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His name? Oh, that's right, he'd forgotten to ask for her name. It didn't really matter to him either way, so it was better that she'd asked-- Hold on. Did her personality just change completely again? If she wasn't faking it, she must have some kind of multiple personality disorder, he presumed. This would be the first time he'd met anyone like this, but he decided to not change the way he acted to accommodate this new personality. "Oreki Houtarou. Houtarou is my given name." He thought to make it as clear and brief as possible so that he wouldn't have to repeat himself.

Ignoring the profanities, which had little difference to him than any other words, he made some effort to address every thing that she asked. "My motto is "if I don't have to do it, I won't. If I have to, make it quick"" he began, hoping that, with his name, was all he needed to introduce himself with.

She hadn't suggested anywhere to go, and he hadn't any place in mind either, so he decided to just keep walking. However, he didn't try to match her pace at all, and kept his eyes not on her but on the horizon, apart from a few sideways glances. Houtarou was hoping that they would just wander aimlessly through the nearby streets until they found a place to eat.

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It was what she had intended to do all this time, besides she wasn’t going to make a fool out of herself. Junko had always wanted to witness other people’s reactions, to know how they would tick so she could dwindle herself down to understand, what it was said person was thinking, so they could be manipulated within her Despair. Junko wasn’t sure what she wanted now, friends weren’t her sort of thing, she was a loner who had people that surrounded themselves with her and mainly she wanted people to suffer.

“Well.. you should try!” It wasn’t that hard, he could even fake it if he wanted! Faking things was easy, Junko had many personalities that she could fake. Maybe this could be something for him to work on! “Fake it, I don’t care.” Then she stretched her right hand up wide, and with a short yawn, she gave him a smile.

“Lunch with you?” That was quite the interesting development, after a short laugh, still focusing on if he was serious .. or not; she nodded. “Very well. I have already calculated and proven, so I couldn’t possibly see how it could go wrong.” Junko was hungry, she’d been out here for a long time.. so she couldn’t see why not.

“Lead the way.”

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Trying to do something wasn't Houtarou's forte, especially not for anything as trivial as pleasing others. He wouldn't go out of his way to irritate others either though, and in that respect you could say he didn't really care if he were hated or liked. At least not by someone he'd just met. If he had to choose, though, he certainly wouldn't want to be despised.

Suddenly, the girl in front of him was completely different, though. As if a completely different person, she spoke to him in a sort of refined, mature manner that was not present just previously. There was a certain peculiarity to it, but he paid no further attention to it, figuring there'd no way to explain it at this point.

"Anywhere you want to go?" It sounded as though he were asking out of courtesy, and that may have been the case, but in reality he had no idea where to take a girl to eat and he had little knowledge of the surrounding area. It was kind of pitiful, really.

They decided on a place, and as she'd requested, Houtarou led the way. He would have preferred not being in front of her, somewhat afraid to have this weirdo out of his field of view, but the apathetic boy had little interest in arguing about it, and if she could be trusted at all, now would be a good chance to demonstrate.

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Junko had only folded her arms over her chest now, becoming bored with every single second that ticked away in her mind. When you were bored every single second of the day, it would only be time before you would explode, or do something dangerous as gathered from being in Despair. Hadn’t she learned all of this from the best? Her senpai had been someone special, she liked having him around and wish he could’ve, totally, come to Hope’s Peak with her!

This school needed to lighten up, this boy for an example, was only fact of that! Why didn’t he want to talk with her? That was so rude! She had been trying her best to make conversation here, now he wasn’t doing very much to initiate this conversation, or in Junko’s eyes; this budding friendship.

“Not really? That’s all you have to say..” In her best deadpan monotone voice, she spoke and ran a hand through her long locks while she started to pick out what was so wrong with this conversation. “You don’t have to be so rude! Don’t you know how to talk with someone? It’s really boring, y’know!” And Junko Enoshima hated to be bored, but that much was inevitable.

“Stop being so boring!”

