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[hr][right][color=gray]April 8th, Year 1[/color][/right][hr]
[indent][indent]Akari wasn’t one for pleasantries and honorifics, knowing she was one of your friends was tough. Tricky. She was so informal it felt like she didn’t care about anyone or anything. And that was when she wasn’t angry.

The smaller girl’s insistence to talk to her did allow the raven-haired girl to snap out of her rage, even if it was for a moment. Akari wasn’t dumb. She knew what particular club Nakano was involved in, so if anyone knew about who took what picture, it was her. Might’ve even been her for all Akari knew, and she wasn’t exactly in the mood to be dealing with snoops. Akari ripped into half of a melonpan, angrily chewing on the dough before looking at the journalism club member dead in the eyes.

[color=FF295E]“What do you want, Nakano?”[/color] She remarked, flatly. [color=FF295E]“Kenzo is fine. Which is more than I can say who started this is gonna be.”[/color]

Akari got into fights just as much as Kenzo or Shiori did. She was the meanest girl on the girl’s volleyball team. Before the new kid arrived, she had been the tallest person in class and had been for awhile. To say people steered clear of her when she was angry was an understatement. However, for Akari to just bluntly say she was after the new kid–who was taller and brawnier than her–was something beyond her normal threats and “sunny” disposition. Kenzo had told her to not get involved, that he would handle it when he got back to school, though Akari never respected anything her brother had to say and she wasn’t about to start now.
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