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As their voice wavered, her eyes glowed. She was making them nervous. Good. This is what she wanted. Had she heard the spider comparison in their head, she would have taken great pleasure in it. As it was, she would have to get her sustenance from their gasp.

She wanted to make them gasp like that again, if she could.

"Do you like the paranormal?" she asked, turning her face to them and holding forth the doll. "Or are you just a toy collector who prefers the dark?"

With her free hand, she concealed her mouth as she laughed a soundless laugh. If they were truly a toy collector after dark spaces, she might have to kiss them. It was a ridiculously stupid notion, but she lived for pretty people who were ridiculously stupid.

She gathered her purchases again, choosing for forgo the lingerie for good. It was too cheap, here, anyway.

Aika inclined her head towards the register, asking, “Do you want to walk me back to campus?”

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They were getting more and more nervous as she continued to watch them. She made their heart race and thoughts cloud over with her gaze alone. Usually, Kin would simply talk their way away from those who intimidated them, but they found it extremely hard to do so with her. She commanded obedience it seemed, and they simply had no choice but to comply.

Kin looked at the doll in her outstretched hand to escape her stare. It comforted them somewhat, but they sorely wished for it to be back in their own hands as a wall between themself and her.

"I...I'm interested in the paranormal, yes..." They had to take a pause since their voice was beginning to fail them once more. They were only able to get through the rest of their statement through mumbling. "I came to investigate that vessel you're holding..."

With their comment hanging there, ignored, they turned their attention to the (rather dirty, wow the managers needed to invest in a vacuum) floor. Kin heard her messing with whatever it was she had in her other hand, but didn't really care to look anywhere but the floor. That is, until she spoke once more.

They looked up to her, a small blush beginning to creep onto their cheeks. Kin didn't exactly want to leave the store yet, but they struggled to find an excuse.

"A-ah, well, you see..." They swallowed. "I wasn't exactly...finished looking at that vessel..."

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Damn. She hadn’t quite expected any good results from her query besides a definitive gender, but ‘Kin’ was gender neutral. At least, she reasoned, she had acquired an approximate age for the young man—woman?—teenager.

Because of this small victory, a smile crossed her face, dimpling her cheeks.It was an expression she avoided, because it was an expression that was coveted by patients. It was a positive response that psychiatric patients needed desperately, and were frequently willing to do anything to get. Teenagers, she had found, were much like psychiatric patients.

She dangled the smile as a prize for Kin’s willingness to talk to her.

"I think we’re in the same class, or close to it, maybe," she said, her white teeth flashing slightly in the gloom. "I’m Aika Akiyama. What’s your title?"

Casually, as she spoke, she plucked the harlequin from their hands and checked the price tag. It was a hefty sum for such a small thing, but it mattered to some people, and for that purpose it could be well worth its price. She made sure t not move her face, but to track her eyes over to the one she wished to solve. They wanted it, of that she was certain.

Interesting.

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The girl's dimpled smile caught Kin's attention. She was beautiful, certainly, but her smile...it was something else. The curve of her cheeks, the perfection of her skin, the white of her teeth, the dimple making itself known... It was stunning, but there was something that Kin couldn't quite place their finger on lacing its way into that smile. It reminded them of something...

They found themself wondering, if what she was saying was true, how they never noticed her during school hours. Kin was never one to ignore the world around them, but some things slipped through the cracks still. However, she was quite something to let slip through.

"Ah, I was, um...They gave me the title of Super High-School Level Calligrapher..." Darn, they let their voice waver. She was getting to them in ways that others simply did not. Sure, Kin was easily intimidated, but it was that one thing that they couldn't put their finger on that caused their nerves.

They gasped slightly when she plucked the small figure from their hands. It was what they were trying to put between themself and her, and now that barrier was gone. Observing how she looked at the vessel, they finally figured it out.

A spider. She gave off an air of control. Once one gets caught in her web, there's no going back.

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"Maybe," was the word that escaped Aika’s purple lips. Her eyes sought the person’s face, lingering on a mole here and a mole there, until her gaze got sucked into their eyes. Ah, purple. How beautiful.

