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@programmator
"I’ve returned from my vacation!"
"Onee-chan! Welcome back! I missed you a whole bunch...! Even though the holiday has passed... Merry Christmas, Onee-chan!"
Surprise surprise! In addition to your normal festivities, you wake up on Christmas to find a festively-wrapped box with a note: "Fujisaki, you've been good, so I got you some extra space to do your favorite activity with. -- Santa" Inside, you find a 2-Terrabyte hard drive with remote access to any computers in range. Nice and roomy so Alter Ego can stretch its legs!
"!!!"
"Who… Who would give me such a nice present…?! I-I don’t deserve something like this…! They’re too kind! This i-is perfect for Alter Ego! N-Now she won’t work as hard! Thank you, Santa! Thank you so much…! This is going to be the best Christmas in Hopes Peak…!"
"I think Oowada-kun isn't really the badass he is...!"
I-I mean, everyone knows I have the largest dick in the joint!"
model | mahiru + chihiro
Mahiru was in the process of adjusting the settings of her camera when she realized that she wasn’t walking side-by-side with the programmer. Blinking in genuine befuddlement, the redhead put an abrupt halt to her steps and turned around to look at her friend— slightly tilting her head to one side.
"You okay, Chihiro-chan?" She asked, concern lacing her words. "You look awfully red."
Perhaps Chihiro didn’t want to do this and only agreed to it because she had trouble saying ‘no’. From the very moment Mahiru had taken notice of the shorter girl, she instantly knew that Chihiro is the kind of girl who can easily get pushed around by other girls.
"Look, if you don’t want to do this…" She began, a bit upset that she obliviously forced her friend to do this for her. She didn’t want to force anyone into doing anything at all— that would most likely be considered bullying. "…then it’s fine. I can always look for someone else to try the dresses on."
"You okay, Chihiro-chan? You look awfully red."
"Eh? R-Really?" He placed his hands over his red covered cheeks, feeling more embarrassed.
Gah, Chihiro, get a grip! He frantically thought as he tried to calm himself down.
"Look, if you don’t want to do this…"
Her words made him snap into reality as he stared at the photographer, his coloured cheeks already fading. His eyes started to wide as he let these words sink in.
"…then it’s fine. I can always look for someone else to try the dresses on."
"No!" He said that rather quickly. "Ah-- I-I mean... Don't worry Mahiru-cha-- I mean Koizumi-san!" Gosh she is quickly influencing him. He took a small breath in to calm himself.
"Koizumi-san... I-I want to do this...! I-I am just not used to wearing this... b-but I really, really want too!" He gave Koizumi a determined look. What he said was the honest truth - he truly wants to help Koizumi and he will do his very best.
A Hammy Meetup || Gundam + Chihiro
"Of my many talents, artificing; alchemy; synthesizing spells; enthralling lesser beings, my greatest triumph in this realm of existence is to commune with the beasts of the earth, those who are the true lords of this domain."
In concurrence with the boy’s powerful proclamations, his four hamsters took a pose in victory, celebrating the individual who thought so highly of them as to consider them ‘godly.’
"In your mortal terms, you would know it as an ‘Animal Breeder.’ As for your own, by what means do you call your talent insufficient?"
Gundam’s entire personality overflowed with force of personality, only magnified by the support of his hamsters. As he towered over the younger girl, his very presence was entirely overwhelming.
"Of my many talents, artificing; alchemy; synthesizing spells; enthralling lesser beings... my greatest triumph in this realm of existence is to commune with the beasts of the earth, those who are the true lords of this domain."
The small boy stared at Tanaka, in a mixture of awe and confusion. Can he really do all that? Or was he making them up? He decided to believe in him for now.
He watched as Tanaka's cute little hamsters posed in victory.
"In your mortal terms, you would know it as an ‘Animal Breeder.’ "
Tanaka-kun is an animal breeder? He would have never came to that conclusion, considering what the man in front of him is wearing and how he is behaving. Today was full of surprises wasn't it?
"T-That's a really cool... talent Tanaka-kun...!" He complimented him with a small smile.
"As for your own, by what means do you call your talent insufficient?"
He was, once again, surprised. Chihiro wasn't expecting the animal breeder to ask him. He shyly looked away, clasping his hands behind his back.
"W-Well... Comparing to the other talents in this school, i-including yours, they are all... really cool... Mine is rather boring... B-But it's what I enjoy doing so...!" He has no idea where he is going with this. He glanced around the room, trying to think of a way to change the subject. His eyes rested on his hamsters and a small smile was shown on his lips.
"Your hamsters are... v-very cute, Tanaka-kun!" He resisted the urge to ask Tanaka if he can pet the hamsters since he had a feeling that he wouldn't be allowed.
"… Why are there people stripping?"
"Eh?! S-Stripping!? W-Who is doing that, Onee-chan?!"
