[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/3ua3YY5.png[/img][/center][hr][hr][indent]Saika could see it clear as day, like it was happening right in front of her—big fuckoff shark sister, launching some snot-nosed bully onto the roof. Fuckin beautiful. Sure, it was hard to imagine anyone bullying [i]Murasame[/i], even if he was ‘[i]little[/i]’, but whatever, details. She decided then that Frenzy-whoever was cool in her book. Shame she’d already graduated, but if she was out there throwing more assholes onto roofs, then oh well. Besides, Murasame wasn’t bad company either. 

She dug into her WcChiken, mildly disappointed to find that “extra pickles” had evidently meant two slices as opposed to one. The devil on her shoulder whispered sweet temptations in her ear to take a few sips from the WcSwishy, but she bravely ignored it. It was part of the olive branch—even more necessary now that the WcFish was part of the equation. 

He asked after her own friends, and she shrugged. “[color=red]Nah, not really. Sorta the same boat as you—lotta bullying, easy target and all that,[/color]” she said through a mouthful of WcCripsy chicken. “[color=red]Only really had the one friend, and she came to Ishin too. Her name’s Izuna. Great girl, cool as fuck, known her forever. Y’know, actually, you two might get along great. She’s sorta fishy—like, literally. Scales, gills, those lil’ fish-whisker things. She ain’t a giant or nothin’, but she’s good people. [i]Reeeeeal[/i] into the hero stuff, which, y’know, can’t be a bad thing, right?[/color]”

As was the way with most meals from WcDenji’s, there was a bit of her sandwich that was just, frankly, inedible. Sometimes it was undercooked, sometimes it was overcooked. This time, she nearly bit down onto something gelatinous, and, without even looking to see what it was, wrapped it back up in its paper and tossed the little sliver of chicken into a trashcan. 

“[color=red]As far as new ones go, I think I’m doin’ alright. I mean, school ain’t even started yet, and I’m already having breakfast with a classmate. Shit, bet I made a friend faster than anyone else there.[/color]”

Eventually she brought them to another busy crossing, and on the other side of the street there stood a sign for Ishin Academy. She pointed excitedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she finished the last of her goke. “[color=red]Hey, hey, lookit that! I actually knew where to go! Gotta be honest I was like sixty-forty for a bit there. You ready to make waves, big guy?[/color]”[/indent]