Something kin to lust kindled in her, then. This person wasn’t easily readable. They were beautiful. She couldn’t, for the life of her, figure out what was going on in their pants. Delightful.

"What’s your name?" she asked, peering up at them carefully. "I think, maybe, we go to school together," she offered, as an almost shy explanation.

She was not, in fact, shy of this person. She was trying to gauge their responses to her gentle flirtations, so as to unlock the secret of what lie in their underwear once and for all.

Her eyes coasted down their body, and her pink tongue flicked out and licked her purple lips as she did so. It was a hungry motion, and she was entirely unaware of it. Her eyes locked on the harlequin, and she wondered if the person knew that they were holding a vessel, and the spirit in it could be unpredictable. She wondered if warning them would be funny. She held off until she knew if they were truly a student of Hope’s Peak.

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'Maybe'...? That was a rather odd way to respond...

Kin found it hard to maintain eye contact with this strange girl. Her glasses gave the illusion of an unmoving gaze that shot straight through them and chilled them slightly. It was rather intimidating...

They let their eyes wander from one place to the other until the sound of her voice pulled them out of their thoughts. Looking back to her, Kin tried to keep their voice steady.

"Oh... Kin Watanabe. I...I go to Hope's Peak Academy. I don't believe I've seen you around, forgive me..."

This girl's gaze made them nervous. It felt as if she was examining every aspect of them. Though they couldn't see her actual eyes through her glasses, they felt her stare wandering all over their body. They had to keep themself from blushing and squirming under such a stare. Something about it made them want to turn away, to run and hide, but it seemed to command them to do the opposite. Kin was stuck.

Since they hadn't anything else to look at, they let their eyes wander back to the harlequin. Being in its presence was a lot less scary than being in her presence.

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Aika looked at the dormitory that had been provided for her. Pale walls, pale floor, well lit. Plain. The only blessing she had to thank for was the fact that she had not been burdened with a room mate. She set her luggage on the floor, and kicked it over next to the bed, too disgusted to unpack. She had, lacking in foresight, failed to pack any decorations for the dormitory.

This would not do. She bent down, and retrieved her small black purse from her bag. It had money in it, as much as she could have packed without dipping into her grant money, and she planned on putting it to good use. If she spent it all, she could always find other ways to make money.

Teenager boys would pay for anything for a pretty girl, or so she was told.

Securing the thin strap of her purse across her shoulder and letting the actual bag bit of it rest just below her hip, she paused before the mirror in the room. She allowed a smile smile to work its way onto her face as she reapplied her lipstick, kissed the mirror, and was ready to depart.

In town, she was able to locate the perfect store. Oddities and the Occult, it promised. An Emporium of sorts, it seemed to be, and exactly suited for her interests in such a time of need.

Stepping in, the large room was dimly lit and split by tall shelves. The windows were heavily curtained, and those few who occupied the store shuffled, nearly blind in the dark. Black candles lit the counter, covered as it was in pin cushions and mood rings. Knowing that she could hardly be seen, the second smile of the day found itself upon her face.

She browsed for a time, picking up silver crosses to nail upside down to her walls, lacy black curtains, and eyeing the dark lingerie she spotted in the corner, before spotting something even more interesting than zippered underwear.

A boy—or a girl? She could not tell, for though their figure was slight and their hair long, they were very tall, and, well, very agender in appearance—stood holding a small harlequin doll. They were of high school age, and in the Hope’s Peak area, so she could only assume that they attended her school. Fascinating.

Coming up behind them, she brushed their shoulder delicately with her cold fingertips.

"Hello," she said simply, and did not feel the necessity to say more.

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Kin was never one to go out and buy on impulse. There were so many other things they needed to spend on. There were groceries to be bought, bills to be paid, necessities for their family of four to take care of, as well as supplies to keep their steady flow of fresh pens and ink going... So little was able to be spent on frivolous things that simply piqued their interest, so they mostly didn't try to look.

However, sometimes they just couldn't help themself. This little shop near their school simply hit all of their weak points, and they couldn't keep themself from checking the store's shipments daily, just to see if anything interesting popped up.

And finally, something did.

