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yansimstorythatiwillnotworkon · 3 months ago

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#12 (2)

(Continuation of 12 (1))

Immediately as Ayano and Raibaru entered the art club, they were met with a dramatic sigh. “Just my luck, too.” Enpitsu huffs. His back was turned to the girls, but he saw them through the reflection of his favorite mirror. “Ayano, you’ve immediately dulled my image.”

Ayano sighs, already exhausted despite having just walked into the room. “We’re here to decide if this club is fit for Raibaru or not.” She explains briefly, folding her arms.

“It’s probably not.” Enpitsu says immediately, not hearing Raibaru mutter an agreement to Ayano. “Anyway, that’s something you wanna talk to Geiju about. And he’s not attending school right now.” He explains, although he clearly didn’t plan on being too helpful. “It’s just me and this weirdo.”

Enpitsu nods to Maka, or more precisely Maka who was laying on the table and leaning her chin on an empty bucket of paint. She seemed to be drawing in a variety-pattern color book with a pen. Only that singular pen. The whole picture was ending up completely black.

“Right..” Ayano murmured, looking from Maka back to Enpitsu.

“Well.” Raibaru smiles at both of the art club members. “Can either of you give me a run-down of your club, then?” She asks, folding her hands over her lap politely.

Enpitsu mumbles something as he returns to his self-portrait, ultimately not repeating himself to be heard.

Maka glances back to Enpitsu and hums in thought. “We have equipment fit for almost every type of art. Light painting, sand painting, digital art, anamorphosis if you really try.” She taps her chin in thought before continuing to doodle on the coloring book. “The headmaster hasn’t approved of butter sculptures yet because it might be too expensive…”

“..butter sculptures.” Raibaru repeats quietly, attempting to keep her voice just as quiet for the sake of Maka not explaining any further. “That’s nice… I see you also have painting and coloring books. Do you have any other simpler types of art?”

Nodding, Maka stands up and leaves her finished picture there. Ayano leans over and looks at the picture. While it did look black from a distance, it seemed that Maka had actually “color-coded” the picture with different patterns rather than different colors.

Maka opens a couple of cabinets attached to the walls. One of them was filled with nothing but several different shades of paint, others filled with dozens of canvases and some with pencils and crayons. “We have plenty of everything, really. Art supplies are kind of cheap down here if you just want a space to draw. And since the regular supplies are super cheap, we’re able to save effortlessly for the more extortionate items.”

“Awfully big words, huh?” Ayano comments, not even knowing what ‘extortionate’ meant. She was shocked because Maka was so popularly known for being the weirder of the art club. And Akademi in general. Maybe ‘weird’ for the school was just her using over-the-top language?

Seeming proud, Maka’s expression lights up immediately from her lax expression pretty quickly. “Right?! I mean- I agree!” She puffs out her chest with a cute smile. “Horo said that big words would make me sound smarter- ah, perceptive!”

“It certainly does.” Raibaru agrees, “Just make sure you know the definition. Using big words incorrectly does the exact opposite.”

“Hmm, duly noted.” Maka hummed, before closing the cabinets. “Anyway, Geiju hates it when the club room is messy- unless he’s the one who messed it up. So, you’ve had, like, experience in art at all, right?” She asks, putting her coloring book away and neatening up the rest of the room. “Cuz if you don’t that’d be… weird.”

“Not unless it was in mandatory classes, no.” Raibaru replies with a thoughtful expression. “...in fact, whenever I was in those mandatory classes my hands would get very dirty, which I disliked a lot.”

Maka stared at Raibaru for a moment, seemingly lost in thought before blinking and returning to cleaning. “Weird.” She says simply, running around the room a bit more before looking back up to the two. “Oh, yeah, I guess that means you wouldn’t be a really good fit. Geiju usually just points us to the art books if we have a question, so it’s not likely that he’s going to teach you anything.”

Raibaru exhales with a wry smile. “Well, I appreciate the honesty.” She says, waving briefly to the two, although she didn’t receive a wave back.

After the two leave the room and as they’re heading upstairs, Raibaru speaks up a bit. “You know, I’m only now realizing how strange the students in our school are.”

“Is that right?” Ayano tilts her head to the side as she looks at Raibaru, who nods.

