Author's Notes: This fic was actually supposed to be all in one chapter, but the writing of it is going…very slowly and somewhat painfully. So I figured it might be more of a motivation if I commit myself to it by posting the first bit.
I know a lot of people hate Jyousei Shounan, but I never really understood why. So I am attempting to spread the Jyousei love by writing them, which is difficult because there's not a fanon standard to base the characterization off, just the bit that's presented in canon. Anyways, I hope this fic inspires people to write more Jyousei pairings, because the only one really out there is Kajimoto/Wakato. Not that I don't like Kajimoto/Wakato, but Kajimoto/the Tanaka twins has so much unexplored potential, as does Kiriyama/Oota(/Kiriyama) and Hanamura-sensei/everybody-but-Shinjou-in-particular. Anyways, I love Jyousei, because they are just so much crack.
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine.
"…And we can call it, 'Kajimoto's Strip Club'! Wait, where are you going, buchou?"
"I agree with Kajimoto's abrupt disappearance. That's the worst idea I've heard in my life."
Youhei tossed his head, sniffing haughtily. "Good thing no one asked you, Shinjou."
Kouhei nodded. "Nobody'd want to watch you anyway. You can be the bouncer with Kiriyama or something."
Shinjou looked around, searching for someone to back him up. However, all he saw was Kiriyama practicing intimidating grunts, while Wakato and Oota teamed up to drag Kajimoto back over.
"C'mon, buchou! It'll be fun! You don't have to dance or anything; you can be our Sugar Daddy! And I can wear a bunch of layers and then when I take one off it'll be like change….OVER! And the girls will all squeal madly, for me, their god."
Oota glanced up at him. "Girls?"
"Yeah, Wakato, what kind of establishment do you think we're running here?" called Youhei.
"None, at the moment, nor will you be if I have anything to say about it," interjected Kajimoto firmly.
"Then say something, buchou. I don't see you coming up with any better ideas."
"A bake sale."
Kouhei looked disgusted. "Yeah, like that'll raise any serious money."
Kajimoto frowned. "You seem to be forgetting we need approval for a fundraiser! A strip club will never go through, so there's no reason for us to be having this discussion in the first place."
The twins smirked simultaneously. "Actually, we already asked Hanamura-sensei," Youhei stated. "She said she supports us all the way. Very enthusiastically."
Kouhei nodded. "She even rented us out a dance studio already. It's got the stage, the mirrors, the lights and the poles, so all we need is the costumes and the bling."
Kajimoto sighed. If Hanamura was involved, there was no way they could get out of it. "What's 'bling'?
"Some American thing that goes with this kind of stuff! I think it's booty from sunken ships. Or party favors. Anyway, if you want to be our Sugar Daddy like Wakato said, you have to wear it!"
"Do you even know how a strip club runs?"
Wakato tugged on his arm impatiently. "Haven't you been listening? You have dancers and stuff, and people come to see them! And you have to have a person at the front to keep out the drunk salarymen, and you serve alcohol."
Kajimoto rolled his eyes. "We can't serve alcohol."
"Pop, then," replied Oota. "I'm sewing costumes, and Hanamura-sensei told me the basics of the dances. That's everything, isn't it?"
Kajimoto chose to remain silent, less out of protest than the fact that he didn't know either.
"I'm pretty sure it is," Wakato said. "Anyways, just leave everything to us, buchou. You won't need to worry about it until opening night!"
"I'll hold you to that."
Posting the next section as soon as Fated is on to beta it.