[center][color=ff9815][b][h1]Nakano Nagi[/h1][/b][/color]
Mentions: Asumi [@Ambra], Masashi [@Zombehs], Munehisa [@Solace][/center]

Fucking. Finally. Class was enough of a pain as it was, considering Nagi preferred to study on her own. Figuring shit out for herself was more interesting than listening to half her teachers bumble their way through explaining math or science. But that bitch Okamoto? How the hell did they make her a teacher? What, did no one sit in on her bitching about her limp-dicked boyfriend while she was getting her license? Or did she just actually try back then? Hell, Nagi's own tits were bigger than her teacher's. If it weren't for the fact that everyone and their mother knew who her father, and by extension she, was, Nagi figured that would've been why Okamoto didn't like her. Then again, Okamoto didn't fucking like anyone, from the look of it. 

[color=ff9815][b]"No one got what that bottle blonde bitch was saying."[/b][/color] Nagi spat as she casually reclined in her seat, letting Asumi sprawl across her desk. [color=ff9815][b]"You know, aside from the fact that her boytoy's not doing what she wants. Which I can't exactly blame him for. Listen to her nag for five minutes, I'd lose my boner too. Well, my metaphorical one."[/b][/color]

What a day. What a fucking day. On the bright side, cooking club wasn't meeting up today. President was out sick and the vice-president had a doctor's appointment she couldn't reschedule. More time to hang around with her friends. On the not-so-bright side, cooking club wasn't meeting up today. They were supposed to be finally starting on French dishes, damn it! 

[color=ff9815][b]"Anyways,"[/b][/color] Nagi sighed, pulling her phone out and idly booting up her usual mobage. [color=ff9815][b]"What's the plan today? Ramen? Game center? Karaoke at Komatsu? Actually, what're you even still doing here, Masashi? Don't you have a kendo club to beat over the head?"[/b][/color] 

Thankfully, there wasn't much homework assigned today. Well, not much by Nagi's standards anyways. For either of the two slackers with her and Asumi, it might actually be a decent chunk. Still, that was their problem, not hers. If she was allowed out past 10 PM, a lack of homework might actually mean something. Unfortunately, even her dad wanted her to comply with the curfew. The less excuses the cops had to show up at their door, the better. Fucking Prime Minister, ruining everyone else's day just because he had to be dramatic about the way he wanted to go out. Guy couldn't have just hung himself in private like someone with an ounce of consideration for others? Prick.