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Something was wrong, strange even, but that was the norm for Mana. Circumstances never really aligned her with the others, and it was no real surprise to see nothing had changed aside from one strange night terror. But this sensation wasn’t borne out of social cues or in-breed awkwardness. There was a heavy, almost pressing presence in the air that permeated wherever Mana stepped, and she was slowly being convinced it was only her who’d paid notice to it.

It was a low buzz during the journey to school and slowly persisted all throughout her morning classes. Always, however, was it there, just beyond the corner of her eye and the margin of her gaze. Without having many people close to her to speak to, it meant Mana had most of the morning to hypothesis just what was going on herself in her own thoughts. More than likely, she was probably just getting sick with the flu; or whatever else kind of bug passed through.

Her theory didn’t hold much water when the sensation spiked during lunch. When at first, she was convinced the sensation by her own delirium and lack of sleep, now she was certain it came externally. That was because one of her peers brought a sense of nausea whenever she looked at her; indeed, the stoic girl could feel her guts twisting whenever she laid sights on  Saya Koizumi, as if something unnaturally [i]wrong[/i] dormanted the other girl.

Naturally, curiosity was an ample key to solving the mystery, and a perfect reason to cut short her queasy stomach. That was why she followed Saya where she went for lunch, having decided not to eat lest she retch with more sights at Saya. The closer she got, the stronger the sensation became, and by the time she did “bump” into Saya, it was with a hand clenched to her gut. [color=slateblue]“…”[/color]
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