“Yes… Similar to you, I never bothered socializing. Osana was really all I needed, hence why I don’t plan on socializing outside of school. Now I’m stuck between disliking socializing but not exactly wanting to be… alone..?” Raibaru trails off, not exactly being able to put her thoughts properly in place.

Ayano hummed a bit, looking back to the ground as they walked. “Maybe try studying in your free time. Like psychology. Maybe you’ll learn a bit more about why you think certain things.” She explains, shrugging lightly.

“Maybe…” Raibaru mumbles, raising her hand to her mouth.

“Heeeey..” Rojasu lazily waves his hand in a greeting to Ayano. “I know you. You’re Fureddo’s girl, aren’t you?”

Ayano blinks in shock. Surely, he didn’t mean that in the way that she thought. She hesitates, before repeating, “Fureddo’s… girl.”

“Yeah! Like..” Rojasu then pauses for a minute as well before slowly starting up again. “..not like that, I mean. I don’t think so. Like- you’re not dating Fureddo, are you?” He asks, tilting his head to the side, now having confused himself.

“I am not.” Ayano states clearly, keeping her hands folded over her lap.

Rojasu tosses his head back a bit and offers a low chuckle. “Right, right! Yeah, no, Dafuni would be pissed if she heard that, haha..” He shrugs, leaning back in his chair with a tired expression on his face. “Yeah, my bad, Yan- Ay-”

Pausing in thought, Rojasu seems to have forgotten Ayano’s name. Before Ayano can tell him what it was he snaps his fingers. “Yan-chan! I got it.” He nods, not noticing Ayano’s disappointed sigh as he continues speaking. “Yeah, sorry about that, Yan-Chan. Fureddo just talks about you a lot. Sometimes I forget you’re not here with us, he talks about you so much, haha.”

Ayano’s mouth pulls into a straight line in disinterest. “Yes…” She starts, before inhaling and raising a hand to Raibaru. “Speaking of Fureddo… do you know where he is? Raibaru’s debating on a club to join.”

“Oh, yeah, man, I think he’s busy right now. I thought I saw him chatting with Musume earlier? But, I mean, I’m usually half-asleep so I totally could have been hallucinating.” Rojasu shrugs. “So, uh… you need some info on the club, Rai?”

Raibaru nods politely, “That’s right. Are you able to give me any info on what you all do around here?” She asks, looking from the club’s little hang-out spot to the rest of the club, that definitely looked more professional. “What do you all usually take pictures of?”

Rojasu stands up from the chair with a grunt, stretching his limbs before allowing his arms to flop to his sides and walking past the two. “So, I’m pretty sure each of our club members get a little section of the wall dedicated to their pictures. On the left here..” He walks to the leftmost door, where the two girls entered through. “...pretty sure these are Beruma’s.”

Beruma’s photos seemed to mainly be of aesthetic-looking scenes of book stacks, library shelves, coffee, rain from behind a window. The color brown was recurring in her photos, so it was likely that her pictures were meant to carry that certain theme. In addition to whatever was closest to the camera, there was also quite a scene behind the main object. For instance, in the cup where she has a mug of coffee. The coffee cup is closest to the camera and slightly blurred as a result. The focus seemed to be more so on the decorative wine case that the cafe she was in had instead. Ayano hadn’t recalled seeing a cafe like that anywhere around.

Rojasu seems to notice Ayano’s curious gaze and points to the very picture she’s looking at. “Beruma took this on her vacation to Scotland. Said they had the coolest-looking cafes cuz they all looked super old fashioned.” He explains. That explained why the overall design of the building looked so foreign to her.

After the two girls were finished looking, he led them to the next section. “This is Dafuni’s, she sort of focuses on people who she thinks looks nice. She’s also the only one who ever bothers to walk up to random people and ask them for a photo.” He chuckles at the thought and raises his hand to the photos pasted onto the wall.

Dafuni’s pictures mostly carried an area with pink lighting. Ayano wondered if Dafuni usually tried to make her pictures less spontaneous and more planned out in order to catch someone in pink lighting specifically. One picture featured an older woman in a fancy-looking trench coat on a somewhat rainy evening. She seemed to be beneath a sign with neon pink lighting and was smiling off somewhere in the distance. Some other of her pictures seemed to be her and Kokoro and Kashiko in a bathroom showing off their nails. Kashiko’s was obviously purple, Kokoro’s were pink, and Dafuni had both colors. The bathroom also had neon pink lights, so she could assume that it was one of their homes.

