[sup][h1][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/MevvmPg.png[/img][/center][b][center][color=black]Arashiyama Junko[/color]
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[b]"Ohohoho, well-spoken indeed!"[/b]

Prideful. Booming. Like the voice of a thunder deity, reverberating across the classroom in a way that undercut the chatter rather than rising above it. The accompanying footsteps could be felt in the stomachs of all present. [i]Something[/i] was approaching, something not quite human. Just as how rikishi were seen as not just athletes, but persons halfway divine, so too was there an inexplicable [i]aura[/i] that the woman who rose above the crowds possessed. The light of noontime reflected off her thick lenses and gave a flaxen quality to the silver strands that framed her square-set face. Even in her spring uniform, with its long sleeves, one could not ignore how tautly the fabric was stretched against her shoulders, how well-defined her legs were beneath her black stockings.

In the springtime of youth, amidst the flurry of changes caused by puberty, there were those who became delicate flowers, there were those who became intoxicating blossom, and there was was herself, who became as a [i]tree[/i].

Club activities haven't started yet, so it had been on a whim that she had chosen the cafeteria, rather than the club room, for a light lunch, but to have encountered such a disorderly mob on the very first day...well, she simply couldn't allow herself to be uninvolved, could she? It mattered not if it was in a different classroom. It was [i]her[/i] school. And so, there she stood, the very symbol of the newest generation of third years, a titan who had influence on-par with the student council. Lady Arashiyama Junko, resplendent even in her corpulence.

[b]"Second-years, are you now? How uncouth. Have manners fled your grasp in your scramble to satisfy such ulterior curiousities?"[/b] She scoffed, the very image of high-class disappointment. [b]"I would [i]suggest[/i] you form a line and speak with her properly, but it's lunchtime. Queue in the cafeteria. Unless you seek to not only to bother, but also starve her."[/b]