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Her name is Midari Ikishima.
She is 17 years old, but a third year, having skipped a year due to her supposed genius. (She's shown you the trophies and medals and certificates, but sometimes you really do doubt it.) She's about 160cm tall, a size S for tops but M for bottoms (She doesn't know why, but most of the club does.) She's also a B cup. (No matter how much she says otherwise.)
She recruited you into the club on 2nd February, but she first approached you in January. Well, rather than 'recruited', you joined of your own volition - But dammit if that wasn't her fault to begin with.
Your phone hasn't stopped buzzing since then. Yea, she was a text addict. You can't recall a single time she has had free time and not been on her phone during it. It doesn't bother you - The texts are short and simple and she never expects anyone to respond to them. As long as they're read eventually, she's satisfied. The way she types is astoundingly fast though - a single thumb flying over the keyboard as if it were second nature, littering the messages with slang and kaomoji.
In fact, everyday after club ended, she never failed to text you a quick 「乙」not three seconds after you left the room. (Even if she could just tell you face to face.)
The club members all love her.
Like a family, yes, but also something deeper than that. The lot of you had a group chat on LINE that was "made to allow the sharing of fashion trends, gossip, and general cute things ♪"
...Or at least that was the version of it in theory. In practice, it became sort of a fanclub for her.
Talking about how her hair looks a little different today, or about how cute she'd look in that new dress from Liz Lisa. Sending pictures of bunnies to each other and comparing her to them. Discussing possible dates to drag her out on. New cafes to bring her to. She has a sweet tooth, after all.
One of the girls jokingly named it the "Ikishima Cluster". Despite calling it a temporary name, they haven't changed it back.
"Ikishima-sama looks down today, did something happen??"
"She looks so sad! Someone buy her a crepe tomorrow★"
"Isn't it because of the snake?ww"
"It's the snake. It's her."
Jabami Yumeko was her name - But because of the 'Ja' in her name, you all call her a snake.
The one intruder in your precious garden, threatening to take away your goddess.
It hurt you to see her so torn up.
It hurt all of you - deeply. If it was another guy, or girl, that treated her nicely and made her feel on top of the world, then you likely wouldn't have a problem. You'd gladly hand her over, congratulate the couple, throw a party, even.
But this wasn't like that.
She hurt her. She hurt her and left her out to dry, without even bothering to finish the job. You and the others had to rush in after her, clean up the mess she left. Crying, bleeding, anguished.
Inhumane. Just inhumane. You wanted to protect her with all your might in that moment. You and the others cleaned her up, took her to wash her face. Then, you applied the antiseptic cream on her as you would concealer. It wouldn't scar. You wouldn't allow that to happen. Afterwards, you'd take her out to Nipponbashi for Shibuya Toast and caramel coffee. Watching her sweet face devour the even sweeter confectionaries - You wonder, how could anyone harbour malice toward this girl? How could you hate someone like this?
It only got worse.
She only talks of that snake now. Every ten - no, five - messages will include a mention of her, or her straight black hair, or her 'chilling' scowl, or what she did in school that day. When in club, you swear Midari has a faraway look she never had before, her eye glazed over, like she is constantly lost.
No. That's no good.
"What're we gonna doooo-!!"
"Calm down, calm down."
"How could she calm down?ww You're not so calm yourself, yknow."
"Shut up. I know. I'm sad too, ok?!"
She's not hers.
"I've got a plan guys★"
" ?? 4649 please"
She's ours.
"We can keep her aaaa~ll to ourselves like this"
"wktk"
"You wanna trap her in the clubroom or something??!"
"No!! You idiot. Hn."
She's.
"We just have to kill the snake! ♪"
Mine.