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[---For a school with little students, the halls of Hope's Peak Academy were always surprisingly crowded, teens rushing to pack their things into their lockers and head to the cafeteria before the good food was taken, or simply standing in the hall to chat with friends and causing impasses for everyone else. The halls were a busy place, and usually a hazard for most people trying to get through.---]
[---Not that the Gyaruo ever paid much attention to it, usually the first to leave class, it wasn't often he got caught up in the rush of other students. Today, however, was different. Deciding to do his nails in class had turned out to be a bad decision, and he'd been forced to stay for a good five minutes to take quick notes that were needed for homework.---]
[---Which was how he ended up in the thicket of student bodies, trying to get from one place to another, a displeased look on his pretty features. The air of superiority seemed to do little to help the situation, the teenagers far too caught up in their own worries to pay him any attention. (A crime in its own right).---]
[---Fingers clenched firmly around the strap of his book bag, it took all the Gyaruo's restraint not to groan outwardly. However, that restraint slipped, when something solid and heavy collided with his back, pushing him off balance and allowing a grunt to slip.---]
[---Spinning around with the full intent of glaring daggers into the person who dared crash into him, the boy was the definition of displeased.---]
♚— "Watch where you're going, boy."