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Directions | Ibuki & Aoi

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Ibuki didn’t know where she was going, and that was just the way she liked it. All of her extensive knowledge of life, or at least, what she’d seen in the anime she sometimes half-watched whilst she was writing song lyrics, told her that the cute and ignorant moe-type was certain to make tons of friends and be loved by everyone!

As someone tapped her on the shoulder, she whirled around, her long hair trailing behind her. She looked the girl in front of her up and down, seeing a well-muscled figure, large blue eyes, and a tissue being held over her nose. Ibuki thought that this was a strange fashion choice, but knew better than to judge. 

"Hello!" she said, in a voice that was far too loud. "What do you want, stranger-chan? Do you want Ibuki to perform a song and dance routine for you? Because she’ll do it, right here and right now!"

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"A... song and dance routine...?" Did she look like she needed such a performance right now? Did this girl fail to see that she was holding a tissue against her nose in attempt to stop the bleeding? Great, she chose one of the oddest students in the academy. Just her luck. 

"That's very tempting..." She smiled sheepishly, her voice still somewhat nasally from the pressure she was pressing on her nose. "...but I don't know if you noticed but I don't think that when a person has a bleeding nose, it means they're in the mood to witness some sort of musical performance."

Not only was this stranger's personality oddly eccentric, but the way she carries herself was also... well, eccentric. Other than her strangely multi-colored hair, she also had them tied up into two horns on top of her head. Is that a thing now? "Is it okay if you show me where the nurse's office is? I'm kinda lost here. This place is too huge for a short fellow like me."

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New Customer | Peko & Aoi

A tired sigh escaped the lips of the swimmer as she walked down the sidewalk, her thumbs hooked under the straps of her backpack and her hair unusually down instead of tied up in a high ponytail. It was nearly six in the evening when her swimming practice had finally ended and Aoi was just on her way to the bakery her parents own just to see how the business was turning out considering the fact that they were new to this business stuff.

She had to admit, her parents haven't been exactly good with their work. Not only was her mother too clumsy or that her father was too picky on which customer to serve, but they also give each other too much affection in front of people that they usually creep the customers away. Aoi just hoped she won't walk in on them again. Right, she's just going check how everything's going then head straight to her room and finally get herself out of this uniform.

Upon finally reaching her destination, the swimmer peeked into the window to see one particular customer looking around. Like always, her parents weren't around which was already a cue for Aoi to step in and do their work for them until they get back. She hastily opened the door and stepped inside, a friendly smile now gracing her lips.

"Good evening!" She greeted the stranger in her common enthusiastic tone. "How may I help you today?" Finally getting a good look of the customer, she realized that she hadn't seen her paying their bakery a visit before. And the fact that her crimson red gaze was evidently intimidating and that she seemed to be carrying some sort of sword on her back, Aoi somewhat felt like she regretted approaching this customer.

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Directions | OPEN STARTER

One hit straight to the nose by a volleyball was definitely something unexpected. She didn't think her first week in Hope's Peak Academy would turn out this bad. Aoi Asahina, Super High-School Level Swimmer, walked down the corridor with a handkerchief in hand-- pressing it to her nose in attempt to stop the bleeding (she had a feeling she was doing it wrong) as she made her way for the nurse's office.

Thanks to her lack of skills in decision-making, however, she had decided to look for her destination herself-- declining any help from her classmates as she had excused herself from her Physical Education class. Now she was utterly lost and confused as her cerulean gaze scrutinized her surroundings.

"So where exactly am I...?" She wondered out loud, her voice coming out somewhat nasally due to the pressure she was pressing on her nose. Why she declined offers of help from her classmates, she could never comprehend. Perhaps asking someone wouldn't hurt. All she just had to do was ask someone who seemed... pretty harmless. Someone who wouldn't just shrug her off or tell her to get lost; in spite of the evident fact that she already was.

"Umm, excuse me...!" She managed to tap the shoulder of the first person passing by. 

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「ダンガンロンパ１・２まとめ」/「飲め夫」の漫画 [pixiv]