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[color=springgreen][i]“Club meeting later. As always. Not much unless the others want to do something for New Year’s.”[/i][/color]

Only now had Touka read over Ayumu’s text, ignoring much of the class to slip her phone free of her pocket. She could have cared less to whatever friendship scheme Miss Tamashi would induct on them and it wasn’t like anyone else would catch her act. Indeed, it only took a few moments to shoot the other dark girl a response before slipping her phone away; just in time for Ayumu to give her Winter Break report to the class.

When Ayumu finished, Miss Tamashi gasped with a hand held to her head with surprise. [color=magenta]“Goodness me, the Drill of Death illusion! That sounds dreadful, oh!”[/color] At least her theatrics had somewhat roused the rest of the class, even if it was just the first row. The next up was Yui and despite her better judgement, Touka found herself turning on the edge of her knuckle to lay her gaze on the second green-haired girl. No doubt the one light girl in the class would give a speech that dripped down her spine with irritation.

And of course, it was exactly what Touka had expected. For the most part, she had tolerated the speak of the dead. The only death that affected them all as Magical Girls, light or dark, was Luna. Luna, whose passing had brought with it powerful forces to their city and a new underlying veil of tension they all felt. But as Yui continued, letting her gaze stare at every one of the dark girls, Touka narrowed her eyes. It could have been so easy to let a wire run loose and watch Yui’s head roll right off for all to see….

But in the end, she wasn’t even the target of her sight. Rather, Yui’s speech ended with her looking right at Ayumu. [color=magenta]“Oh, yes…yes, you’re absolutely right dear,”[/color] said Miss Tamashi, who almost looked on the verge of tears with a light sniffle. [color=magenta]“We have to remain strong in these dark times,”[/color] she said, clearing her eyes and this time letting [i]her[/i] gaze linger on Yui. [color=magenta]“All of us.”[/color] Touka rolled her eyes.

Well at least they were onto the last person in this stupid exercise. Much like most of the students, Touka turned to look at Ami now. Frankly she didn’t care if the other girl slept through class; that was just in her nature. But Miss Tamashi had other ideas on the matter, hand on her hip and sentiment gone as she glared at Ami. Once the dark girl had actually given her report, the teacher could only gasp in admonishment.

Touka stared as well…before holding down a dark snicker to herself. Leave it to Ami to be blunt about matters, to the point where she decided to ignore how the other girl could have just revealed their secrets to the world. Probably why she liked her. [color=magenta]“M-Murota-Chan, I will not tolerate such brash behavior and crude, false remarks! Especially in this hour of need and right after Murata-Chan’s sweet speech too! Why, if it wasn’t for the New Year spirit, I’d give you a detention!”[/color]

Not like that mattered and Touka nodded in the most saccharine way she could when the teacher looked at her. Of course she’d “reprimand” Ami as the president of the rehabilitating Detention Club. Not likely though, but it was the thought that ultimately mattered anyway. Better to play along the good girl act they were so very fond of. Eventually every student had gone about their turns and reports. Lessons began and the day turned right back into a dulling state.

At some point the lunch hour had arrived, Miss Tamashi cheerfully stepping out of the room while the students were left to coerce with themselves. Having brought her lunch today, Touka remained in her seat and at her post, watching the faint ice of the outside window. It was a brief time to basically do whatever; it wasn’t like the school could very well stop the actions of a Magical Girl. Even so, the girl from earlier who had watched the Detention Club president continued to do so without her notice.
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