“These look cute..” Raibaru says, smiling at them. She seemed to like that most of them were of other people, whether that be strangers or friends. “I usually take plenty of pictures with Osana, I kinda want to take more after seeing these.” She comments with a light giggle.

Rojasu stepped to the side and held a hand up to what seemed to be Sukubi’s clutter of photos. “This one’s my pal, Sukubi’s. I think it’s obvious but he loves animals.” He says, and it really was obvious.

Sukubi’s pictures didn’t have any sort of aesthetic or special lighting, some of them weren’t even focused. He just seemed to take pictures of whatever animals he came across. One photo was a selfie of himself at a zoo, a giraffe leaning in closer than it needed to. Funny enough, a zookeeper seemed to be reaching out to him behind him, as if warning him to back up. Another photo was of what looked to be a random, collarless dog who was jumping up onto Sukubi. This one seemed pretty blurry, but you could tell what was happening.

“You know, this one was actually Sumire’s dog.” Rojasu commented, pointing to a picture of what looked to be a brown Great Dane with a few black spots and a blue collar, similar to the one that Sukubi wore, ironically. “Apparently, his name was Donny, but Sukubi never actually got to meet him. He just asked Sumire for a picture.”

“Aw, he looks very sweet.” Raibaru said with a smile. “Hehe, and that’s coming from a cat person.”

Next was Rojasu’s own part of the wall. “This is where my stuff’s hung up. I kinda just take pictures of food.” He says simply and with a shrug. Despite him being so simple with the explanation, he does an outstanding job with the shots.

“Oh, my gosh! These look professional!” Raibaru exclaims. “Both the picture and the food!”

“Aw, gee, thanks.” Rojasu blushes a bit at the compliment, looking at the pictures. “I usually take pictures of my homemade food or food I get from food trucks. Ooh! In fact..” He pointed a finger at one of the pictures, one that showed a fancy-looking cheesecake with strawberry sauce on top. “This is the most outstanding- the most bomb cheesecake I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating. It’s this food truck called Torte’s Torte- I’m pretty sure they come from Rome..”

Rojasu seems far more enthusiastic and awake now that he’s talking about food. As he rambles to Raibaru, Ayano looks at the pictures. You could tell the difference between the food truck photos and the homemade photos pretty easily. The food truck photos were taken outside and usually at night, it seemed, while the homemade food photos were taken on the same counter- likely in Rojasu’s own kitchen.

After Rojasu finished with his one-sided conversation with Raibaru (Rojasu chatting and Raibaru just politely nodding), he held his hand up to the final display. “And this one is obviously Fureddo’s.” He didn’t really have much to say, just smiling at the pictures.

Regardless of where, what angle, what aesthetic it took, what lighting, each one of the pictures always included the whole club. They were hardly even ever looking at the camera, just at each other or whatever event they happened to be in. The zoo, one of their houses, a kitchen, a cafe, even just the club room. Each picture was very cinematic, and showed each of the club members’ unfiltered emotions at the time.

“He’s pretty good with the whole picture thing, huh?” Rojasu asked with a chuckle.

“He really is.” Raibaru fawned, smiling at the pictures. “Everything looks so unfiltered! He must be really good at catching you all by surprise, huh?”

Rojasu grins. “Totally.” He nods, before walking past the two once again with a sigh. “Well, that’s us taking pictures. If we did that 24/7 there would be waaaay more. But we usually just sit in this little area and check up on each other. Share drama. That kind of stuff.” He shrugs, sitting down in the area in question. “We usually take pictures outside of school since there really isn’t much to look at inside of school. You know?”

Raibaru nods. “I understand. Taking pictures sounds… nostalgic.” She says, smiling at Rojasu. “Thanks for the explanation. I’ll definitely think about this one!”

“Coolness.” Rojasu flings the two ladies a peace sign as they leave. Once they’re out of the room, Raibaru exhales.

“It’s a really lovely club. It’s probably nice to have friends like that.” Raibaru says with an almost bittersweet smile. “I’d…” She hesitates. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt that.”

Ayano hums at her comment. “That’s a unique way to think about it.” She mumbles, although she doesn’t get much of a response as Raibaru looks to the ground in thought as they walk.

