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[color=gray][sub][center][color=2A9FCB][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ishin Academy, Sapporo, Japan -- April 7th[/center][/sub][/color]

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[color=2A9FCB][i]Just a bunch of sidekicks. Ignore them.[/i][/color] 

Yoshiba kept her eyes set on the stage, a few of the support members of the faculty seemed to be having a discussion behind the podium, probably making sure everything was ready for the big speech. This must’ve meant it was only a matter of time before they asked the students for silence and did their big song and dance, right?

Gods, she hoped so.

The rest of her fellow first years were a chatty bunch. Between this Utusya Hajo person being so obliviously stupid to not know how to read the room to the horned girl’s scoffing, “I’m better than everyone” demeanor Yoshiba wasn’t particularly enthused that she would quite possibly be sharing a classroom with such actors. Knowing her luck they would not be students of an adjacent class she happened to stumble into like an airheaded idiot. The blue-haired teenager had done her absolute best not to lose her cool, despite still having issues with controlling her hair when it came to how her mood influenced it subconsciously. When she was mad or embarrassed people knew. The hair always told them. The sound of distant laughter, the laughter of the other orphans, echoed in her mind like a ghost. [i]Are you mad? Are you gonna cry, tentacruel?[/i]

She pushed her tongue up against her upper-right canine, trying to push the memory back and focus. 

The sooner she was in her dorm the better. 
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