanese high school might be more highbrow than his time in the ninja academy had been, but overall it was just as bland and dull. A little drama or a few pranks would spice things up before he died of boredom.

And considering he was only at the end of his first week and still had months to go, Naruto knew he'd rather pull out his own eyeballs than sit through another few years of this. Fucking Sona and her fucking academic obsessions, twisting his arms and making him go through a full high school career with her.

Naruto pouted when Sasuke absolutely refused to respond to his teasing, folding his arms and glaring at the clock with all the aggression of a pent-up teenager. Twenty minutes to go and he was just about ready to strip naked and re-enact Lord of the Flies in a tenth-grade classroom.

"Hey, give this a shot." The boy seated between Naruto and the window whispered, and he briefly looked over.

Hyoudou handed Naruto a thick white brand-new eraser that was still in its little cardboard jacket, and the devil in disguise leered back ferally.

"You're not so bad." He complimented, scanning over the crowd of students and looking for a decent target.

So what if it was childish? More than one of the kids in the room were adult non-humans in disguise and probably just as bored out of their skulls as he was.

Picking out the glossy dark mane of that one fallen angel girl who'd introduced herself to the class as 'Yuuma Amano', Naruto cocked his arm back and let the eraser fly. It conked right into the back of her head, bouncing off and landing on the floor with a rubbery plop.

The look that Raynare sent back promised unmentionable horrors.

Smirking back cheekily, Naruto waggled his eyebrows.

When she slowly turned back around without rising to the bait, Naruto slumped in disappointment. Was it too much to ask for at least someone to do something entertaining? There might be only fifteen minutes left but he was so bored.

A faint trickle of heat bloomed in his groin, and Naruto hunched over with a frown. This was no time for a boner, and even if it was there was no reason in particular for his stiffy. It wasn't like he'd started having pervy thought.

Damn teenage hormones. This second puberty was killing him.

Reaching down carefully in an attempt to tuck himself carefully under the waistband to hide, Naruto recoiled with a shout when his fingers encountered not hard flesh but a searing holy flame. His crotch was literally on fire.

"Gremory-san!" The teacher crowed like a harpy as Naruto jumped to his feet and began to frantically pat at the flames. Damn it, damn it, why wouldn't they just go out? There were certain things that were never supposed to come near a man's junk, and fire was pretty fucking high the list!

By the time the redhead finally managed to smother out the yellow tinged blaze, it had burned a hole right through the front of his slacks to reveal his toad patterned boxers. "Umm?" he croaked awkwardly, covering the hole with both hands to hide it from the wide-eyed stares of his classmates. "It wasn't me?"

Shinamura-sensei descended with all the fury of a middle-aged spinster, clucking with rage and flapping her hands. "In all my years I've never seen such hooliganism. Playing with fire in my classroom? Get out, get out! I will be having words with the administrator young man!"

Then the grey-haired matron chased him out in the hall, slamming the door behind the bewildered Gremory heir with a slam. The very last thing he saw before the door was closed was the victorious leer on Raynare's face.

Oh it was so on.

Sasuke stepped into the newly formed Occult Research Club's private dorm with a heavy sense of relief. Finally, after enduring the hungry gazes of the female population of Kuoh Academy for a week, he'd get to have a few days of not being raped with their eyes.

"Where's the rest of them?" he asked Koneko, who was sprawled out on the couch mashing her thumbs against the buttons of her Gameboy.

"Who knows?" The nekomata mused, fully absorbed in leveling up her magikarp. 'NARUTO grew to level 12' was proudly displayed on her screen in blinking characters.

Koneko was in class 1-A with Valerie and Ravel, so she hadn't seen any other member of their scattered group since lunch break. "Yuuto said he would take in our applications to join the Cooking Club."

Shucking off his black blazer and throwing it over the back of the empty couch, Sasuke couldn't help but grimace at the reminder of the blond Knight. As bad as he'd had it with all the airheaded girls leering at him, at least they kept their distance. Yuuto was so polite and friendly that he was getting ambushed everyday.

Truly, fangirls were the bane of man.

"You should probably save." Sasuke advised, rolling up his sleeves and switching gears as he crossed the Victorian themed clubroom.

There was a pair of crisp new folders perched on the corner of Rias' desk, and Sasuke knew without even opening it that them that they were full of contract seals. "Unless you want to roam around town trying to work and play a retro Pokémon game at the same time."