That day, Kin made the short trek from their simple dorm over to the shop. The walk seemed to take forever, but when they arrived at last, they knew exactly where to go. Passing the various other customers, all at various levels of intimidating, they made their way to the back counter. Sitting there was the beautiful figurine they had seen a picture of only half an hour earlier. They picked it up, its weight somewhat comforting, as if the spirit inside gave it actual life. They smiled down at it gently, almost lovingly.

However, they knew they hadn't the money to make it theirs...

Just as that thought went through Kin's head, they felt a hand on their shoulder. Flinching at the contact, they turned to look at the girl whose purple sunglasses caught the light of the candles nearby, giving the lenses a near life-like glisten. She...was rather pretty...

"A-ah..." They placed the harlequin back on its cushion on the counter. "Hello, may I help you?"

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Kin sighed in slight relief as the class was at last dismissed for the day. They had never been one to enjoy school, but however much they disliked it, they would never drop out. After all, this school was meant to boost their success and possibly lead to a better life for them and their family. If such was the case, then Kin would gladly put up with it.

Quickly packing up their things, Kin made for the door, meaning to get home as soon as possible. They nodded to an acquaintance or two on the way out, but didn't have the energy to stop to chat. Keeping their pace steady, they made their way through the hall, checking to make sure they had all of their things. They had gotten to the lobby before they realized something was off.

...

Oh no!

Kin stopped off to the side of the hallway and pulled their bag from their shoulder to search through. No, no, no! It wasn't there! Their favorite calligraphy pen had gone missing! It was certainly one they couldn't afford to lose, either. Replacing the bag on their shoulder, they simply resolved to retrace their steps back into the classroom.

Looking to their desk, they saw not only their prized pen, but someone picking it up and examining it as well. They strode over, nervous as to whether or not this person was going to steal it, and stopped a few paces behind this new person.

Their voice was soft when they spoke.

"Excuse me...?"

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Recognition flashed across Chie’s face at the mention of Kin’s name. She quivered, this time not in fear, but in earnest excitement.

"Watanabe-sempai!" she cried out, her face breaking into an honest smile. "I have edited your papers before! Anonymously, of course, so as to save your teachers’ face, but I recognise your name!"

She paused, touching her temples and wobbling back and forth from heel to toe as she tried to recall what had made his papers spectacular. She had found that if she complimented students after recognising them, they were far more respective to her edits. As for Kin…It wasn’t the writing itself—that was fairly average…but…

"Your penmanship!" she decided, practically glowing. "You have outstanding penmanship!"

Recalling the question that was actually being addressed, she attempted to simmer down, and stopped rocking back and forth. She smiled up at him as she introduced herself; “Chie Ishihara. I go to Hope’s Peak Academy with you!”

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Kin's smile wavered a bit as surprise once more made itself know on their face. Disbelief briefly took root in their mind, as there hardly seemed to be any way that someone so young would be able to get ahold of his schoolwork, but at the same time, they figured, why would she lie about it? And how else would she know them?

...Oh. ...OH! She's a student at Hope's Peak as well!? But she appears so young! Their shock became a little more apparent as they processed the new information.

They cleared their thoughts and became slightly embarrassed at her compliment. They had always put an effort into making their writing aesthetically beautiful, even when they weren't doing official calligraphy work, which is why they always preferred to hand-write all of their written assignments rather than typing them. To have such effort acknowledged made them a little bashful.

Blushing just slightly and looking slightly away, also embarrassed by the fact that they mistook her for a middle schooler, they answered. "Ah, thank you very much. It means so much to hear that, really..." Thinking back to how much the editing presumably done by her improved their paper, they went on. "So you were the one who made those edits on my papers? Thank you very much. Coming up with the content for writing has never been my strong suit..."

They made eye contact with her once more. "What might your title be, if I may ask?"

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She yelped as someone else tapped her. Big, dramatic tears started dribbling from her eyes and splattering onto the floor and her sweatshirt as she realised that she reacted very poorly to stress.

"I—?" she still could not manage a reply, instead looking with confusion at the piece of paper the stranger held.

It was the receipt.

"Yes!" she cried out, pointing at it with shaky hands. "I p-paid, look!"

