[center][b][h1]As classes reached their end, the bell rang.[/h1][/b]

Students filed into the hallways as they headed out of their fifth period classes. Some complained about how boring their core classes were, while others simply chattered amongst their friends, occasionally raising their voices in the more occupied areas of the halls.

The students headed off to their sixth period classes.

(Everyone head to Sixth Period! Next classes are [b][u]Dust Apps[/u][/b] and [b][u]Practice[/u][/b], led by [@Crimmy] and [@Plank Sinatra] respectively. Seniors will be having [b][u]Senior Aura Control[/u][/b], led by [@Kaithas].)[/center]

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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ffeBWYD.jpg[/img][/center]

The image of Lauren piloting a ship didn’t leave Sangue’s head for a while.

Then again, Lauren herself always seemed to be floating in Sangue’s thoughts, along with Ben and Amy. But all of them were different from each other, and Lauren was no exception. To Sangue, Amy was a careful, but accepting friend. She also happened to be the first friend Sangue meditated with. Ben gave off an air that made her think calmly. Lauren was always… how could she put it…?

[i]Happy.[/i]

Perhaps that was the understatement of the century.

Regardless, Sangue felt safe when Lauren was around. It would have sounded odd even to her if she did not know Lauren, but she did.

Her next class period happened to be the only class where none of her team members would be around. With that in mind, Sangue decided that she should be more outgoing. Be a bit more like her excitable team members! She gave a small bow to Lauren as she left the classroom.

She ended up continuing to think about Lauren’s piloting as she walked down the halls.

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[h3][center][color=f26522]Hana Dulcet[/color][/center][/h3]

“S-She looks like the world just crumbled around her.”

“Hey, let’s not bother her. She kinda looks… dead in the inside.”

“The heck happened to that girl?”

A shell of an orange-haired girl walked down the halls, her eyes empty and her body almost flailing at the slightest winds caused by students passing by. This shell was named Hana Dulcet. She was an aspiring Huntress who was 199% done with the world. The remaining 1% existed only because of the dignity she still held.

[color=f26522][i]Dignity my ass...[/i][/color] She thought as she wavered her way down the halls. [color=f26522][i]I just got chased by an army of girls and my weird team members busted out some K*men R*der bullcrap...[/i][/color]

It was horrifying! The whole situation was horrifying. No, she won’t judge her team members for who they were. Some people were different from others, right? Her pa always told her that. But whatever reason the headmaster had to make them her team members made her want to rip her ponytail off. And the only calm team member- Sarina- was supposedly used to their absurd behavior, so that only helped at the bare minimum!

And she was supposed to be leading them, too!

[color=f26522][i]GuuuuuUUuUUuUUUUUGHHHhhhh…[/i][/color]

She then remembered their voices, which was quite [i]obviously[/i] different from the masked people that conveniently happened to be around for her.

[center][color=ce2029][i]Wow, the Hottie Rangers must have been in town![/i][/color]

[color=silver][i]Guess all the racket was them keeping the peace for us?[/i][/color][/center]

[color=f26522]“NGAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”[/color]

For a split moment, Hana’s hair flared to life before it quickly died down, having almost activated her Semblance. Some of the students around her made a beeline around her, startled by her sudden anger.

Hana was not going to back down. Not yet, at least. She still needed to make it clear that nobody should mess with her [s]and her feelings.[/s] The first thing she was going to do was go to her class first and sit like the dignified person she was.

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[h3][center][color=00aeef]Yun[/color][/center][/h3]

Yun headed off to her sixth period class, humming to herself as she thought about what to indulge herself with after Dust Apps.