This had been drawn on far too long. Far, far too long with little accomplished. At this point, he still had no clear idea of this unusual individual's motives. Did she want to have fun? Did she want to make a friend? Did she want to make him suffer? Perhaps all three? Whatever the case, he either had to get it over with or put a stop to it.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to." This one was more of an exaggeration than being brutally honest. He usually was not the leading one in a conversation, and it seemed to be a miracle, or a curse, that he hadn't already driven her away. Whatever. Well, there was of course one other risky alternative to this problem.

"... Why don't you get lunch with me?" It certainly beat having a snowball fight, for him anyways, and if he had to socialize with her, at the very least he'd be able to get done what he needed to do in the first place.

"Well?"

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He was so rude! Junko didn’t know how much longer she could take it, and his rudeness! Hadn’t anyone ever taught him any manners? It wasn’t polite to be rude to ladies, and she wanted him to remember that! Luckily, Junko would never grow wrinkles of her own! She had nothing to stress over, but she could make other people stress as much as she could. Her appearance was on that of a grand scale, but if you had this face, she was certain you’d act the same very way.

“Conceited?”

“Oooh, no! You think I’m, like, one of those girls who only care about their appearance, aren’t you?” Junko didn’t like that word, considering she wasn’t conceited, or at least she viewed herself that way. She was confident and charming! That was different from being conceited, wasn’t it? “Upupu,” she laughed. “That’s like, really, really super mean, y’know!” Who could resist those puppy eyes? She wanted to make him feel bad for saying such things!

“Doesn’t look like you’re in a rush now! But I gotcha! I kept you away from getting your food! Haha, are you mad at me?” She thought to ask, and so she did. Junko wasn’t even aware she was grating on his nerves! She did things like that, but it was much fun socialising with someone else.. someone she hadn’t ever met before! “Oh.. that isn’t very nice. You aren’t any fun! Junko-chan, is reaaally upset with you!”

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Of course, Houtarou should've known better than to be honest with her. It certainly would have kept him out of this mess. A flurry of reactions resulted from the two words that he'd said. Sighing deeply, the boy looked away guiltily. He didn't feel sorry for what was said, but he certainly regretted it.

He wasn't mad. Not at all, actually. Perhaps impatient, or anxious to leave, but not angry. It usually took him a lot to get angry, not much was worth exerting energy over. The food wasn't worth getting angry over, either. It was a lazy kind of day, and it would have been much simpler to just take a nap, or read a book, and wait for a better opportunity to get a meal. That seemed like a better idea to him.

"Not really." Perhaps if he lacked reaction, he thought, she'd get bored of him and leave? At least, that's what he thought. This girl was more unpredictable than anyone he'd met before, and, while not hostile, she certainly did seem like someone he didn't want to cause trouble for. And really, lacking reaction was what Houtarou did best.

“You can’t make me go away!”

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"Go away."

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A playful smile sat on her cheeks now, as she tilted her head to give the younger a smile. What was the big deal? The students at this school were so serious! Junko didn’t think she could take it any longer. How could something be so strange? She wished the students could only deal with it, deal with her and ask no questions! Junko wasn’t in the mood to answer such things, she just wanted to have fun at her own expense or others’.

“Not if you get wrinkly at such a young age!” That was something not to be proud of! It would be Despair-worthy for such a thing to happen. “They’ll start across your forehead, then you’ll become Despairingly stinky!” Junko couldn’t let that happen to herself or anyone else, she supposed. It would be amusing though, to see such a thing.

“Yes, your reaction.” She stared, deadpan and all as she finally gave a nod to the younger. Could Junko be his senpai? That was simply so exciting to her! “You reacted the way I wanted, and now I’m Despairingly bored. Someone like you should be happy, pleased that you amused me for a short while.” Still playing out in the snow was super fun, she was having the time of her life! How couldn’t she?

“Lunch.. are you that hungry? Wow, you were in, like, a really big rush to get lunch! Are you afraid everything will be gone once you get there?” To his last words she shrugged, a smirk playing on her face. “I dunnooo..! You can leave if you’d like, or if you’re that hungry.. you could eat snow!”

