In the early morning of Friday, any Beacon student would be treated to a strange sight. Though given the context of who this team was the only people who would try to disrupt their bizarre rituals would be the ignorant.

Four splashes echo out staccato in the near empty courtyard.

You see this team is none other than team JNPR. Simply put this team was comprised of weirdos, A boy to which normal physics wouldn't apply.

Another splash echoes out

A girl who was so desperate to have friends that she let her imagination run wild to the point that there is no difference between reality and fiction.

Almost synchronized harmony the sound of water splashing is heard.

A boy who was consumed by the madness of his companions who could do nothing but go along with there illusions of grandeur lest he lose what little of his mind remained

Two splashes ring out, one loud and distinct splash and one quiet splash.

Lastly a girl whose mind wandered like lightning with no concern for what laid in the middle of her path.

The consumed boy: Lie Ren, could no longer the randomness that was his team. The sheer oddity that was the relationship that his team held that he seemed to be excluded from. Lastly the stuffy over sized head piece that he had shoved into his head.

Reaching his hand to his neck he grabbed the surprisingly solid mass of bandages from around his head and reached to remove it.

However the splashes that had been echoing out at a steady pace had ceased.

Opening his eyes he could see his team staring at him, although they didn't do anything yet he could tell that if he took one wrong move, that would be his cheeks.

His sunken eyes burned inside the sweltering phallic shaped mass of bandages. Pretending to look behind himself, Ren searched for any excuse or escape route he could.

However the ringleader of the phallic bandage head had rolled through the courtyard's fountain. Clipping through the wall with an ease that made his brain shudder, the head doing the same.

Coming up with no water on his upper torso despite everything that adheres to logic protests.

Wading through the admittedly shallow water with quick rolls, the ring leader stops in front of him doing what he calls a 'slav squat'. The bandage headpieces bumping into each other while occupying the same space in a clash of physics that sends Ren tumbling to his rear.

So thoroughly distracted by his leader the stressed boy failed to realize that his other teammates simply stood behind him. Their own headpieces allowed the duo to tower over the boy like some sort of massive father.

The disappointment in the air was palpable, although no words were said, the boy felt like he had disobeyed the patriarchy at play.

Even if he decided to go along with everything else his team did today he might be ganked at the end anyways for his infraction of the law.

He really hoped that it wasn't Nora, for she had written an entire speech on it that would always confuse and make him feel bad about himself.

He hoped it'd be his oddball leader or his chuunibyou sidekick, at least they'd make it quick enough.