Yoshino shrugged off Hikaru’s cold glare towards her. Apathy always trumped negativity, or at least it did in her mind. She did blink in surprise though when Maggie bolted up screaming again and started climbing up another building. Sighing, she paid no heed to her and instead turned back to the students. 

[color=#8B8989]“None of your concern. If you want an answer, go talk to my assistant,”[/color] she answered Hikaru. [color=#8B8989]“Kaichou? That’s a new one. Don’t call me that. There’s already a kaichou in this city and the man hates competition,”[/color] she deadpanned. [color=#8B8989]“Both you boys look new here, so I’ll turn a blind eye for now-”[/color]

[color=f49ac2]“Onee-chan!”[/color]

Ruki lunged out and glomped Yoshino, the syringe having been placed back in her pocket. Flustered, the older girl struggled not to tumble over altogether. Akane slowly joined the two, nodding at Yoshino.

[color=a187be]“Onee-chan.”[/color]

[color=#8B8989]“Why the hell are you not at school?!?”[/color]

[color=f49ac2]“We saw the hostage situation and wanted to be heroes!” [/color]

[color=a187be]"Ruki wanted to be hero,"[/color] Akane corrected softly.

The air only got colder, Yoshino’s voice quickly becoming deathly calm.

[color=#8B8989]“All of you. [b]Get. In. School. Now.[/b]”[/color] 

[color=f49ac2]“Yes Onee-chan!”[/color]

[color=a187be]“Yes Onee-chan.”[/color]

Yoshino sighed before turning in the direction of the school and leaving the scene of the crime behind her. Both Akane and Ruki followed along happily, as should the rest of the students. Hikura and Haruki should have been grateful. Usually she waited until all the paper work was done before speaking to new students. 

As Yoshino led the band of students to the school, the sound of a renegade fire truck was heard. Siren blaring up as hoses came alive. Yoshino merely shrugged, figuring Stukov would take care of it. One of the perks of having an assistant of the dark arts. 

Only in Miso City.