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"I don't care." To put it in simple terms, he really didn't care about having wrinkles, or really about how he looked in general. He hadn't paid much attention to his appearance, casting him as seemingly the complete opposite of the gyaru girl in front of him. Besides, getting wrinkly and whatnot was caused by stress, and his current lifestyle allowed him to have as little stress as possible. So much for wrinkles.

The way she wanted? He'd had a feeling about this, that she wasn't here to have fun in the snow, rather she was here to piss someone off. It hadn't really worked from his point of view, but it was just another thing that he'd rather avoid telling her for his own benefit. Whatever works, he supposed. "How conceited", he admitted about her once again, brutally honestly. He would expect that she'd known by now.

"I was in a rush," he replied, with an emphatic tone. Food was the least of his concerns at this point though. Houtarou had gotten quite tired of socializing and wanted to leave. He was just waiting for the opportunity. "I'm not that interested in snow either. Not even as food."

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To his question, she shrugged and rolled her eyes slightly while thinking of an answer to it. It was much more fun that way, to be hit, for someone to be out here to have fun with but Junko wasn’t sure how to explain it! No one understood her Despair, her desperate Despair except herself.. Ah, everything was so boring to the girl, just as it was to her former senapi.

“Have you ever thought that, I would like to be hit for no reason in particular?” Did he think so wrongly of her? That wasn’t fair! What was the big deal, wanting to have a little fun out here! Even if, she supposed, this type of fun wasn’t normal nor was it fun to some.. however Junko had her differences when it came to certain types of fun. Blood was fun, witnessing lifeless, bloodied bodies was fun and most would think of it as fun, amusing or even interesting but it would only bore her once again.

“So, what is the big deal?”

Did he know how increasingly boring it was? What was the big rush anyway! Classes were cancelled, Junko doubted anyone would have something to do today, so that’s why she was here. She could talk with anyone that came alone, it was part of her charming personality, she radiated while speaking with someone, depending which personality she would switch into.

“You’ll get old, and wrinkly .. if you don’t stop being such a stick in the mud, and enjoy yourself, y’know!” Junko had first hand experience on that one, so she’d let him know.. thinking it would in fact help with his personality. “Before you know it too! It will happen.. like that!” She gave a quick click of her fingers as if to reiterate the subject.

“Yes, your reaction was exactly what I wanted.” In fact Junko had been doing all of things on purpose, to see someone grow annoyed with her, to see their blood boil because they found the things she did to be annoying, or even the tone of her voice. “What are you in a big rush for anyway? There’s nothing to do because the school is closed!”

Any chance of her being a normal person he could sympathize with flew out the window at this point. Wanting to be hit? Most people, as he'd thought, would rather avoid pain to seek pleasure, but for some people the two would be intertwined, he supposed. Besides, for someone like himself who knew little of pleasure nor pain, he could not be considered all that normal himself, let alone understand her.

In any case, the senpai's words did little to affect him; he had little complaints with the way he lived his life and his personality, and in fact was rather contempt with them. "I don't mind getting old. That's life." he replied with an unchanging tone. He could imagine himself living and speaking in the same way maybe 20, or even 40 years from now. While that thought in itself was rather depressing, it didn't bring this teenager down.

"My reaction?" He'd done little that could be called reacting, so perhaps she'd just wanted something out of someone, or anyone? Perhaps she was both a sadist and a masochist? He nearly shuddered at the thought. Those kinds of thoughts took up too much energy, and he would rather avoid them. He ran a hand through his hair. So she was merely trying to cause trouble for him, rather than just being lonely? In that case, he hadn't much reason to stay anymore.

"I was going to get lunch. It might be too late now, though. Maybe I should leave?" If there wasn't any more point in being here, he might as well leave. He was getting nothing accomplished and it was turning out to have been a monumental waste of time.

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How couldn’t Junko laugh at such a sight? If you found something amusing it would only cause you to laugh! This younger student needed to lighten up, and that’s what Junko thought! What was so wrong about having a little fun? No doubt this school would only go back to being Despairingly boring after the snow cleared out, back to class every single student would go, and Junko wasn’t ready for that!