“Hey!” Yaku trotted over to Ayano immediately as he noticed her enter the club room. “I know you! Ayano, right? I’ve heard some good things about you!” He reaches his hand out to shake her hand, and once she hesitantly takes it he shakes it excitedly.

Ayano didn’t expect for anyone to be this excited to see her, especially since she and Yaku have never officially spoken. “..thanks.” She nods, albeit awkwardly. If Yaku notices, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Ayano. What brings you here?” Meka asks, looking her way. She had a couple of plastic cases near her area of the club room, and looked as if she was about to bring them somewhere.

“I’m looking for a club to possibly join and Ayano is helping me out.” Raibaru explains, “If you aren’t too busy, do you think either of you would be able to give me some information about your club?”

Yaku immediately jumps to the task. “Yes! I can do that!” He says, looking at Ayano, as if expecting her to react in some special way. She only tilts her head to the side at his gaze.

Meka lifts up two of the cases and exits the room, leaving Yaku to tend with the two girls. Yaku clears his throat and opens his arm, gesturing to the whole room. “If you didn’t know, science has a lot of divisions in it. Sub-genres, if you will. Even what each of us club members work on varies.”

Yaku points to Meka’s section, and lists off his member’s specializations. “Meka works with robotics. That includes engineering to some extent as well as computer science due to the coding, as you would expect.” He points over to Horo’s area, “Horo works with holograms. His whole goal is I think simplifying holographic technology so that it’s something that every household has. He really, really believes that the technology he’s working on can help people out. Or at the very least make their lives more convenient.”

“That’s incredibly impressive.” Raibaru says, her expression one of awe. She then smiles somewhat nervously. “I don’t think I could ever accomplish something so vast.”

“Well, the Science Club isn’t necessarily about making a dent in history. Take Homu for example.” He brings a hand up to Homu’s station, which held what looked to be a robot replica of herself. “She’s trying to develop AI to fit her needs. Her studies might help people who are interested in furthering the development of AI, but Homu is really just tailoring it to her needs specifically, since it’s just supposed to help herself.”

Yaku then points to his own section. “I just experiment with chemistry. I guess in that case I’m the only one who doesn’t mess with robotics.” He then taps on the metal visor over his eyes. “Outside of this, but it’s a necessity.”

“And Kaga?” Ayano asks, her arms folded nonchalantly. She couldn’t confess that she cared much for Kaga personally, but while she was here it was probably best if she got every bit of information necessary.

“Hmm, well…” Yaku hums briefly in thought. “Once he said that he deals with ‘the science of psychology’, but that was all. Regardless of what he actually focuses on, he’s good at everything. Whenever he isn’t having conversations or working on private projects, he’s usually fixing our mistakes or helping us out. I’d… like to say willingly but he usually seems pretty exasperated whenever he helps us.”

Raibaru laughed lightly. “Well, it’s nice that he helps, right?” Yaku nods in response and Raibaru continues, “This has all been very… informative, but I honestly don’t think I’d be a great fit for this club. I’ve never been very interested in science, whether that be psychology, robotics, chemistry… I can’t say I’ve ever been any good with the subjects either.”

Yaku simply smiles and crosses his arms. “Well, I can’t blame you. Science is pretty complicated in general. I’d like to point out, though, the only reason each of us club members are working on such complicated projects is because we’ve been in the science field for years.” He explains. “It’s not likely, if not just impossible, that you would be working on the things we’re working on even if you were interested. That’s just an experience issue.” He reassures her.

“I understand.” Raibaru nods with a wry grin. “I’ll definitely leave all the science to this club. But, on another note..” She looks at the remaining plastic cases and asks, “Where is Meka taking those?”

“The, uh, right..? Storage room in the gymnasium, I believe. I’m sure she’d appreciate it if you brought those to her.” Yaku claimed, successfully guessing why Raibaru had even asked.

Raibaru nods with a smile, taking four of the cases, which left Ayano with the last two. She walks past Yaku and nods at him approvingly. “Thanks for your time, Yaku. You’ve been a big help!”

Ayano follows Raibaru downstairs as Yaku happily bids them farewell.

“I’m sure Asu would appreciate having you as a member.” Hojiro says with a smile, crossing his arms in a similar fashion that Itachi does. “Your history with the martial arts club might help you adapt to the club if you plan on joining.”