Koneko huffed explosively, mashing a few buttons as she saved her progress before shoving the handheld console in her pocket. "Let's get this over with." She muttered, rolling to her feet and stretching in a way that had the hem of her skirt rising dangerously high.

Leaving the folder that Rias had elegantly scrawled Naruto's name across, Sasuke snatched up the other and folded it under his arm.

Amber eyes glinted mischievously "The faster we do this, the faster we can do some grinding."

"I am not playing EverQuest again." Sasuke sighed with exasperation, pulling a sheaf of contract seals out and shoving them into Koneko's hands. "First of all, I have better things to do. Secondly, Warcraft is objectively superior."

"You're a filthy heathen with no appreciation for the classics."

Sasuke let that one slide as they left the club house, jogging across the academy grounds in a hurry before splitting at the front gates and heading in opposite directions.

Honestly, he wasn't thrilled about spending the first half of his Friday evening playing errand boy. But someone had to do it, and Sasuke was rational enough to admit that finding places to tape up what basically amounted to Rias' advertisements was probably the job of a servant.

Zeoticus had been giving him odd looks lately, so maybe it was paranoia, but maybe Sasuke really was on thin ice. Either way, he had a role to play, and he fully intended to succeed.

Grateful that at least it wasn't raining out, Sasuke kept up a light sprint over the asphalt as he moved into the working-class end of town. If there was anyone that would be willing to take a gamble on the supernatural, it would be the destitute and desperate.

Out of a hundred contract seals, maybe one would actually be used by some human down on his luck. And of the ones actually used, maybe a tenth of those would actually follow through on the contract after summoning.

Unlike Hokkaido, there had never been a strong devil presence in Kuoh until the Gremory clan bought the academy. Cleria Belial had once formally reigned in the town, but even then she'd never really done much to fortify her control.

Building up their reputations through contracts would involve a lot of work for very little reward, but every revolution had to start somewhere.

Sasuke just wished that start didn't have to be in a shit-covered bathroom in some run down konbini.

"I'm home!" Ravel yawned, bracing herself against the wall as she kicked off her brown loafers. She could hear the quiet chatter of half a dozen voices and hoped she hadn't missed dinner by staying at the library for a few hours.

It wasn't that the blonde couldn't afford to order some delivery food if she had, but no one wanted to pass up on Yuuto's cooking. The blond Knight had become a veritable gourmet wizard over the past few years, meticulously experimenting with every dish until he truly mastered them.

Padding over the dark hardwood floor in sock feet, Ravel dropped her bookbag outside the door to the kitchen. "Oh good, you're still cooking." She noted as she entered the room, startling Valerie and prompting an easy wave from Yuuto. "Lasagna is it?"

"Four cheese with ricotta." The grey-eyed young man clarified with an easy smile, tapping his fingers on the counter as he watched the clock. "It'll only be another minute or so. Everyone else is already seated at the table."

Recognizing a polite suggestion when she heard it, Ravel hummed and moved towards the dining room, giving her fellow Bishop a tight nod as she passed. Valerie returned it easily enough, and a little knot of tension she hadn't noticed before loosened between her shoulder blades.

In all likelihood she and the other blonde would never be friends, but as the months wore on the situation had become less antagonistic. They played politely enough in front of everyone else, and in private they simply ignored each other. It was quite a difference from the raging hostility that had once boiled in their veins whenever they were in the same room.

"Oh come on, it was just a bit of fun."

"Even so, you shouldn't be bullying other students in general. Doing it to an agent of the Grigori is just asking for trouble." Rias chastised her sullen nephew, shifting her gaze briefly as Ravel entered the room. "Nothing happened this time, but you still provoked her into spellcasting. That can only happen so often before you get caught by the humans, and then where would we be?"

"Fine, fine, mom." Naruto huffed, turning away from his aunt and winking at Ravel once Rias could no longer see his face. "I'll behave." Not he mouthed to Ravel, making her snort with amusement.

Taking the empty seat next to her fiancé, Ravel peered across the table at where Sasuke was murmuring to Koneko and pouring over a map of the city, crossing off neighborhoods with a black marker.

"Making good progress?"

"Some." Sasuke grunted, not bothering to look up.

A little irritated at being ignored, Ravel let the conversation drop. It wasn't like Sasuke scattering contract seals for Rias had anything to do with her in the end anyway. Contract seals could only be bound to a single devil and then networked to their peerage, so Ravel wouldn't be getting a summon until Naruto started handing his out.