“It’s not very fun out here.. playing with yourself. I thought more students would want to be out here.. but I was wrong!” Oh, no! It wasn’t a good thing when Junko was wrong. “But if you want to like, hit me with a snow ball.. Go ahead!” She probably deserved it, in fact, she did so she’d be okay with getting hit in return!

Did she seem lonely? Because she was! When you had no friends, no one to spend your time with or anyone to keep you company, you only could become bored! But then again, he was walking alone too! Did that mean he was a loner like Junko? She could only come to these conclusions, but it was one she had already come to terms with. Being a loner wasn’t so bad, as long as you had followers and groups to counter it with!

“Eh? You are, like, a really big stick-in-the-mud!” Didn’t like fun or snowballs? What was his problem!! But finally, as she was answering a snowball hit her, right in the front. Snow was so cold, it was freezing her every being, but she was having too much fun to care! “If you didn’t care so much, why are you throwing snowballs at me?” It was logical enough for Junko to understand, maybe, he was enjoying himself!

He of course understood that she wasn't having any fun playing by herself in the snow; who would? However, he wasn't the type to worry about loneliness, so he couldn't imagine himself in her position. And it was obvious that since it was a cold winter day, and there were no classes today, nobody would be coming out to do anything. Well, nobody in their right mind, at least.

"Why do you want to be hit?" he asked her, with the slightest hint of expression. It was becoming increasingly apparent that she was a masochist, but again, Houtarou wouldn't bother being outspoken about it.

Thinking about it, he had to wonder why somebody would be waiting in the snow for someone else to pass by on a day off. Most of the time when people leave home they spend their time with other people, if he remembered correctly. Could she not even have a single friend? While Houtarou himself isn't exactly socially outgoing, he can't deny that having some kind of socialization isn't too bad.

Being called a stick in the mud wasn't troubling in the slightest. He was quite at terms with the fact that he was boring, perhaps detrimental to having fun at all. Why did he care? He'd nearly forgotten at this point what he was trying to accomplish. In fact, enough time had passed that lunch wouldn't be worth getting and he could just wait to eat dinner.

"It's what you wanted, right?" he replied. The answer he gave was sincere, at least as far as sincerity could apply here. He wouldn't bother lying; that would be a waste of energy, and he had nothing to accomplish by doing so. Houtarou sighed. He'd failed to stick to his energy saving lifestyle once again.

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Her plan had already been set in motion, these students should be happy, or at least live in the fact someone here actually wanted to have fun! It was so boring sitting around, doing nothing all day and the best part about this was having the day off! It wasn’t everyday where you could do what you liked, especially with the snowfall and cascading ice surrounding Tancho Academy.

Junko was going to keep hitting the stranger with snowballs, until he said something or threw one back in return. He was her first target, and she had nothing better to do but this. As childish as it might have seemed, at heart Junko could be seen as that, not getting what she wants only would cause her to throw a tantrum, or in this case; continue to throw snowballs until she received attention from the teen she had been throwing them at. However! Seeing her new companion crouch down, and pick up snow of his own; only made the girl much more thrilled to be out here. The snowball hit, which only caused Junko to laugh considering while she could have moved, she didn’t want to move which was strange.

Who would enjoy being hit with such cold snow?

“Mhm! This is, like, what I want, y’know! I wanna have fun out here, but no one wants to have fun with me!” The students here were so booring, and Junko couldn’t put herself around them, but now this was going to be fun! The falling snow fell down the top of her jacket, causing her to shiver just slightly; but still it was amusing to her. “Am I supposed to be mad at you now too? I can put on a realllly big scary face, just like the one you gave me!” She didn’t have any reason for doing this, but to have fun, it was immature considering she wasn’t a young kid; but it would liven up the people here, or so she thought.