Both Itachi and Asu hadn’t come over when Ayano waved at them. Itachi didn’t seem like he wanted to be interrupted, and Asu either didn’t get that Ayano wanted to talk or just wanted to focus on running. Both had very valid reasons, possibly. So, Hojiro came over instead.

“I agree.” Raibaru nods, although she didn’t look particularly interested. “So, you’re called the Sports Club, but I’ve only seen you all run or swim. Do you do anything with the equipment in the storage rooms?”

Hojiro exhales, “Yeah, we get that question a lot. We used to last year a lot, but since Asu became the leader, she’s kept her focus on running and swimming. I couldn’t tell you why exactly.” He explains, shrugging with a sympathetic frown.

Ayano speaks up, “I heard that swimming was her favorite sport, with running or jogging being a close second.” She comments, frowning, “Isn’t it kind of… unprofessional to have the Sports Club equipment wasting away?”

“Well, yes, probably. Maybe she just saves it for the Sports Festival? That’s coming up in a few weeks.” Hojiro guesses, although ultimately he doesn’t know the answer himself.

Raibaru hums in thought, “If I don’t end up joining, I’ll make sure to come to the Sports Festival. That sounds fun.” She claims, actually seeming to enjoy that idea. Then again, as per usual, it could just come down to her liking the thought of doing something special with Osana.

“One more club.” Ayano mumbles, although Raibaru catches it.

“Yup! And it might be the one I’m most drawn to.” She says, smiling happily. She gives Hojiro a quick bow, “Thank you very much for the information.”

Hojiro simply nods. “Sorry I couldn’t be much help. Good luck with whatever club you choose.” He waves the two off briefly and tosses his towel on a nearby bench before continuing to the track.

As Raibaru and Ayano walked to the Gardening Club, Ayano’s phone buzzed in her pocket.

Info-Chan: Smash your phone.

Ayano: What.

Info-Chan: You don’t have a plan for how you’re going to get your hands on Raibaru’s phone, right?

Ayano: Okay, but what does breaking my phone have to do with that?

Info-Chan: Say you need to take an important call.

Info-Chan: Whenever she looks away, throw it on the ground.

Info-Chan: She’ll likely offer you hers since she doesn’t use it much anyway.

Ayano: Then I’ll have her phone, but not my own.

Info-Chan: Just slide it under my door before classes. I’ll fix it by the time classes are over.

Ayano: Alright. I guess.

“Hello.” Sakura greeted in a quiet voice, almost too quiet to be heard. She had a habit of being quiet and sometimes unnoticed due to that and her short height. “I’m sorry, Uekiya isn’t here right now. Do you have any business with her?”

“Not Uekiya specifically.” Ayano shakes her head.

Raibaru finishes for her, smiling at Sakura. “I’m just looking through the clubs to see if I’m open to joining any of them. This is the last club I’m visiting.” She says softly, somewhat matching Sakura’s own tone. “Can you tell me a bit about the Gardening Club.”

“Hm.. I suppose I can.” Sakura says. She was holding a book in her hand, one that Ayano had seen before in the Occult Club. Sakura places the book in her bag, which was resting on a nearby wooden chair.

Brushing off her skirt briefly before picking a corner of the gardening club to walk to. She decides on the back left corner, stopping in front of the small garden where the club usually grew vegetables. “This is where we…”

Immediately, Ayano tuned Sakura out. Despite her attempt to ignore it, her eyes were glued to a certain plot of soil. It almost seemed as if the soil there was looser, despite the fact that the gardening club has likely watered it constantly and kept it in place. It was deep enough, she was sure of it.

Ayano had done all of the research. It would take a very long time for Saki’s body to decompose given the conditions, but in the end, it’s likely that she would stay hidden. She spent over half an hour making sure that that was the case, so it had to be true. As she stared at the plot of soil, she almost felt light-headed.

She hadn’t bothered closing Saki’s eyes when she buried her. Were they aimed at her right now? Staring directly at her through the layers of dirt and roots? Saki’s hair was long. Would it eventually stick out if the earth were worn away before the body decomposes? Hair wasn’t really made to decompose like bodies- it could possibly take longer than her body.

Saki’s body was down there.

Ayano felt a hand creep up onto her shoulder and she flinched hard, immediately whipping her head to see who it was. It was Raibaru. She looked concerned. “Are you feeling alright? You look pale.”