With someone like you by our side, I look forward to what we can accomplish from here on.
by もみじ
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Dolled Up
[♥] Rocking back and forth on her heels, a habit she’d adopted from years of anxiety that had eaten away at her bravado and any semblance of tranquility she might otherwise possess. Even in such situations, one where genuine hope was the primary overtone to the atmosphere, depression and frayed nerves seemed to always prevail. Perhaps a day with Chihiro, as timid and precious as she was, would be some kind of comfort. The world hadn’t managed to ruin everything, yet, had it?
No. That was quitter talk. That was not the thought of a girl who had overcome everything, using loneliness as a prompt to succeed. It wasn’t the thought of a girl who had done things, terrible things, and maintained every single detail that agencies had worked their magic to fix, turning her into a manufactured doll with a pulse. No, it wasn’t her, and she wouldn’t allow such things to taint her mindset. Lucky that the programmer hadn’t yet appeared, Sayaka took the time to pull herself from the brink of no return. There had been reason behind her visit, and that was to ease these pitiful ways of viewing herself, of viewing the world around her.
I just need someone to distract me, someone who won’t remind me of anything like this, and I can make it till the night. Shuddering at the thought of another nightmarish sleep, Sayaka all but forced herself to at least look the part of a happy idol. It didn’t seem likely that Chihiro would react well to a hysterical girl at her doorstep — she seemed much too sensitive. Using her own need for another’s touch and voice as incentive, she forced her delicate features into a lopsided smile, attempting to make herself seem as natural as possible in the time she still had before the door would open.
—creak.
It seemed to be convincing enough for Chihiro, or maybe she was just adept in ignoring the small details that were left behind in such a last minute disguise. Guessing — hoping — that is was the former rather than the latter, Sayaka greeted the other with a fixed grin. Timidly, but surely, the programmer returned the gesture with a meek smile of her own. Seeming open enough, the girl ensured an afternoon that wouldn’t be plagued by worry and lonesomeness. Chirping a welcome, plus her request for a visit, she was relieved to hear a stutter of acceptance from her host.
"Y-You want to spend time with me …? I-I’m not busy, so su-sure …!"
Though everything about her seemed to be meek, she certainly had an enviable kind of happiness that seemed to be anything but muted. With a single, swift nod, she confirmed the question with the simplicity of her gesture. Taking a careful step back, making room for another body in the wide expanse that the hall allowed. The golden orbs opposite her, so warm in comparison to the oceanic hues of her own, lit up in excitement and widened in surprise. It seemed that Chihiro was just as happy to have company as Sayaka herself, yet another source of relief for the idol.
"Ah! Hold on, Maizono-san…"
Ducking back into the dorm room that had been spared for the hacker alone, Chihiro left Sayaka in silence once again. Searching for small imperfections in the architecture — anything to get her mind off of the racing worries that haunted her daily — she waited patiently for the voice’s return. Funny, now that she thought back on the tone … there was a certain pitch that she hadn’t quite expected. Oh, well. It seemed such a ludicrous thing to focus on, and she wouldn’t entertain it as anything more than a way to pass time. Though it was definitely something that had piqued her interest. Before a second more could be devoted to her internal debate, the door opened once more, the voice in question interrupted.
"Sorry a-about that… what should we do today ,…? Or do you have so-something in mind?"
Giving a slight shrug of her delicate shoulder, unwilling to commit to anything but having one thing in particular in mind, she cast her pointed chin downwards. Staring at her feet, twiddling idle thumbs, Sayaka only hummed in response. Gathering the ability to propose her suggestion with a straight face, she finally met the curious stare with one of own, though less imploring in its nature. Keeping her attention trained on Chihiro, it was with no air of nervousness with which she made her request.
"Fujisaki-san, I want to see you try on a dress." Speaking bluntly, though careful not to seem straight forward, her words came out all at once. With the full weight of her proposition out on the table, Sayaka had no fear of playing the rest of her cards. Fluttering her thick, inky lashes at the girl, a true flirt till the end, she clasped her hands only to rest them on her slight chest. "I’ve noticed some of the students here with their eye on you, and it’d be really fun to just spend time with a girl here, really. How does that sound?" Praying for a positive reaction, she felt it’d be best to keep her innocent disposition for the rest of their time together.
He eyed her curiously as she lowered her head, twiddling her thumbs, giving him a hum in a response. A few seconds have passed when she faced the programmer again.
"Fujisaki-san, I want to see you try on a dress."
His eyes widen from what she suddenly said, that he couldn't help but gape at her a little.
"I’ve noticed some of the students here with their eye on you, and it’d be really fun to just spend time with a girl here, really. How does that sound?"
"An... e-eye on me...?" He pointed at himself as he said this, his cheeks showing a noticeable shade of red. Why would anyone notice a person like him? Someone who isn't as interesting as the others. He turn his gaze back at the idol, watching her flutter her eye lashes innocently as she rests her hands on her chest. In his mind, he could feel himself letting out a soft sigh. There is no harm in this request, so why should he turn her down? He gave the idol a gentle smile.
"That... s-sounds nice..." He slowly tapped on his chin, as if he wants to say more, which he does. However he was hesitating. Deciding to test out his own luck, he put his hands behind his back as he shyly looked away.
