Chaos & Whimsy: A Day in Junior High

KIRYUU DAIKI EPISODE 4

SCENE 1: GHOST HUNTING

AFTER SCHOOL – HALLWAY OUTSIDE THE BOYS' LOCKER ROOM

Kazuya and his gang stand in a loose circle, their mischievous grins glowing under the dim evening lights. The final bell has rung, and the school corridors are mostly empty. The air is thick with anticipation and bad ideas.

Kazuya: "Alright, it's decided! Buta, you're the last one in the locker room today."

Buta, a round-faced, chubby guy, instantly pales. His usually smug expression fades into one of pure dread.

Buta (stammering): "H-Hold on! W-What if the ghost actually shows up?"

Ishiguro (grinning): "Oh? So you do believe in it?"

Buta: "N-No! I mean… maybe? I just think we should, you know, consider that this isn't a good idea."

Kazuya crosses his arms, shaking his head dramatically.

Kazuya: "C'mon, man. You believe in that crap? The 'Locker Room Phantom' only shows up for the last guy inside. Just don't be last."

Ishiguro: "Oh wait… You are the last one inside."

Buta: "…You guys suck."

The gang bursts into laughter, some clapping Buta on the back while others push him towards the locker room door. Buta lets out a sigh that sounds suspiciously like someone marching to the gallows.

BOYS' LOCKER ROOM – NIGHTFALL

Buta steps in, the metal door creaking ominously behind him. The room is mostly dark, save for the faint orange glow from the sunset outside. The silence is thick, his breathing the only sound. He shuffles forward, his shoes squeaking against the tile floor.

Buta (muttering to himself): "N-Not scared. Not scared. It's just a stupid rumor."

He takes a deep breath, puffing out his chest.

Buta (shouting): "HEY, LOCKER ROOM PHANTOM! COME OUT!"

…Silence.

Buta (softer): "…You don't have to, though."

He inches forward, his hands clenched into trembling fists. Every locker seems to loom over him. The air feels heavier. His breathing quickens. Then—

BANG!

A bucket crashes to the floor behind him. Buta jumps three feet into the air, his soul nearly leaving his body.

Buta: "AAAAH!"

He whips around, eyes darting everywhere. Then—giggles echo from the stalls. A door creaks open.

Buta: "Nopenopenopenope—"

He books it. Like a horror movie in fast-forward, the camera zooms in on his horrified face as he sprints out, arms flailing. His pants darken at the crotch.

OUTSIDE THE LOCKER ROOM

Kazuya and the gang are waiting just outside. The second Buta bursts through the door—

Kazuya & Gang: "PFFT—HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Buta (furious, breathless): "THAT'S NOT FUNNY, GUYS!!!"

Ishiguro: "Bro… you peed your pants."

Kazuya slaps a hand over his mouth, shaking with suppressed laughter. The others, however, have no such restraint and immediately fall to the ground, wheezing.

Buta (turning red): "It was the phantom! I swear I heard something!"

Kazuya: "Yeah, yeah. And I'm the Emperor of Japan."

The gang erupts in laughter again as Buta sulks, his soul leaving his body.

BACK INSIDE THE LOCKER ROOM

The camera slowly pans back in. The atmosphere is eerily quiet again. A lone stall creaks open, revealing…

Mei, perched on the toilet seat, calmly drawing on the stall wall with a box of markers and crayons.

Beside her stands the so-called Locker Room Phantom, a tired-looking ghost holding out more crayons like an overworked assistant.

Mei (giggling, admiring her drawing): "Perfect! Another masterpiece of Prez-sama."

The drawing? A sparkling, shamelessly handsome portrait of Renji, surrounded by flowers and dramatic shading.

Ghost (exhausted, monotone): "So, uh… am I ever gonna get back to haunting?"

Mei (whipping her head around): "What?"

Ghost (shrieking): "N-NOTHING, YOUR QUEENSHIP!"

