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FTE #1: Operation Bake-A-Cake || Ibuki & Akane

Arriving at the kitchen, slowly did she immerse her body into the world opulent with silverware, shiny spoons and most notoriously where most of her cherished foods are first rendered. Despite her particular passion for indulging in such sustenance, she had always considered the kitchen a simple tool to help perfect such delicacies. But previous experiences in the past regarding work and family led her to embrace the simplest of knowledge over what was in the kitchen and how things worked. Rumor spread throughout the school that there were 3 upcoming birthdays during the month of April, and Akane managed to muster up the strength to make something to commemorate her peers, even with its short-lived existence; but with a partner of course.

It was just rounding the next hour at the expected time her friend come running down, but Akane had enough common sense to know this girl was fairly unpredictable.

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Meeting Your Heroes || Syo&Ibuki

Syo (or Jack, the name they have arbitrarily picked for themselves to protect their deepest, darkest secret) is ashamed of very little. Others call them obnoxious, boisterous, annoying, disgusting - and they laugh. Cackle at the mere idea that the opinions of others will ever have any effect on them. They are so far above their true self - the one who always seeks approval from others (and never gets it; the irony).

But there are two things, two guilty pleasures that Syo can never tell a soul about: one; their tendency to murder hot guys, and two; their obsession with death metal.

For a murderer, death metal might seem like a strangely fitting interest; but the extent to which they enjoyed it embarrassed them to no end. No one, not even Gloomy knows about it - and Syo usually lets her know of everything, whether she wants to know or not. But now Syo thinks that maybe, there's someone else who can know.

They stand by the door to the music room and listen intently to the guitar riffs accompanied by shouting coming from inside. To someone else, the music might be unbearably loud - but to Syo, it's strangely soothing. And they decide right then and there that they're going to meet the person responsible for producing such wonderful music.

Without a care, Syo pushes open the door and strides into the room. "HEY!" they call, in the loudest voice they can manage, hoping to be heard over the music. They don't recognize the person in the room; they're probably an underclassmen. Oh well, they think. There's always time for making friends!

"Damn, you've got some talent! I can definitely see why they recruited you to this hellhole." Syo mock-coughs. "Oops, did I say that out loud?! Anyway, what I mean is that it's been fuckin' forever since I've heard music this great! I'm not even kidding you - and I kid a lot!" They giggle to themselves, and by now they've practically danced right up to the stranger. "So, death metal princess - tell me a lil' about yourself."