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Jirou checked her phone clock, reading 8:51 pm . She set her phone down on her desk and leaned back in her chair stretching her arms over her head. She’d been studying for almost an hour and, in her book, ‘almost’ was good enough. She could only focus on homework so much before she got too bored. Closing her math book and pushing her notebook away, she made a mental note of what she’d need to ask her study group next time, or really what she should bring to eat. Actually she was just thinking about what to think, math being the furthest thing from her mind now.
Exiting her room Jirou yawned tiredly as she walked down the plain dorm halls. Her room being on the third floor left her with a bit of a walk to the dorms kitchen and living space, not that she minded since she got to be on the same floor as Hagakure. Sweet, bubbly Hagakure. She half expected to bump into her as she began walking downstairs. They seemed to have a habit of running into each other during the night hours when everyone should’ve been sleeping. As Jirou stepped down another flight of stairs she started whistling to pass the time, wondering if she’d find another one of her classmates on a midnight snack run as well.
Stepping into the common area she was met with Satou, Aoyama and Hagakure all huddled together on the couch, watching something on the TV. They must’ve noticed her entering cause Hagakure was already twisting around on the couch to turn to her.
“Hey Jirou!” she greeted happily. Aoyama looked over his shoulder giving a similar greeting, Satou however seemed far to invested in whatever they were watching to give more then a grunt in acknowledgement as their eyes remained fixed on the screen.
“Yo.” Jirou gave Hagakure a rough wave before making her way to the small built in kitchen. Quickly looking through all the labeled leftover boxes from other classmates she picked a can of soda. Cracking open the a cold one without the bois she turned to the screen to finally see what her friends were so focused on. It was a cooking show of course. Jirou rolled her eyes at how predictable some of them could be sometimes.
“Whatcha watchin?” She asked regardless, Satou was quick with a response
“Chef Wars, it’s a cooking show that pits chefs against each other-” they started prattling on about the show too fast for Jirou to comprehend. It must’ve shown, because Aoyama spoke next with a simpler answer.
“Competitive baking, of only the most extravagant kind~”
“It’s not just competitive baking! There’s so much more to it-” Satou restarted their rant again, this time aimed at the poor (yet fashionable) frenchman. While that happened, Hagakure patted the space next to her,
“You should come watch with us! I don’t understand it much either but it’s really cool and Satou got everyone kit-kats!”
Sure enough there was a bag of kit-kats on the table in front of them, wrappers of the candy discarded everywhere to be cleaned up later. Jirou mulled it over for a second before hopping over the edge of the couch to sit with them
“Sure, sounds cool enough.” She made herself comfy on the couch. Next to Hagakure it wasn’t hard to feel at home, not that she’d ever admit it. As the show pressed on she grabbed her own candy bar, biting into it like a heathen. She didn’t have time to break off each piece. She was Kyoka Jirou, a total groundbreaking (sometimes literally) hero, plus it made her feel cool.
“Jirou we live in a society with rules, you can’t just do that!” Satou exclaimed, having noticed her lawlessness with the kit-kat bar. She was a little impressed they even noticed given how absorbed in the show they were just a moment ago.
“Gasp, that’s almost as bad as Hagakure!” Aoyama joined in.
“Almost? What did Hagakure do?” Jirou asked, she was curious as to how someone could be even more fiendish then biting right into a kit-kat bar. Hagakure giggled,
“Oh please, it’s not that crazy!”
“I’m quite certain what you did was impossible and I still want answers,” Aoyama pressed. Now Jirou was even more curious
“Wait what does she do?” she asked again. Hagakure answered by reaching over to the table and brushing apart some of the wrappers, revealing a kit-kat bar with a hole in the middle of it, it didn’t look cut at all as it displayed the tale signs of bite marks. Jirou blinked in bewilderment. Satou shed a tear of misery in the background.
“It’s so wrong…” they mumbled.
“It’s like she chewed right through it. Our friend is an enigma whose abilities only raise more queries.” Aoyama said with dramatic hand gestures
“I don’t see what the big deal is guys, I just ate a bit of the bar!” Hagakure argued back in a light tone. Jirou finally snapped out of her daze to question the anomaly
“Wha-how. That’s like…Impossible!”
“Impossible is my middle name!”
“You don’t have a middle name.” Aoyama argued, Hagakure wasn’t having that and whipped around to him.
“How do you know my middle name isn’t invisible, hm? Do you know that for a fact?” Instantly anyone could see the grim expression befall Aoyama as he was forced to face the reality that he technically didn’t know. Everything about Hagakure Tooru was apparently a mystery. Satou finally voiced their thoughts.
“We’re supposed to be heroes! How can we lead the fight against villains if we act like them with our food!”
“You want me to eat normally?” Hagakure asked.
“Yes!” Satou’s reply prompted Hagakure to bring the chocolate bar to her mouth, only to take a rough bite of the side, once again ignoring the perfect breakability of it. Satou cried out in frustration
“No!” they held their face as they hung their head, giving up. Aoyama patted their back in support.
“At least moi~ eats their kit-kats like a civilized human being.”
Jirou watched as Aoyama picked up a plate that wasn’t there before, filled with perfectly cut portions of the candy bar. And proceeded to pick one up with chopsticks before eating it.
“...that’s so punk rock.” Jirou mumbled.
“You’re all heathens.” Satou groaned from their position.