The scene fades out on Mei smugly continuing her artwork while the once-feared ghost sighs in defeat, accepting his fate as a glorified art supply dispenser.

Scene 2: The Swim Class Incident

The Peeping Incident

The scene opens outside the girls' locker room, where Kiryuu's geek squad—a collection of awkward, socially inept, and totally clueless boys—have their ears glued to the wall partition.

"Shh! I think I heard a zipper!" One of them hisses, eyes wide with excitement.

Kiryuu stands behind them, shifting uncomfortably, tugging at his glasses. "Guys, this is a bad idea…" he whispers, but nobody listens.

"Relax, Kiryuu, we're just confirming if they actually exist."

"What?"

"You know… girls in swimsuits. It's practically a myth to us."

Kiryuu buries his face in his hands. "You guys need therapy."

Meanwhile, inside the locker room, Reina struggles with her swimsuit strap while Rika is already suited up, fixing her goggles. Then, the door swings open—Ayane steps in, takes one look at the situation outside, and slams the door shut with a THWACK.

Cut back to the geeks outside.

"Umm… guys?" Kiryuu mutters, his voice shaky.

"What?!" they all snap in unison, turning toward him.

Standing behind them, casting a massive shadow, is Coach Shibasaki—the legendary former Olympian, a man whose muscles have muscles, and whose presence alone can crush the hopes and dreams of weaklings.

The camera angle shifts to a low, intimidating shot, as the nerds shrink beneath his towering frame.

Kiryuu clutches his glasses like a lifeline. A bead of sweat slides down his temple.

Shibasaki's voice is calm yet devastatingly powerful.

"You boys…"

Beat.

"…ARE IN BIG TROUBLE."

FADE TO BLACK.

The Brutal Training Punishment

When the scene fades back in, the geek squad is suffering.

The camera pans across the poolside, where they're being drilled through an inhumane training regimen. Arms trembling, their weak, scrawny bodies struggle through push-ups, drenched in sweat and despair.

Shibasaki paces behind them, barking orders.

"Back when I represented Japan in the Olympics, do you know how many push-ups I did before every swim?"

Silence.

Then, one brave idiot wheezes out…

"T-ten?"

Shibasaki stops. Slowly turns. "Four. Hundred."

The geeks let out a collective groan of despair.

"I can't do it anymore!" one cries out dramatically.

And then—

The highlight of the suffering:

One particular nerd, drenched in sweat, flops onto the ground like a suffocating fish, his chest convulsing. He wildly suckles his inhaler, his breath erratic.

"I… I see the light!" he gasps, his fingers twitching.

"NO, YOU DON'T! KEEP PUSHING!" Shibasaki roars.

The girls' squad watches from the benches, bewildered.

"So… what exactly did they do to deserve this?" Reina asks, lazily stretching her arms.

Rika smirks. "Do you even need to ask?"

Ayane, unimpressed, rolls her eyes. "Men are hopeless."

Before their conversation continues, Shibasaki storms over, his footsteps heavy.

"Alright, enough chit-chat! WARM-UPS, NOW!"

Then, he turns to Rika, his voice suddenly soft and oddly respectful.

"And you, my lady, can sit back and relax with a drink here."

The other girls blink in confusion.

"Uhh… You didn't have to do that, Uncle," Rika mumbles.

Shibasaki coughs into his fist, his face reddening, before whipping back to the boys.

"ALRIGHT, YOU PATHETIC LOT! INTO THE POOL! I WANNA SEE TEN FULL ROUNDS!"

Higuchi Masaru gulps. "S-sensei, you mean… laps?"

"I SAID WHAT I SAID!"

The geek squad hesitates, but Shibasaki blows his whistle, and they dive in.

Kiryuu, now full of dread, takes a deep breath.

"Okay, Kiryuu, just focus—deep breaths… deep—"

He jumps in.

TWO STROKES IN.

