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[center] [b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [color=#fe0095]𝖣𝖠𝖳𝖤[/color] [b][color=black]:[/color][/b] 10 APRIL 2018 [b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [color=#fe0095]𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲[/color] [b][color=black]:[/color][/b] [s]ASSHOLES[/s] TEACHERS & CHICKEN GUY[b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [color=#fe0095]𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭[/color] [b][color=black]:[/color][/b] HINOTORI HIGH [b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [/center]
[indent][indent][indent][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/9soJNZ3.png[/img][/center]Maki contained the need to roll her eyes at the Vice Principal. She instead laced her fingers behind her back and leaned into her arms. She compressed and released her digits, using them as a way to distract herself from the rage in her chest. They kept talking about her future responsibility to the Student Council and Nakano, and then there were the words that Maki didn't want to hear. Suzuki-sensei stated her disappointment in Maki. Those fingers tightened. Kaibari-sensei. That name picked at a wound that festered in her.

The old art teacher had seen her potential and encouraged her. He’d taught her some of the tricks in his old books. There were ways to turn your brush. Ways to flick the paint on the canvas to get your desired effect. How dry painting could add another layer to your art. Maki hadn’t forgotten. Instead, she’d used those techniques on her street art. She’d even gone out of her way to buy different diffuser nozzles for her cans, sponges to give the paint a textured look, and mineral oil to remove the paint at the end of the night. It stunk to high hell. She hadn’t abandoned Kaibari-sensei, she’d just pursued her idea of art. It was something he always told her to look for—her style. Her style was murals that swept people away from the boring, gray walls. [i]Vandalism[/i] they’d called it.

Suzuki-sensei brought up going to counseling. [color=#fe0095][b]”Sure,”[/b][/color] she said, the venom in her voice. [color=#fe0095][b]”While we’re at it, why don’t we invite my esteemed parents. I’m sure they’d love to be ensured that it wasn’t [i]their[/i] failings that led to me ‘acting out.’”[/b][/color] In the name of love—assholes.

Maki was about to say something else when she heard someone else enter. She jerked her head over to see the blue-haired idiot from last night. Her brow rose. [color=#fe0095][i]What the hell is he doing here?[/i][/color] It then dawned on her that this was the other person that had been called to the office alongside her.

The teachers seemed more than elated that he showed up. [color=#fe0095][i]What the fuck?[/i][/color] They had a favorite [i]delinquent[/i] now? [color=#fe0095][i]Ugh.[/i][/color]

It was then proposed as to why he was late. [color=#fe0095][b]”Sampling more garbage chicken with your friends?”[/b][/color] Maki asked, smiling coyly.[/indent][/indent][/indent]
[sup][b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [color=#fe0095]𝖳𝖠𝖦(𝖲)[/color] [b][color=black]:[/color][/b] [@Hero] [@WXer][b][color=black]|[/color][/b][/sup]