It took Ayano a moment, but she slowly shook her head. “I’m okay… I thought I saw, uh… one of those..” She gulped, attempting to calm her nerves, “...one of those winged spiders.”

“There’s such a thing as a winged spider?!” Raibaru gaped, looking mortified. Ayano couldn’t tell if Raibaru was trying to change the topic off of Ayano’s clearly unnerved expression, or if she was genuinely terrified of bugs.

“I don’t think so, hehe.” Sakura reassured Raibaru quietly. “I’m pretty sure that that’s a fictional species. And even if it was real, it’s not native to Japan, so it’s unlikely that it’s anywhere near us.” She explained briefly with a calm smile.

“Oh… good to know..” Raibaru sighed in relief.

Sakura led Raibaru to the shed and greenhouse, holding both of her hands to either of the two small areas. “This is the shed- where we keep all of our tools, and this is the greenhouse- where we usually grow herbs. We don’t grow them with grapes or carrots or anything because they’re more susceptible to bad weather.” She raises her hand to the shed again. “Fair warning, there are some dangerous items in the shed, hence why only Uekiya has the key. She keeps all the dangerous items inside the locked part of the shed.”

“Does the headmaster allow that?” Raibaru asked, tilting her head to the side. Ayano took it upon herself to pay close attention to this part for the sake of knowing everything that needed to be known about the available weapons in the school.

“Yes. In fact, he’s the one who offered them to us, I believe. He offered us access to these to make pruning and such easier, but also so that we would give a helping hand to getting rid of pesky plants that are harder to remove.” Sakura explains.

She then walks to the middle of the gardening club, holding her hands out to the space around her. “We usually specialize in flowers, but we try to keep them all vastly different. Mainly because we need them to do something outside of sitting there and looking pretty when others need to be planted.” Sakura folds her hands in front of her. She looked somewhat out of breath, but wasn’t finished yet. “So, sometimes we try to make perfume, dyes, air cleaners, oils- sometimes we give some to the cooking club for food. And so on and so forth. But that’s just the flowers.”

Raibaru smiles giddily. “It sounds extensive! And well worth the effort.” She hesitates before saying, “I’m not… usually one to actively get dirty, but maybe I’ll decide to start sacrificing my cleanliness after this?” She wonders aloud, looking generally happy. Maybe it was after completing her and Ayano’s mission, maybe she just really likes the thought of the gardening club.

“Well, we’ll be here whenever you decide to join. Outside of Scilla, you will have been our newest member this week!” Sakura claims.

“Scilla joined?” Ayano wondered aloud, surprised that he, someone who couldn’t speak without apologizing, had actually gained the nerve to join the Gardening Club. Maybe he hoped that since the whole club was generally very sweet, that he’d be more comfortable?

Sakura nods, and Raibaru speaks up with a quick bow of her head. “Alright, it’s almost time for class, so we’d better get going. Thank you so much for your time, Sakura!”

“Oh, I’m happy to have helped.” Sakura nods with a calm smile, waving the two off.

Now that they were finally finishing up their task, Ayano had to put her plan to action. Raibaru turned to look back at Ayano with a satisfied smile and opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the sudden ring of Ayano’s phone. She waved her hand as Ayano gave her a questioning look, as if asking if she could take the call. “Go ahead,” She mouthed.

As soon as Raibaru turned her back to continue walking, Ayano answered the phone. “Hel– ah–” She immediately slammed it into the floor and gasped, this time, flawlessly acting out the accident. “...oh.”

Raibaru whipped her head back with a shocked expression and grimaced at the shattered glass on the ground. “Oh, jeez, Ayano..” She looked around, making sure that she could see every piece on the sidewalk. “That’s not good… I didn’t realize phones could break so easily..”

“Ugh, I–” Ayano sighs, “That was a… very important call.. I’m not sure how I’m going to…”

Like clockwork, Raibaru fishes her own phone out of her pocket and holds it to Ayano with a smile. “If you remember the number you can take my phone for a minute. I don’t really use it anyway.”

“Oh.” Ayano looks shocked at the phone, but hurriedly takes it, “Thank you. I’ll…” She quickly dials Info-Chan’s number and holds it up to her ear. She looks around briefly, to the nearby bench, to the sidewalk, to the broken phone, “I’ll be right back. I’ll go get a broom or… something.” She says, turning on her heel and walking the other way. Raibaru nods to her and begins picking up the bigger shards.

