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[center] [b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [color=#fe0095]𝖣𝖠𝖳𝖤[/color] [b][color=black]:[/color][/b] 9 APRIL 2018 [b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [color=#fe0095]𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲[/color] [b][color=black]:[/color][/b] NONE [b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [color=#fe0095]𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭[/color] [b][color=black]:[/color][/b] THIRD YEAR CLASS ROOM [b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [/center]
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Maki looked around, taking in the new construction as people filed in. The shiny coat of paint wouldn’t fix years of emotional damage that Hinotori High did to its students. They’d remember it fondly—[i]sure[/i]. But right now, she’d be fine with spray painting tits, ass, and dicks on the walls. At least it would be more interesting watching paint dry on a well-endowed, hot-pink dick than listening to teachers talk about [i]the new experiences that come with a new year.[/i] Maki gagged.

She grabbed the headphones out of her bag, moving it for her other classmates to sit down. The rebellious streak in her wanted to tell them to fuck it, but she feared the students who might take it as an invitation to the zipper on her bag. Maki slipped her headphones on and grabbed her phone.

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Honestly, she didn’t know why she stayed in that group chat. Maybe it would be a sign of weakness to leave. Maybe it was nice to know what they were saying to her face rather than behind her back. Though, she wondered what was said there as well. She flicked the notifications away and pulled up her playlist. She started the next song, letting the hum of conversation get drowned out by a loud guitar riff. Her finger hovered over the “Archived Messages” on her phone. The first name was Shiro. Maki bit her lip and locked the screen on her phone. She leaned her head back, trying to just let all those stupid thoughts fade.
 
[b][color=#fe0095]“Butterfly,”[/color][/b] Maki grunted out as she woke up. The music in her headphones was still going, but she was on a new album now. She blinked blearily. Half-expecting for the assembly to be over and her to be alone at the assembly, she found that it was still going. [color=#fe0095][i]Damn! Is this shit still going on?[/i][/color] By that time the Student Council President was in front of the microphone. Maki peeled the headphones off, her mind still reeling from the odd dream she’d had. It felt like [i]déjà vu[/i].

Wiping the side of her mouth, she focused on the Class President. Maki knew the girl—Nakano. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the other’s current position, Maki might have respected her. Nakano knew her shit, and she had stepped up in the wake of the previous president’s disappearance. That thought collided with Nakano’s words. Maki kept her eyes forward as she stuffed her phone and headphones away. She’d forgotten about the missing students. It wasn’t because they were forgettable, but more that it was hard to focus on that and everything else. Maki had known a few of them, but none of them on a personal level. It sucked, but what good would do to think about it now? They were gone. As Maki concluded that thought, so did the assembly. She let a few people leave before she followed suit. [color=#fe0095][i]Back at it…[/i][/color]

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Maki chose a seat in the middle back. It wasn’t that she enjoyed playing into the rebel stereotype, but it was harder for her classmates to vandalize her jacket or hair if they couldn’t get to it. She glanced back to her phone.

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Opening it up, she saw where people were hypothesizing that Maki had done something to the missing students. [color=#fe0095][i]Oh come the fuck on![/i][/color] She glanced around. [color=#fe0095][i]Seriously?[/i][/color] She narrowed her eyes as she glanced at the front of the classroom. Fine. If they wanted gossip, Maki would give them gossip.

She walked towards the board at the front of the class and took the marker from its place in the metal holder. Maki didn’t know if it was her imagination or reality, but it became quieter as she started to write on the board with acuity and speed that came from working with sloppy mediums in short time frames.

Maki finished, taking a step back to glance over her work. There was a bit of an artistic flourish to her writing style that wasn’t outright identifiable, but it narrowed down the guesses. And at the bottom, she signed with a little butterfly. It was still hovering in her mind from her accidental nap. Honestly, it'd taken space there for a while now. She couldn't say when it'd moved in rent-free, but it wasn't leaving. Chatter started up from the class as Maki placed the marker back and returned to her seat with a smile plastered on her dark lips. Yeah, yeah... it was a shitty move.
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[b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [color=#fe0095]𝖳𝖠𝖦(𝖲)[/color] [b][color=black]:[/color][/b] N/A [b][color=black]|[/color][/b]