How old was he anyway? Junko thought he looked only a few years younger, or even one. She hadn’t decided, but again she crouched down to bring the snow into her palm, again making another snowball. “Yes, that’s why I was throwing snow at random people! I wanted to have a lot of fun, and this school is really boring. No one wants to do anything fun!!” This school needed to have fun, that’s what she decided. “Didja wanna have a snowball fight with me?”

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She was laughing. She was laughing after being hit directly with a snowball. Is she a masochist? Houtarou shook his head. The senpai in front of him seemed to be on the edge of insanity but he wouldn't dare say anything about it. Bracing himself for a counterattack, the boy readied a snowball in his hand. There was no doubt that she'd throw another at him, and this time, he would be ready.

“Mhm! This is, like, what I want, y’know! I wanna have fun out here, but no one wants to have fun with me!”

That would imply that most people were sane enough to avoid her, leaving him as the sole poor soul that decided to retaliate. He couldn't blame them, though. Houtarou sighed, pitying himself, and raised his arm. Perhaps if he attacked first she'd be offended enough to give up? To be quite honest, he had no particular interest in her, nor the snow. It was bad enough that he'd been caught up in this game, but now there seemed to be no way out. No escape.

“Am I supposed to be mad at you now too? I can put on a realllly big scary face, just like the one you gave me!”

That sounded like a threat. He wasn't necessarily afraid of her, of course, at this point she seemed more desperately lonely than intimidating. With an expression of dissatisfaction, he looked at the girl in front of him again, and reasoned that if he couldn't avoid wasting time at this point, he could at least avoid making an enemy.

"I'm not particularly interested in fun or snowballs." he replied, with a brutal honesty. Without waiting for a reaction nor a reply, he threw the snowball at her. At least that would prompt a faster reaction.

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This was only going to be the best fun Junko had in awhile! How long had it been since she had done something like this? Snow only hit once a year, considering you had to go out into the mountains to see it hit this hard! The moment was perfect, and she was ready for any backlash that would come from this. It was amusing! Hopefully the other students could see how amusing this was too.

Score one for Junko! She beamed as the snowball hit the target, waiting to hear something from the teen she had hit. It even got him right and square in the face! Now a glare, any moment now Junko would retaliate with words, mainly of laughter but then nothing. His merely raised his head to stare back, with quite the intense stare.

That was no fun! Why wasn’t he saying anything to her? She didn’t want to be ignored, and Junko had only been looking for a little fun out here! As he walked past, she started to become unnerved by all of this. Why wasn’t Junko receiving any kind of reaction? It was though his stare was judging her every soul, as though he couldn’t see what was so funny about being hit with cold snow. Again, once he was semi-past the model, she reached down to crumple snow in her palms and into the same sort of snowball she had made earlier. If the dark-haired male wasn’t going to say anything, Junko would simply snowball it out of him!

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” She then spoke, once satisfied with the snowball, she again flung for her life, praying once more that it would land right on target. If he wanted to be hit with an even bigger snowball, Junko could comply! Being walloped with snow was super-duper fun, wasn’t it?

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There was a short silence as he walked by, leading him to believe that he was almost out in the clear. But that would be wrong to assume, since every time he'd assumed that was true, he was always dragged back into another mess. However, believing in the benefit of the doubt, Houtarou continued walking without looking back.

Suddenly, he could hear her words from behind him, and before he could turn around to reply, a snowball hit him in the back of the head with a thud. With a groan, and the realization that she'd keep throwing snowballs at him if he didn't retaliate, he crouched down to gather snow off of the ground, and threw it directly at her without hesitation.

"Is that what you wanted?" he asked, rather unimpressed by her antics. With a good look at her, Houtarou inferred that she was an upperclassman, and began to wonder what business she had throwing snowballs at random people. In any case, the only thing he wanted at the moment was to deal with her quickly and get to the cafeteria before the line grew too huge.

"Did you want a snowball fight?" The only reasonable decision now would be to throw a few snowballs back and forth until the upperclassman gets bored, at which point Houtarou could leave promptly.

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It seems as though winter had come early, or at least Christmas had! Blankets of snow, and ice now had covered the school grounds. What sort of Despair-filled Christmas could she bring this year? This seemed so sudden! Feet trudged throughout the snow, crunching under her boots as she walked before stopping, living in something as fresh snow.

