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since she came to hope's peak academy, emi's main priority has been keeping the library organized and keeping herself well read. for the most part, all of her time has been spent within the library itself. the only times she wasn't stuck between bookshelves was when she was first arriving at the school, going to lunch, or going home. not many people could say they've seen her wander the school outside of those times. hell, not many can even say that they've ever seen her leave at all.

to say she was reclusive would be an understatement. a girl averse to friendship and being in the presence of her fellow ultimates, so much so that the concept of 'companionship' is alien to her. she doesn't feel like she needs it with her profession. her job doesn't tell her to make friends. but, fate does work in mysterious ways for those who want things a way things can't be.

today is a day where fate wills itself to change for her. her day has been like any other so far, spending her time reorganizing the books on the shelves. it's one of the few things that she enjoys doing. unfortunately for her, it doesn't seem like luck is on her side today.

this shelf was organized in the wrong order. and one of these books doesn't even belong here! and this book was put in backwards... this sort of pattern has come and go all day. an hour passes, and nothing goes wrong with her organization. in the next hour, she finds herself tripping over a stack of books and creasing the pages with the awkward way they fell.

in comparison to her usual calm disposition, her hands are shaky as she grabs the creased books from the floor, and moves the unaffected books onto the empty shelf below. with the ruined books in hand, she approaches one of the library tables and sets them down. she sighs despondently as she settles into a seat and tries desperately to flatten the creases in the page, lest the actual librarian find out how unlucky she's been all day.

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today is just one of many days where kokichi's boredom reaches a peak. it's gotten to the point where it's absolutely unbearable. he feels like he'll just die from it! he won't, of course, but that's just one of many things that he loves to overdramatize.

most of his day has been spent wandering around, sort of observing what the others on the schoolgrounds have been up to. really, he's just looking for someone that'll be the most fun to mess with. who has the biggest reactions to his antics, who's the most likely to stave off his boredom with some 'interesting' conversation topics...

unfortunately, he's coming up with blanks. mostly in part due to the fact that it's unfair for him to judge who can tolerate him when they all refuse to get near him. but, not everyone's like that, right?

...ah! that gives him the perfect idea actually.

he's giggling to himself as he makes the trip back inside. there's only one person who he didn't see standing around, talking about whatever and doing what was most definitely something boring. and trying to get under their skin was going to be the most fun.

he's not trying to hide his presence when he heads back inside, almost trying to ensure that his footfalls were loud and sure to draw attention. that's not unusual of him either; his presence as a whole demanded others' eyes to be on him. the loudest stomps of his feet are right outside one of the research lab doors.

and the next loudest noises come from him slamming open the door and yelling.

" shu - i - chii! "

kokichi whines like a child as his expression morphs from the cheery look of before to the usual glossy-eyed look he put on whenever he wanted something. he even sniffles and wipes his eyes as he walks into the room, not caring enough to ask permission to enter. not that he was going to ask anyways; he did practically kick open the door.

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‌‌today's an off day at the academy, one of the rare days where it seems like no one has anything important to do or anywhere to be. the halls and the courtyard are busy as ever, and the noise is overstimulating.

as per usual, maki makes an effort not to bother herself with the chatters of her classmates. the quiet ones are always grouped together, and the rowdy ones can't be five feet apart from at least one of them. maki didn't want to partake in whatever sort of chaos they were plotting to do or going through in that moment.

she takes her leave before she gets roped into their nonsense, and makes her way down the hall in silence and solitude. she was careful to avoid whoever was crowding the corridor right now.

this is one of the moments where she would but expected to 'practice her talent' at this school, like they were all assigned to. but, it was difficult to do either of them in a way that mattered. she didn't have anyone to target, and no one to take care of.

instead she pays a visit to one of the empty classrooms, void of both desks and people. from the belt strapped to her calf, she removes the knife she was used to having on her person in case of emergencies. or, well, in case someone stepped a little too close to her more specifically.

she situates herself at the back wall of the room by the door, lines up a shot, and throws the knife straight forward into the chalkboard at the back. this could help bide her time. in a way, this is 'practicing' her talent too, in the event that she was forced to face off against a long range target. the chances of getting into that situation with only a knife were slim, but she couldn't take risks in her line of work.

she approaches the board to pull the knife free with ease. she finds a small piece of chalk on the ground nearby, and draws it across the chalkboard ahead of her. various symbols are written, ranging from a target one might see on a dart board, to smaller dots littered around in random locations. her goal was little more than to test her aim.

she approaches the back of the room when she's done, leaving behind the chalk and waving her hand to dislodge some of the dust from her hand. she turns, and lifts her knife, focusing in on one of the smaller dots on the chalkboard.

her focus is unwavering in this moment. of course, that's subject to change.