She looked up at the employee with wide eyes, still brimming with tears, until he grunted and let her go. She flung away from him as if he had thrown her, and spiraled away out of the building. She turned abruptly and slammed her back against the wall just next to the entrance of the building, panting furiously. This was just too much excitement for little ol’ Chie.

She peeked her head back in to look at her saviour, and noted that the bearish employee had left, so she tip toed back into the store, sheepish as can be.

"Thank you…" she murmured, stepping up to him and trembling like a leaf in the wind. "It was very kind of you to step in as I was being harassed by such a monster as you saw." She offered them a smile, and a respectful bow.

"May I know your name?"

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Kin watched her carefully. Concern overtook their thoughts as they noticed the girl’s tears. She must must be so young if she was reacting with such emotion to the intimidating man… They felt sympathy for her, the same kind that they felt for their own younger siblings.

They watched her reply to the brutish man, and stayed stationary as she quickly fled, turning their head to try to keep their eye on her. Watching the sidewalk outside of the shop rather than right next to it, they failed to catch sight of her.

Only when she returned did they realize that she hadn’t covered very much distance. Tear streaks were still fresh on her face, and they felt they couldn’t simply let them stay. They began fishing around in their pocket as the girl spoke.

Pulling the white cloth from the confines of their hoodie pocket, they handed to her.

"No thanks are necessary." Smiling gently, they answered her question, offering a bow of their own. "Kin Watanabe, at your service. And your’s?"

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Chie looked like a criminal. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt that she had appropriated from her father’s closet prior to her leaving for Hope’s Peak. It was navy blue, with some sports team on the front which she knew nothing about. Additionally, she had on a green knit cap, a long school skirt, and large sunglasses to conceal her face. The hood was up, on top of everything. And, to put the icing on the cake, as it were, she was lurking around a video game store.

She had a reason for looking so suspicious, of course, that was entirely separate from thievery. She simply did not want to be recognised by a potential customer or peer in such a place, doing such scandalous activities as buying the new Pokemon games. It was all she could do to keep from breathing heavily as she purchased her wares and began to leave the building.

Unfortunately, she was accosted by a large, hairy gentleman wearing a shirt and lanyard which indicated that he worked for the fine establishment Chie was currently patronising. He grabbed at her shoulder, and she peered up at him fearfully, taking in his thick neck, thin veneer of hair covering it, and grumpy expression. She did not know what he wanted, but she was terrified, and her face grew red as she began to cry.

"Did you pay for that game?" he growled at her as she trembled.

"I—I—I—!!" She could not find the words to defend herself, nor the coordination to retrieve the receipt of her purchase, and instead just stammered like a guilty party.

More than anonymity, at this point, Chie simply needed a knight in shining armor.

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Kin had always enjoyed walks on days such as this. The air chilled them through, and the sky was overcast to just the right degree. Usually, their walks didn't last as long as this certain one seemed to have been. They had started at the school and made it to their own house, and was currently on their way back.

Their feet carried them past the small shops lined up on each side of the street leading to the academy. Past the coffee shop, past the book store, past convenience store. They knew this street well and correctly predicted what they were going to see through the shops' glass-paned fronts. People typing away at their computers in the coffee shop, a classmate buying some required reading in he book store, the kindly elderly couple giving away that one piece of candy for free to a kid in the convenience store. Everything was like a beautiful painting in the sense that it was all just as one would expect.

Approaching the video game store, Kin predicted that they would see someone buying a new game, someone else begging their parent for that new game, and one more person chatting it up with an off-duty employee. However, in this instance, their perfect-painting world crumbled at the scene that presented itself as they passed.

A girl, presumably a young one with how small she was, was trembling as the largest employee of the shop towered over her. They stopped dead in their tracks, just to the side of the doorway where the scene was taking place. As the girl stuttered, seemingly desperately, Kin noticed something small and crumpled fall to the ground. They bent to pluck it off the concrete, making a not to sanitize their hands before doing anything else.

Taking a deep breath, Kin tapped the small girl's shoulder and held out the small, wrinkled paper.

"Excuse me, miss...? I believe you dropped this."

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