"Maybe... y-you can do it too...? I-I mean, we can play dress up together...!" He fully looked up at her, his smile slightly widening. "I want Maizono-san to... have some fun too...!"
model | mahiru + chihiro
Once the programmer took a hold of the iron from her hand, Mahiru comfortably shifted her position on the bed and watched her friend take a gander of the manual. Of course Chihiro would understand the instructions. She is, after all, a programmer and something simple as handling a curling iron can be easily considered a piece of cake for her.
Mahiru watched her friend with genuine curiosity, her eyes taking in every detail of the shorter girl’s movements. She was mostly intrigued at how Chihiro’s hair would curl up and bounce over her shoulders right after the iron twisted them around.
"Wow… That’s pretty impressive." She commented while her friend still continued on with the iron. Once Chihiro was finally done curling her hair, she faced Mahiru— her cheeks bursting with color that could match the photographer’s ember-laced hair.
"T-They… are not the best but… how does it look…?"
Mahiru blinked for a few times, taking her time in appreciating Chihiro’s appearance from head to toe.
"Gosh! You look really adorable, Chihiro-chan!" She exclaimed excitedly in glee. "You should really consider curling your hair day by day!" She promptly grabbed her camera from her bedside table before flashing her friend a smile. "Let’s take your picture then! Let’s go outside and we’ll have your pictures taken there!"
"Gosh! You look really adorable, Chihiro-chan! You should really consider curling your hair day by day!"
This girl certainly knows how to make his face flare up. He easily gets embarrassed with compliments.
"R-Really...? T-Thank you..." He stuttered, feeling his face still growing hot. He watched as the photographer grabbed her camera beside the table.
"Let’s take your picture then! Let’s go outside and we’ll have your pictures taken there!"
"O-Okay..." He replied to her in a soft voice. He slowly got up from the bed and he closely followed behind Mahiru as they left the dorm. It feels weird, appearing to the public in this outfit, but he figured it was bound to happen sometime in his life here at the academy.
Disappearing Act, (multi-open)
"Uh-huh! ‘Course I do!" did he just..yes, he did. In a moment of distraction, he had put the blankets back into his book bag. They were removed and spread out. "So, stringbean-chii..tell me, wha’cha do here, huh? A pillow was thrown down on the blankets, and Hagakure settled on the fluffy sheets. His eye contact with Chihiro never wavered. “And how’d ya come over here, huh?”
The boy was a bit confused when he saw Hagakure putting the blankets back in the bag. Chihiro was about to ask, but he spread out the blankets again.
"So, stringbean-chii..tell me, wha’cha do here, huh? And how’d ya come over here, huh?”
"Well... I was wondering a-around the school... and I-I got lost..." He giggled quietly to himself at that. It was rather silly, getting lost in a school. He blames his curiosity for that little mistake.
"A-And... what I do here...?" He was a little surprised that Hagakure asked him that. He watched him throw a pillow down on the blankets as Hagakure made himself comfortable on the sheets.
Do... I sit down or...? The programmer wasn't sure what he should do. He decided to continue standing to be polite. This was his blankets after all, he doesn't want to intrude in his space.
"I... usually program..." He answered the man's question as he gave him a weak shrug. "It's nothing special r-really..."
"U-um, I'm sorry... You're Fujisaki Chihiro, right? I-I'm sorry I'm just a big fan, I probably sound creepy, I'll just, go..."
"Eh? Ah don’t go! Don’t worry, you d-don’t sound creepy at all…!"
"I-I’m really flattered honestly…! I didn’t… think you would know me… o-or be a huge fan! What I-I do isn’t that interesting… You’re too kind…!"
"Ah, I haven’t seen you here before… Did you transfer here? If so, then it’s n-nice to meet you…! Is it okay if I ask what y-your name is?"
Komaeda stared expressionlessly at Chihiro for a moment before smiling at him.
"Ahah… I think I shouldn’t do that… my affection to snow only extends to looking at it. As in, I don’t like holding it, or it to be on my body, in this case… If that makes sense…"
He pondered the phrase for a minute, did it really make sense?
"Ahah… I think I shouldn’t do that… my affection to snow only extends to looking at it. As in, I don’t like holding it, or it to be on my body, in this case… If that makes sense…"
The programmer had to think a bit on what he said before giving him a small nod. I guess he doesn't like to be cold... He once again started to ponder. He wants Komaeda to enjoy himself, but what else could they do? It didn't take long for an idea to pop into his mind. The opposite to cold is hot. So why not the two of them grab some hot cocoa?
"Hey, Komaeda-kun...?" He turned his attention to the white-haired man, showing him a gentle smile.
"We can... go back inside and grab some nice h-hot cocoa...!" Whenever he thinks about hot cocoa on a winter day, it always makes him feel so warm and fuzzy. He can imagine himself sitting by a fireplace with the drink in his hand as he watch the snow gently fall down from the sky. It was a nostalgic feeling to the programmer in a way.
He walked towards the pavement, stomping slightly to remove the extra snow on his shoes once he got there, before turning towards Komaeda.
"The cafeteria s-serves some hot cocoa usually at this time... so if you want w-we can go grab some...!"
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