DISASTER.

The weight of the water tugs at Kiryuu's swim trunks, PANTSING HIM MID-STROKE.

For a half-second, there's complete silence.

Then—

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Kiryuu thrashes violently, trying to grab his waistband, while the entire swim class erupts into hysterical laughter.

Everyone except Ayane.

She sighs, shaking her head. "Hopeless."

The camera slowly zooms out, capturing the pure chaos as laughter echoes.

Scene 3: Clubs galore

Athletics Club (Track & Field)

The rhythmic thuds of feet hitting the track echo through the field as the Athletics Club runs their warm-up laps. Rika, the club captain, is at the front, setting the pace. Ayane and Reina trail behind, chatting in between breaths.

Reina: "I still don't get how you can run without breaking a sweat, Rika!"

Rika: "Because I train. Unlike you, who stops to fix her hair every five seconds."

Ayane (laughing): "She's not wrong, Reina."

The club patron, a gruff but passionate coach, blows his whistle, calling them in for drills. As the camera pans, the focus shifts to the Academics Club.

Academics Club

Inside the library, students sit at desks stacked with textbooks. Kiryuu quietly flips through a research paper, while Higuchi, as the assistant, corrects an equation for a first-year.

At the center, the club's head, Takahiro, adjusts his glasses with an air of self-importance. But just as he goes to stand up—

BAM!

A stack of books tumbles down, sending Takahiro sprawling. A few members stifle their laughter.

Academics Patron (softly smiling, but with a dangerous aura): "Takahiro, dear, what did I say about unnecessary distractions?"

Takahiro (rubbing his head, mumbling): "Sorry, ma'am…"

Higuchi sighs as he picks up the books, muttering about how he is the one who has to do all the real work. The camera shifts again—

Kendo Club

In the gym, Kazuya and his squad kneel in exhaustion, barely holding their wooden swords. Towering over them is their club head, Onizuka, smirking.

Onizuka: "You thought you could evade me, huh? But justice always catches up!"

The squad groans in unison. The lazy gym teacher, hunched over his cane, waves dismissively from the sidelines.

Gym Teacher: "Kids these days… complain too much. Back in my day, we trained on stone pavements."

Kazuya (muttering): "Yeah, yeah, and wrestled bears too, huh?"

Onizuka slams his shinai against the floor, making the boys flinch.

Onizuka: "WHAT WAS THAT, KAZUYA?!"

The scene fades as they're ordered into another grueling set of drills.

Art Club

The Art Club room is pure chaos—sketchbooks, ink bottles, and manga pages scattered everywhere.

Mei, sitting at her usual spot, giggles as she doodles an exaggerated portrait of Prez. Around her, the other members, a mix of otakus and manga fanatics, chatter excitedly.

Club Head (a refined rich kid, dramatically sighing): "Art should be delicate… poetic… like a confession of love."

Mei (deadpan, eyes glued to Prez's drawing): "Mmm-hmm, sure."

Otaku Member: "Mei, Mei! Look! I drew a mecha-dragon hybrid!"

Mei: "That's… uh… cool."

The club head attempts another flowery monologue, but Mei completely ignores him, making the otakus laugh.

Drama Club

Inside the auditorium, Prez stands at the center, a spotlight illuminating his regal posture. Sayaka and her friends watch in awe as he delivers a monologue.

Beside them, Kaku, the assistant, is busy adjusting costumes.

Kaku: "Ladies, I promise, I can get you all lead roles!"

Nao (rolling eyes): "Yeah, yeah, just hand me my dress, flirt."

At the side of the stage, the Drama Club Patron, an old sleepy-looking man, rocks his baby stroller back and forth, half-asleep.

Club Member: "Uh… sir? Are we supposed to rehearse or…?"

Patron: "Mmm… just… don't be too loud…" (dozes off)

Everyone groans. The screen cuts to the Occult & Sci-Fi Club.

