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Mitsuri: Whaaa! You were in detention with Shinaguzawa-san?
◇ Mitsuri Kanroji covered her mouth with one hand, pink nail polish that was too pale to be noticed by school staff, glinting in the light. She was a chipper and sweet girl, somehow friends with almost everyone, had more admirers than you could shake a stick at. What with her light green eyes, and two adorable under-the-eye moles, who didn't find her attractive? She had to wear a black wig to school each day, to hide her dyed hair, but it didn't make her less cute. If anything, it was always a fun surprise after school, to see pink and green splay out of her scalp like a blooming flower.
____: Yeah.
◇ ____ sighed, knowing Mitsuri would make a big deal of this. Mitsuri was kindhearted, but definitely had a bunch of platonic crushes.
Mitsuri: I can't believe you got detention with him! Was he as scary as he looks up close? Was he mean? Do his scars really make him look as handsome from afar?
____: Uh, I don't know. He just told me to be quiet. I guess he was trying to sleep or something.
Mitsuri: Hm. Well, you're lucky, you know! He's friends with Kumeno-san! He's so funny and sweet, and Iguro-san! Kya! Iguro-san is so nice and cute!!! You know I saw him earlier at lunch, I'm pretty sure he smiled at me behind his mask!!! Kyaa!
◇ Mitsuri giggled and held her fists to her mouth, shaking her head back and forth. You could practically see the hearts floating around her. Iguro, he was repulsive at best, almost no better than Shinaguzawa. He was rumored to have a bunch of poisonous reptiles at home, he always avoided girls, and judged anyone who got to close to him. He didn't have a problem pointing things out about people, figuratively and literally. Getting pointed at by him, whether you knew why or not, it was always like a stab in the gut. Yet for some reason, Mitsuri liked him. She thought he was handsome, cute, somehow sweet. She always chattered about when they'd spend time together, about what he might look like without his cloth mask. Typically you weren't supposed to wear them, but he had a special note from his family about it, the Rengokus. He was adopted or something with a skin condition or whatever, it probably didn't matter.
Mitsuri: Ah, I wish we shared some classes. I barely get to see Iguro-san! It's always at the beginning and end of the day.
◇ She pouted.
____: Well, maybe you should ask him out.
Mitsuri: What?! No way! I can't!
◇ She squeaked, covering her pink cheeks, shocked at the suggestion. But ____ frowned, stepping closer.
____: You always talk about him, and from what you say, he seems to at least tolerate you.
Mitsuri: Yeah, but...
◇ Mitsuri frowned and trailed off, looking down at her nails.
Mitsuri: What if I look bad? What if my habits scare him away? He barely eats anything!
____: Maybe he's just shy about eating or something. Go take him to lunch, or to go get ice cream.
Mitsuri: Maybe...but I can't do it alone.
◇ She looked up at ____, puppy eyes initiated. She didn't even have to ask, ____ knew what she was asking. She wanted ____ to tag alone to ask. With a sigh, ____ mumbled.
____: Fine.
Mitsuri: AH! Thank you ____-chan!!!
◇ Mitsuri cheered and took ____'s hand, leading them down the hallway to their last class of the day, the one they happened to share. She was smiling and yapping about how she would approach her dear crush, forgetting the fact she'd likely just blush and fumble with her words when the time came. But a girl could dream. So ____ just let her go.