Info-Chan hadn’t bothered actually saying anything, it was really just quiet static that played on the other side of the phone. Eventually, she finished the Info-Install process- much quicker than before- and returned the phone to Raibaru. After they parted ways, Ayano took her broken phone and slid it beneath the door of the Info-Club.

As promised, Info-Chan delivered her phone, which already had the information about Lori and Frankie already messaged to her. First, it started with information for both Frankie and Lori.

Name: Francesca Komai

Gender: Female

Class: 3-2

Club: Martial Arts

Persona: Phone Addict

Reputation:

Overall: +38

Liked: +75 Respected: +30

Feared: +10

Crush: None

Strength: Strong

Likes & Dislikes:

Likes: Money, School, Socializing, The Photography Club, Combat

Dislikes: Gossip, Justice, Solitude, Family, Animals

Bio: “A girl with fashion similar to the gyaru girls, despite having a much different personality. She enjoys the gyaru fashion, but doesn’t entertain gossip like the gyaru girls do. She joined the Martial Arts club under the simple claim that she liked going out at night, and wanted to know how to defend herself just in case. The truth is that she’s being harassed by a lower-classman and wants to know how to keep herself safe until she can eventually run away.”

Most of what was said about Francesca was ultimately what Ayano expected, although she didn’t realize that she actively enjoyed combat. Of course, there’s a difference between being beat up and sparring, but what was the difference between that and what were the differences in regards to that for Frankie herself?

The information that really surprised Ayano was what she read about Lori.

Name: Lorelai Bier

Gender: Male

Class: 1-1

Club: None

Persona: Violent

Reputation:

Overall: -16

Liked: -100

Respected: -50

Feared: +100

Crush: None

Strength: Extensive Training

Likes & Dislikes:

Likes: Combat, Money, Solitude, Martial Arts, Social Media

Dislikes: Justice, Socializing, School, Cooking, Family

Bio: A boy who cross-dresses as a girl. Not many- if any knows that he’s a male, and he’s known for being violent when bothered. He’s usually left alone, but rather than being hated, some students give him gifts or offer him nice things as a way to brighten his mood. This doesn’t change his violent nature, but it does coax him to stay out of others' way and hide elsewhere so as to not bother anyone or be bothered. He cross-dresses because he’s learned that doing so gets him more lenient treatment if he’s caught fighting.

For a moment, Ayano wondered if Info-Chan had entered Lori- or Lorelai’s information wrong. The revelation of Lori actually being a male wasn’t necessarily important, but it did make sense to a certain degree regarding Lori and Frankie’s strength difference. To everyone’s knowledge, Lori didn’t train for anything, and Frankie was actively training in the Martial Arts club. Not to mention that Lori was smaller than Frankie (or appeared as such beneath his sweaters), and younger than her by at least two years.

From the point of view of anyone else who knew Frankie and Lori, the thought of Lori actively attacking Frankie to the point that she had to flee didn’t make any sense. Now, with the reveal of Lori’s information, both in gender and in strength, it made more sense to Ayano.

Ayano looked at the final few messages, which successfully explained Lori’s motives.

Info-Chan: Lorelai Bier is hired weekly to attack and physically harass Francesca Komai. I don’t know by who or why right now because Lorelai doesn’t bring a phone to school. He doesn’t make calls so I have no access to who he talks to while he’s in school.

Info-Chan: I do know that Francesca is aware of Lorelai’s real gender and strength-level, although I don’t know what led to her knowing this. I also know that she doesn’t want to tell anyone at school because she’s nosy, and wants to know why Lorelai is attacking her. According to her, she doesn’t think that no one attacks someone for no reason, and is actually concerned for Lorelai.

Info-Chan: If you want to learn more about how to help them, then bring me information about Francesca and Lorelai’s interactions outside of school. For a massive bonus, also bring me information about who is hiring Lorelai.

Ayano inhales deeply, and then exhales just as hard. Truthfully, the interactions today had worn her out. She wasn’t at all ready to deal with whatever the hell Frankie and Lorelai had going on today. She’d deal with it tomorrow, she decided.

Watching Taro’s actions for the next couple of hours would be the perfect break for Ayano.

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