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"[color=lightsalmon]AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH![/color]"

The scream had jolted the redhead out of her slumber, sleepy eyes immediately alert as a rapid beeping sound was heard. Inhaling, she could smell smoke. Throwing her blankets off of her, she scrambled out of the room, practically throwing herself down the stairs and skidding to a halt right at the scene of the crime. An extremely panicked girl was running around the living room, desperately trying to flap out the smoke from the jacket she had in her hands. On top of the ironing board sat a now-ruined iron, coated in an odd mix of polyester and cotton. 

The girl's name was Shimizu Ichika. About a week ago, the two had moved in together, and ever since then, every single day had been composed of Ichika causing some sort of disaster with Shiori having to clean up. Funny enough, Shiori had always figured the 'spoiled rich girl' archetype was just that: an archetype. But seeing it unfold before her day after day had convinced her that yes, people could truly be that hopeless. And as she quickly put together the situation at hand, she was at least grateful this wasn't as bad as the dishwasher incident.

"[color=crimson]For the love of--ICHIKA![/color]" She yelled, the long haired girl finally coming to a stop. Letting out a sigh, she extracted "[color=crimson]The hell did you do?![/color]"

With giant, watery tears gushing down her face, the normally beautiful looking girl openly sobbed, clinging onto the jacket. "[color=lightsalmon]Shiori! I--I was just trying to iron your uniform![/color]" She cried.

So she tried to iron her jacket. And failed. Spectacularly, at that. Walking over to the alarm, she managed to silence it. Letting out a sigh, she eyed the rest of her uniform, which had been surprisingly ironed out well. Ichika must have run into a challenge with the thicker material. Taking her ruined jacket in hand, she examined the burned hole wearily. No way she could wear that.

"[color=crimson]It's fine. Let's just get ready,[/color]" Shiori said, motioning for her to get going.

Looking somewhat crestfallen, Ichika dragged her feet back to her room. Shiori did the same, changing into her uniform, though she ended up pulling on her red sweater in place of the jacket. Ugh, so much for trying not to get in trouble the first day. Granted, it was only a matter of time, but she usually had a few days before either mouthing off to the wrong person or getting into a fistfight with someone.

Her watch beeped at her, and she realized it was time to start walking. Staring at herself in the mirror, she decided to leave her shaggy hair alone as she went to Ichika's room, bombarded by the scent of hair spray and perfume. While Shiori usually just rolled out of bed and was good to go, Ichika had a regime. Every single morning, she'd brush her super long hair out, making sure her waves were perfect before she would finally decide to step out of her room. Surprisingly, she didn't wear much makeup, but her obsession with her hair took enough time as it was.

"[color=lightsalmon]How do I look?[/color]" Ichika asked, striking a pose in her uniform.

"[color=crimson]You look fine. Come on, let's go,[/color]" She urged.

Ichika was practically skipping as she followed Shiori outside the house and down the road. She didn't seem at all bothered by her new surroundings, only curiously looking around. Shiori had her bag in one hand and the other in her pocket, only focusing on the walk ahead. Soon enough, the duo could see the school not too far ahead. She had to admit, being closer to the school made the walk a lot easier, though she supposed that was thanks to Ichika's mother.

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Yoshi had always considered himself a morning person. From the moment he woke up, he was full of energy. And who wouldn't be? It was the first day of school! Something about the first day always seemed magical and exciting to him. So when he woke up, he jumped out of bed, stretching his arms high above his head. Today was going to be a great day! New school, new people, new friends! 

With the excitement in hand, he sauntered over to the bathroom, sliding in right before his little sister had a chance to. "[color=deepskyblue]You snooze, you lose![/color]" He said as she banged on the door, hollering at him to let her in. Soon after brushing his teeth and washing his face, he opened the door, resulting in their usual argument of him asserting his role as the big brother by pinching her face and then running away before she could hit him.

It was routine, but it was good.

Grabbing his bag and dressed to impress, Yoshi entered the kitchen, spotting his mother on the phone as she put her shoes on. She blew him a kiss when she saw him, exiting the house immediately afterwards. Go figure, he hadn't been expecting her to still be home, but it was a nice surprise. She had even cooked breakfast! Awesome!

Once he gobbled down his food, he was out of the house and on his way, whistling to himself as he walked.