Sapphire hues glanced out into the blanket of snow, a child-like grin appeared on her face and thankfully the gloves, and other stylish winter clothes she wore had been warm enough to shield her from this sudden cold. Before even leaving the dorms, Junko already had in mind what she needed, and wanted to do. Small playful fun would never hurt anybody, right?

Reaching down, the model picked up a handful of snow in her palms; lightly turning it into a snowball and chuckling under her breath. Next person who left the dorms were going to be in for such a surprise! This was it, she could see the outside dorm door opening, one foot stood in front of the other as she was ready to set aim, and fire the snowball in the general direction. With that Junko let it go, flinging it towards the door with such force it would hopefully smack into the person coming out.

“Oooh! Look out!”

It was then she called out, with an inch of laughter and sarcasm in her voice, only watching the snow as it continued to travel. Whoever it was would and could either, dodge or be hit within her line of crossfire, and truthfully? Junko was hoping for the later, only so she could laugh about it.

#shslfashiongirl #this was like the first open i saw scrolling down my dash so why not #this is where you hit him with another snowball uvu

It was a cold winter morning, and as usual, Houtarou wanted to do nothing other than sleep in, considering it was a Saturday. Looking out the window, the boy was indifferent to the snowfall outside which had completely transformed the school grounds practically overnight, he got changed and decided to go find breakfast. He opened the front door of the dorms, and that's when it hit him, literally.

A chill went down his spine as the snowball landed square in the middle of his face. Confused and somewhat angry, he wiped the snow off with a single motion, and as he raised his head his emerald eyes met the sapphire hues who had thrown the snowball at him with a glare.

However, Houtarou did not utter a single word, and decided that it was just a prank on a random person, and not him specifically. With a lack of intent to retaliate, he decided to do nothing about her and continue on his way. He maintained eye contact with the attacker as he continued to trudge through the snow right past her, and it was then that he noticed her appearance: it was like that of a model. I guess there really are all kinds of people at this school, he thought to himself.

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New transfer, new place. It was a wonder that Ibara had made it so far without double-thinking herself. With the past few days to settle quietly and feel out the jist of the place, she was a little less nervous than she initially had been.

But that didn’t change the fact that she knew, …as of currently, no one there.

She’d have to be bold and put herself out there. Take things into her own hands, for once. It wasn’t going to take much, or so she hoped. Just snag the attention of anybody that so passed her direction that didn’t look terribly …foul, or busy, or vacant for that matter.

But nonono, wait. She wasn’t the one setting standards here. There was no room to be picky. Shoulders back, deep breath, come on now you couldn’t possibly be this nervestruck without making yet a single effort!

’—- - p -puh -Please, if you could direct me to where the library is - -!’ And there you had it. She’d lost her cool the moment she’d opened her mouth. This was already going superbly well.

As one who has no trouble fitting into his surroundings with relative ease, Houtarou had little problems with attending Tancho Academy for the past little while, despite being unable to make any friends thus far. Which was fine, he supposed, even though it was a somewhat lonely way to live, since he was quite used to being alone and this much wouldn't bother him.

And so it was to his utter bewilderment that a familiar-looking face didn't immediately get on his case, much less recognizing him at all. Instead, she'd began to ask for directions to the school library, which was typical of her, but she seemed quite lost and not showing the attitude he'd expected. But without further hesitation, he responded to her question and decided to let her figure out the rest.

"It's on the first floor of the eastern wing of the school, Mayaka."

With that, Houtarou braced himself for the oncoming onslaught of anger that was Ibara Mayaka.

#blissfinder

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training with pocky (event open)

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Shiina doesn’t take her eyes off the sticks on her fingers even as the boy tries to speak to her.

“Why?” Then she looks to her back. “Ah. Class.”

Shiina faces the boy. “This is perfect timing. I challenge you, kid.” She doesn’t seem to care for the line she’s making, and it doesn’t seem like she’ll budge otherwise, so it’s probably best to accept whatever challenge she has.

