Futatsu no Kuroi o to Nihon no Mahou

Episode 2: Is this really a school?

Nanami: *Blushes* But I couldn't do something like that?

Malcom: Why not?

Nanami: Because....umm..

Malcom: It's fine okay I won't be offended or anything...there are many Davis's in the world. I don't want to be just a Davis to anyone, I gotta make a mark in people ya know.

Nanami: [Malcom...]

Malcom: But you don't have to if you don't want. We'll be friends either way.

Nanami: Friends?!?!

Malcom: Yeah, friends.

Nanami: M-Malcom...

Malcom: Yes?

Nanami: ....The class will be starting soon.

Malcom: *Smiles* Yes it will be.

Malcom looks at Drake finally stepping out of his shell starting to act cool.

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Which was an absolute lie in every shape and form. Drake was nervous as all shit and was practically ready to lose it. Who the fuck ends up from his home country to fucking Japan in a class filled to the brim with nobody except for japanese girls? Perhaps... this was the break that he was finally searching for. Ever since his abrupt breakup back in the states along with the many tough situations he and Malcom have been through, a change in atmosphere is what they've definitely needed. Drake's issue is that the entire class was filled with girls. Japanese girls. Something was clearly wrong with this picture but he disregards it for now. Maybe this is where the two were being placed in until they would get moved to their "actual class".

Drake slouched in his desk, trying to somewhat hide himself which was completely impossible. Malcom and Drake stood out like sore thumbs. The door slide open and a young woman entered the classroom, wearing a white shirt with a black tie around her neck with a green blazer coat over all. The teacher wore white shorts and black shoes. Her skin was tan with light purple eyes with long, dark pink hair. To top it all off, she wore a pair of glasses on her face. She took on quite a busty and attractive figure, practically eye candy for Malcom and Drake.

Drake and Malcom: . . .

Akiyama-san: Alright, alright, settle down everyone! I've been running a little late so I apologize for the delay. We have a couple of new students correct?

The teacher scanned the room and spotted the two boys. She smiled and placed her hand on her hip.

Akiyama-san: Well, don't be shy! Come on up and introduce yourselves.

Fuck this shit were the exact words going through Drake's head. He completely lost his cool composure and noticed all of the girls looking right at Malcom and Drake.

Malcom: Oh boy.

Drake: Here we go.

Slowly, Malcom and Drake rose from their seats and made it to the front of the class. They faced their fellow classmates and kinda just stood there, silent.

Akiyama-san: So, you're the two who passed the exams in America, right?

Drake: That's right, we honestly didn't even know that those tests were a big deal.

Malcom: Yeah hahaha, *scratches back of head* they actually tested a quarter of the school. But, only ten of us bothered to show up and somehow, Drake and I managed to pass [Even though we literally circled random answers].

Drake: Oh snap, we haven't even introduced ourselves!

Akiyama-san: Don't stress out about it you two, just say your names, and a little about yourselves.