Occult & Sci-Fi Club

The room is dark except for a glowing plasma ball in the center. The club head, Seiji the Seer, adjusts his glasses dramatically.

Seiji: "Behold! The stars have spoken! The next lunar cycle will bring forth—"

Kiryuu: "—The next science quiz."

The members groan. Araki, sitting at the back, scowls.

Araki: "Kiryuu, what were you doing with Reina earlier?!"

Kiryuu (sweating): "I… was just…"

Seiji (ignoring them): "As I was saying… THE FUTURE IS UPON US!"

The screen fades out as club members argue and make dramatic gestures.

Scene 4: Winding Up

FADE IN:

EXT. SCHOOL GATE – LATE AFTERNOON

A group of GIRLS strolls down the sidewalk, their laughter bouncing off the school walls. AYANE, REINA, and their friends are engaged in an animated conversation, their energy still high despite the long day.

REINA(grinning, nudging Ayane)Okay, but did you see the way that old geezer was huffing during warm-ups? He was one deep breath away from transcending.

AYANE(giggling, shaking her head)Shhh! Rika might hear you—she actually likes him!

RIKA(rolling her eyes, crossing her arms)He's my uncle! And for your information, he was an Olympic athlete, not that any of you would understand athletic greatness.

REINA(mock offense)Excuse me? I excel at running away from responsibility.

They all burst into laughter. Unbeknownst to them, lurking from a corner, ARAKI peers at them like a predator stalking its prey. His glasses gleam ominously under the setting sun.

ARAKI(muttering to himself, eyes fixed on Reina)She's laughing… What's so funny? Who made her laugh?

His fingers twitch like he's resisting the urge to take notes on her every movement. A PIGEON suddenly flaps down beside him, making him jump.

ARAKI(whisper yelling at the pigeon)BEGONE, FOUL BEAST! This is not your moment!

The pigeon stares at him. Araki stares back. A tense standoff ensues.

INT. PLANETARIUM – SAME TIME

In a dimly lit PLANETARIUM, HIGUCHI and KIRYUU are seated, eyes sparkling with excitement as a presenter speaks about distant galaxies. Other students in the background are either dozing off or staring at their phones.

PRESENTERAnd so, the Andromeda Galaxy will collide with the Milky Way in approximately 4.5 billion years—

HIGUCHI(whispering excitedly, nudging Kiryuu)Did you hear that? We're literally on a galactic collision course! Isn't that amazing?!

KIRYUU(adjusting glasses, deadpan)Not for the people alive in 4.5 billion years.

HIGUCHI(grinning)Think of it! The universe is so vast, so infinite! The possibilities—

KIRYUU(holding up a notebook)And yet, your homework remains unfinished.

Higuchi groans dramatically, flopping back in his seat. Meanwhile, the presenter continues their lecture, oblivious to the nerds who have entered a different realm of existential enthusiasm.

EXT. SHOPPING DISTRICT – EVENING

A SMALL SHOP, stacked with snack bags and novelty trinkets. A FRAZZLED SHOPKEEPER eyes the street suspiciously.

SHOPKEEPER(muttering to himself, shaking his head)Those brats are up to something… I know it.

Cue the chaos. KAZUYA and his GANG sprint full-speed through the street, YELLING. Behind them, an ANGRY OLD MAN wields a BAMBOO BROOM, chasing after them like a demon possessed.

OLD MAN(roaring)COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE SHITHEADS!!

KAZUYA(panting, grinning)I REGRET NOTHING!!

Iguro: (dodging a fruit stand)I THINK HE'S GAINING ON US!

Kuwabara: (yelling back at the old man)FORGIVE US, GRANDPA, FOR WE HAVE SINNED!

OLD MAN(swinging broom wildly)I AM NOT YOUR GRANDPA!

They dash past the shopkeeper, who lets out a long, suffering sigh.

SHOPKEEPER(shaking head)I knew it.