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A part of her still missed it, really.

The satisfying sensation of throwing someone over her shoulder every Monday and Wednesday, watching the air burst out of their lungs as a mixture of astonishment and respect bloomed over their expression.

The addictive pain that shook through her forearms on every Tuesday and Thursday, when a high speed serve was received perfectly and launched so high into the air that it would graze the lights, while her team assembled into a synchronized offensive.

As she passed by the gym, hearing the shouts of former classmates, Maiko turned in that direction, caught a glimpse of Miso City High’s yellow-and-white uniform through the faded glass. Green eyes lingered for just a moment, before she turned away once more, bobbing her head to the exquisite DnB track by DJ Miche. A part of her did, but another part knew that such clubs wouldn’t bring her anywhere special, anywhere new. For that, there was only one place for a battle junkie like her to go.

The Detention Club.

A quick stop at the vending machine for some red bean soup and she skipped up three flights of stairs to reach the westward classroom that served as the headquarters for Miso City’s edgy reboot of a Magical Girl team. Throwing the door to the side and causing loud bang, Maiko stepped into the room with a cheery [color=8493ca][b]“Sup!”[/b][/color] before cracking open her lukewarm can and taking a swig. Cookies were provided as well, and the sporty girl took those three at a time, going through six of the much too small confections in three seconds.

Black Shot, the edgy two-faced weirdo.

Fortuna, the frigid bitch with a sweet ride.

Fallen Prince, the girl straight out of a chuuni’s wet dream.

Wither, the one who was even WORSE than the little prince in that regard.

[b][color=8493ca]“Not the cheeriest group today, eh?”[/color] [/b]Maiko remarked, plopping down on a seat in a particularly manly manner. [b][color=8493ca]“Little birdie told me that y’all cracked down on a horde of ants last night. How did that go? They didn’t fuse or nothing, right?”[/color][/b]

She sure hoped the Nightmares didn’t. It’d been two goddamn weeks since she’s fought any Nightmare worth her time and if yesterday had been that sought-after big boy, she was seriously going to have to bully the [i]fuck [/i]out of her manager for her shit shift management skills.