“Of course, you won’t have to balance sticks on your fingers—I have to prove to myself that my concentration has improved, after all.”

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A challenge? If he didn't have to, he would avoid a challenge at all costs, sticking to the path of least resistance, but if no action were taken here then it would waste both his time and everyone else's, and he wouldn't want any grudges held against him for that. With a reluctant sigh, he looked the balancing girl in the eyes.

"What is it?"

Obviously, something simple would not be that far of the question, but he had to know what he was getting himself into before he accepted her challenge. After all, from the looks of it, this girl was clearly born in the wrong time period. If he isn't careful, she might do something like draw a blade on him, which was definitely what he wanted the least.

#saishuubosu

"You shall not pass!" would be the title of my opening post.

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A ridiculously normal guy. Such a thing was always to be found in a school setting. There were always normal guys, but then there was that one person. That one guy who was so ridiculously normal he was extraordinary in his own right. Average grades. Average abilities. Average friends. Average clothes. Average life. Neither good nor bad. No extraordinary talents nor blaring flaws. Simply average. Such an enigma just so happened to be before her. However, she had barely paid him any mind. At least, that was likely what it seemed like. She continued staring ahead of her, her eyes never following him as he passed her by.

But that was the moment that everything normal had been thrown out the window. The moment he turned to give that little backwards glance demonstrated in his reaction picture, Ajimu had vanished from the spot. Instead, she was now at the very end of the hallway in the direction where the boy was walking towards. Once more, she did nothing. Neither blink, nor move, nor breathe. She simply stared right back at him.

It was like something out of SCP - Containment breach, but instead of a grotesque naked mannequin with a bubble butt it was a fairly attractive yet intimidating schoolgirl.

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His heart stopped. Something unreal, out of this world had happened. His eyes widened. The girl behind him was no longer there. She had completely vanished, like a magic trick. But there weren't any footsteps, any trap doors, or any smoke to explain this. No, this defied logical explanation, it was a phenomenon that could only be explained as supernatural, a complete shock to an average teenager who only sees things from point A to point B.

He turned his head to look ahead. Like an apparition, she was there, staring straight at him with ghost-white skin and unblinking eyes. It was clear to him, however, that this was no ghost, but merely someone playing tricks on him. But why him? With a look of resolve on his face, Houtarou steeled himself and began down the hallway. The girl in front of him remained there, motionless, as he continued towards her. As he approached, he held back the urge to ask questions, and continued past her on his way to class.

#omnipotentschoolgirl

"You shall not pass!" would be the title of my opening post.

This is supposed to be the part where I make my opening post, setting up an elaborate scene that usually ends with ‘And then they bumped into someone’ or ‘She approached him and asked for questions’. But I won’t be doing that. I won’t be doing anything at all! But for the sake of roleplaying I will write up a scenario where I’m doing nothing at all. Just for you. <3 Now then, let me get into a narration character…

Ahem.

A new life, a new beginning. Even with that said, it all felt the same to her. To her, everything felt the same. The same mundane daily routines. The same mundane generic people. Everything felt generic to her, even if by human standards they were extraordinary. Grey horned aliens who spoke with quirks? Normal. A group of magical rejects from Disney’s Aladdin? Normal. The same old thing each and every day. But she desperately hoped that something ‘out of the ordinary’ would happen. Something that defied her expectations. Defied her logic. Those were extremely high expectations to live up to, but she placed hope in this panfandom rolepl-… School, that someone would accomplish this.

But that was a story for another day. Today she had but one task on her mind. And that task was monitoring the halls of Tancho academy. She could have chosen a number of other jobs she could have done. Perhaps even weaseled her way into the student council. But she had done that already. And being a hall monitor seemed like the perfect setup to get replies from other rolepay-… Meet other students. As such, she stood there. In a way, it was almost eerie. She simply stood there. She didn’t move. She didn’t blink. She didn’t even breathe. She did absolutely nothing. She simply stood there.

Waiting.