#ALSO RIP MAKOTO HAHAHAHAHAHA IDK IF SHE'S ANYWHEERIN PARTICULAR -- /W NATSUKI IN LIBRARY -- /W SOMEONE IN COUNCIL ROOM -- ALONE -- I LEFT

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xunxjustxjusticex said: @Ann, someone told me that ur gf is good at teaching about sex toys. Just thought u should know. (I'm really terrible lol)

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Eighteen words and her whole world STOPPED . Aquamarine eyes instantly flashed across to the other. Hand -- Plus comb -- Falling SLOWLY & LISTLESSLY from her messy post-gym hair. Lips had parted. Disbelief? Or SHOCK HORROR? Better question: Why the fuck was she even SURPRISED? Thoughts swirled around so clamorously in her skull -- ECHOING PAINFULLY -- But outside, everything was SILENT. The tension between the two something to be cut with a KNIFE. One second. Two seconds. One minute. Two-- “LIAR!” Eventually shout SHATTERED the atmosphere like a stone to glass. Body shaking, lips curled back, BARING TEETH. “You are such a fucking little LIAR! M-Makoto would NEVER do that! No. No. No. NO. NO. NO. NO. -- NO!!!” Fists were balled up. Left hand had fingernails painting RED with the blood of her palm. The other CRAMPED PAINFULLY around her comb. Head shook. And shook again. Hand spasmed and threw her CHERISHED COMB to the ground. Body twisting and Ann stepping up to the individual. “Where the HELL is your proof? You know what? I don’t need to take this from YOU. I’ll ask her MYSELF...” With that, Ann grabbed at her school uniform, jamming it HAPHAZARDLY into her locker. Neglected her comb entirely and stormed out. Only stopping to fling her LETTERMAN JACKET over her shoulders.

Within minutes, Ann had navigated the corridors, paying zero mind to all the whispers about her tracksuited, beehive-haired, sweat-sheened MESS OF AN APPEARANCE. A woman on a mission to find Makoto. She didn’t have class when Ann had gym. Which meant Makoto was in ONE OF TWO PLACES: The Student Council Room. Or the LIBRARY. Stomach tensed and body shuddered at the latter. Stupid conscience piping in. ~IT WAS PROBABLY NATSUKI SHE TAUGHT.~ “Shut up. Shut. The FUCK. UP!!” She muttered through gritted teeth at herself. “That’s NOT what happened. Makoto promised. She PROMISED.” Rounding the corner and pushing open the door, she-- BINGO. “Makoto! Makoto!” Name wasn’t delivered GENTLY. Blonde approaching with arms crossed. “Can you believe this? Someone in gym class said you were fucking cheating on me -- AGAIN. Something about teaching people about sex toys? It’s fucking ABSURD -- RIGHT?” Monologue had been so fucking SELF-CONSUMED, Ann had paid no attention to the people around them. (Were there any?)