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[hr][right][color=gray]April 7th, 20XX
8:45am[/color][/right][hr][indent]

[center][i]graffiti behind Mr. Pumpkin Pachinko[/i]
[i]sakura flavors at Ariyoshi Café?—confirm/ask for samples[/i]
[s][i]like twenty weasels behind Familymart[/i][/s]
[i]idk something shady going on at the hotel I bet[/i]
[i][s]Nakanishi probably has something worth looking into[/s] don’t start year w/gossip[/i][/center]

Kanna stared down at her notebook, tapping her pen against the cast on her forearm, trying to ignore the itch near her wrist, too far down to reach. She squinted at each tick on the list, trying to piece together how any of them could fit into the first issue of this year’s school newspaper, and at the same time, entirely giving up on all of them and trying to think of something new. 

There was jack shit. Utsubyo could be like that, sometimes. 

The bell rang. Ah, well. The deadline wasn’t today or anything, she still had time to find [i]something[/i] worth the ink. Like the others, Kanna stood and sat again, and like the others, quietly paid attention as the new students introduced themselves. Shimizu was cheery, energetic, and, Kanna hoped, talkative. Newcomers always had good stories. Whoever this ‘Totsuka-San’ was probably—

[color=92278f][i]Holy shit.[/i][/color]

Totsuka made it to the front. Full-stop, he looked like an ogre, and seemed to have all of the same manners. Big, broad, with a giant ‘Keep-Out’ sign nailed to his forehead and an aura of insularity so pungent that Axe probably sold it as a spray. She physically recoiled at his introduction, and wouldn't have been surprised to look around and see rows of other guarded, surprised faces. The first word that came to Kanna’s mind when she saw him was [i]‘danger.’[/i]

But the next words were: [i]‘Front Page.’[/i][/indent]