Speaking of which – "Did you ever get around to handing out any of your contract seals?" The blonde prodded, turning to Naruto with a questioning gaze.

Naruto just grimaced. "Nah, I'm not like the stiff bastard over there. We've got three years here, so I figured there was no rush to get things all done right off. And besides, there are a few things gramps and I have to straighten out with the Belial clan. I've got no time to be running errands for random people right now."

Which was fair, Ravel allowed, and was probably the reason Rias wasn't hounding Naruto to start fishing for contracts. It was important to settle things with the Belial clan, even if it came at the cost of digging their claws into Kuoh. After Cleria's death and the following scandal the Belials had pulled back from Kuoh, but they'd always maintained at least a vague claim to the territory.

The Gremory were by contrast newcomers, recklessly sticking their nose into the Japanese town. It was a clan dispute that wouldn't escalate to war, but there were a few formalities to observe and apologies to be made. Zeoticus had taken advantage of Lord Belial's relative poverty and weakness to get his foot in the door, now they had to smooth down ruffled feathers before a real grudge formed.

Wishing for once that her fiancé was further down in the line of succession and less caught up in Zeoticus' new power games, Ravel took a pensive sip of water. "I suppose Valerie and I could split them and spread them around for you." She volunteered reluctantly.

Even if she'd rather not work with her rival, Ravel could put aside that friction for the sake of increasing the grip Naruto's clan had on Kuoh. It would be better to spread their net as quickly as possible, before another clan – or worse, one of the youkai factions – tried to cut in.

Grinning sheepishly, Naruto awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "Well I won't say no, you'd be doing me a favour, but I figured I'd just try to bribe Rias into doing it. So don't feel like you have to jump up or anything."

Ravel cocked an eyebrow. "Oho? Too good for a bit of honest work are you now, young master? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. There are lots of people out there who get quite spoiled by a little bit of luxury."

"I don't want to hear that from you, little miss grilled chicken."

Smiling nastily, Ravel snaked her hand under the tablecloth and pinched the meaty part of Naruto's thigh with all the force her manicured nails could sustain. The redhead gave a low but satisfying hiss of pain. "I meant hellbird. The great and glorious phoenix, who of course doesn't even compare to your magnificence."

Ravel let the sarcasm slide, releasing her grip. But before she could pull back Naruto startled her by grabbing her hand and threading their fingers together.

The simple affectionate gesture made her cheeks warm, even though no one would think anything of it. Why would they? There'd been enough outright kisses to make handholding pretty damn tame.

In the end, the Bishop supposed she could just chalk it all up to the pleasure of having her affection vindicated. Naruto was still so conscious of boundaries, never doing anything too risqué or pushing the boundaries too far, but at least he desired her now and admitted it. Which was what she'd originally wanted in the first place.

"I hope that no one has spoiled their appetite with sweet snacks." Yuuto declared, sweeping in from the kitchen with a steaming hot dish of lasagna in his mitt-clad hands. The blond gave Koneko a significant glare as she deliberately took another bite of her half-eaten biscuit. "Because I expect you to clear your plate either way, so don't blame me if you eat so much you make yourself sick."

"It's like he thinks he's Gordon Ramsey." Naruto muttered under his breath.

Gasper knuckled at the corner of his eye, trying to get rid of the dry itchy feeling that came with going two days without any sleep. Once he was done editing Koneko's latest 'Let's Play', he'd upload the video to Youtube and bundle up somewhere for a few hours.

A sharp knock sounded at the door followed by the creaking of steps as someone came down into the dhampir's basement lair, flicking on the lights and chasing away the darkness. Against his will Gasper found himself squinting at the brightness. "Hello?"

"It's just me, Gasper." Yuuto greeted, carrying a plate of still warm dinner over for the younger boy. The blond had sprinkled a few drops of his own blood over the top as seasoning – not enough to sate a true bloodthirst but enough to please Gasper's vampirism. "I brought you some lasagna."

Mumbling out a quiet thanks, Gasper turned back to the screen and began rooting around under the desk. Eventually he found a half-empty bottle of Pocari Sweat. Maybe it had gone warm but it would still wash down his dinner.

Even if Yuuto wanted to hover around clucking with disapproval at his nutrition choices.

"I'm almost done with Koneko's vid, did you want me to look over yours too?" Gasper offered, cutting off a forkful of pasta and cheese and plopping it in his mouth. The rich taste of Yuuto's cooking was so good the little Bishop moaned internally.

Inspecting the open video program on the screen, Yuuto hummed in thought. "Sure, if you don't mind that is?" His own cooking channel was only starting to get off the ground, and his videos were always better edited when Gasper looked over them for him. But the Knight didn't want to take advantage of the dhampir.

Gasper swallowed, taking a slurp of his sweet flavoured ion drink before shrugging one bony shoulder. "I don't mind at all." He chirped brightly, cutting up the rest of his lasagna into little square pieces. "I already finished all my homeschool assignments for the month so I have some free time."

"Thanks." Wringing his hands a little guiltily, Yuuto stared at the back of Gasper's head before an idea came to him. "I was thinking of making something new tomorrow for dinner. Do you like those little meat rolls?"

Curious scarlet eyes swiveled back to stare at Yuuto. "Are you talking about mititei? They're okay. Why?"

A few years ago he'd have been to shy to ask his friends what they were after so boldly, but Rias' peerage had become his family after rescuing him from his early imprisonment. Gasper still didn't trust strangers, but he'd become attached to all of the young devils - even Ravel despite her obvious dislike for Valerie.

Yuuto smiled brightly and waved off Gasper's befuddlement. "No reason in particular. I was just thinking of branching out. Everyone must be getting tired of constantly eating English and Italian food, and studying French cuisine is such a cliché, don't you think?"

"I guess?"

The conversation trailed off with Gasper turning his focus back to his plate, scarfing down the rest of his meal before it got cold and resisting the urge to lick the plate once it was gone. So what if only animals did things like that? Yuuto was really selling himself short. His friend might not cook much in ethnic variety, but what he did cook was always amazing.

Passing the empty plate back to Yuuto, Gasper watched the other blond climb the stairs. Yuuto left the lights on when he left, but everyone always did that. Even Valerie. It was starting to annoy him. Sure, he might not want to go outside but that didn't make him a depressed shut-in! Darkness was just easier on his eyes, that's all.

Gasper hopped to his feet, padding across the luxurious basement apartment Rias had built for him before peering up the stairwell. Once he was sure that Yuuto was actually gone rather than just hovering around like a mother hen, Gasper snorted and slapped the light switch to the off position.

The Bishop made it halfway back to his computer when a sudden spark of awareness bloomed in the back of his head, making Gasper stumble before he found his balance. "Huh." He wondered. "So that's what it feels like?" Someone had activated one of the contract seals, conveying through blood and across the strings of magic a person and desire that Gasper was the best to handle.

"That was quick." Sasuke and Koneko had only started spreading the contract seals a few hours ago. Someone must have been pretty desperate, or at least pretty weird to use one so quickly.

Slapping his cheeks to wake himself up, Gasper crawled back into his chair and brought up one of his dummy email accounts. He typed out a short careful letter to one Sugiyama Yoko, trying to make it as vague as possible but keeping a few details that a legitimate summoner would recognize. One could never be too careful with all the human governments spying on everything.

Gasper clicked send, firing off the electronic text through the strings of the web. All he had to do now was wait. Any minute now the woman that had called on him would respond, and he had to be ready. Gasper was just going to rest his eyes for a quick minute.

Before he knew it, the young devil was snoozing face first on the keyboard, a long string of drool dribbling from his snoring mouth. Ten minutes later his speakers beeped with the notification of new mail, but Gasper slept on.

(AN): 5100 words. Wew. Didn't expect to post this for a few weeks, but much reviews.

Why are they all in the same year – They are all entering at the same time, to live Sona's 'high school life' (i.e full 3 years). And they're in Issei's year specifically because their enrollment was delayed by a couple of years.

Rias using 'autistic' – This was controversial because it was restricted to 4chan/ect before the 2010s, but the starting date of DxD could be as early as 2006. Regardless of this, I'm portraying Rias in O/R as a bonafide cosplaying convention-lurking Japanophile weeaboo, which includes browsing both 2chan and 4chan. So she could use it as an insult either way.

This is part of my effort going into Crucible;Conquest to not only give these characters personalities, but hobbies (no really there's actually a spreadsheet now). Hence why Sasuke was badgered into playing MMOs by Koneko and why she and Yuuto are joining the cooking club. Think of it as depth++.