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How did I even get here? Toko's thoughts grumbled as she stomped down the hallway. The three years I've been here and never in my life has this happened to me before! She tugger her braids as anger-relief. Toko's intense discontent came from the fact that in her last year of Hope's Peak Academy, she would be a part of the Dark Arts class instead of her usual writing course. Not that she necessarily liked her usual course mates, it consisted of her, Ai, and Hifumi. She found herself pathetically having to cling to a computer for assistance when Hifumi was a bother, spouting on about his fanfiction and 2D girls, and clinging to Ai didn't help all that much each as Hifumi was even more attached to her 2D appearance. Their teacher was a bear, Shirokuma which she didn't necessarily hate, just found their appearance odd. Though, all the teachers here were bears so she knew that would stay the same. Her classmates, though despised, she found herself begrudgingly preferring Hifumi over whatever horrors awaited her in the dark arts class. She hadn't even entered yet, but she could already imagine whatever cultist would be there, and what rituals would ensue.
Finally, she reached the classroom. She scoffed at the door and she grabbed its knob. Her body shivered, feeling all the germs from the disgusting people that had already come here. She considered just skipping or going to the headmaster to complain, but if she hadn't even attended the class yet he'd probably say something along the lines of 'Why don't you try it first?" or 'You can't judge a book by its cover! You of all people should know that Toko,' and Toko would think Actually you can judge a book by its cover, that's what the book cover is supposed to do! but never enough coward to say it out loud. She grumbled some more the door, probably having just stood there doing nothing but grasping the door handle for three of her five minutes left before she was considered late, before making a decision. "Tsk" she didn't mean to spit like that out loud, but she just saw it as more of a bad omen of what would come from the classroom. I'll attend fully today to say that I tried it, then complain to the headmaster.
The doorknob twisted, and Toko unlocked the door walking in with a timid posture. She scanned the room and looked at the appearance at everyone, the boy with a strange mask, the boy with a cape, and the boy with ridiculous colored hair, and five hamsters were what she saw first. I knew it, this class is filled with nothing but weirdos, egotists, and loudmouths! And what's with that masked dude? Is he some kind of predator? Should he be allowed around kids? Toko now appeared visibly terrified and considered just turning around and say that she entered the wrong class, but scanned the room once more, noting that she didn't pay attention to every single kid there. She had only paid notice to the kids she had never seen before but still missed some. There was a cute girl with a cute little magician hat on, and some other 3rd years that she recognized. Celestia, Hagakure, Junko, and Mukuro were all there and though she hadn't gotten close with them, she hadn't gotten close with anyone in her entire time at Hope's Peak really, it was nice for her to see some familiar faces. Though, she thought all of them were weirdos as well, she thought Junko stuck out the most with her bright hair, but knowing her personality she thought she fit in just fine. Then her eyes noticed one last girl and Toko gasped as her face turned red, she believed this girl stuck out in the class even more than Junko did.
It was what Toko would describe as the perfect girl, visually at least, though she truly prayed the girl wouldn't turn out to be Enoshima 2.0. Her hair was blonde, well-kept, and nicely done. She stood with good posture, and her clothes were regal and nicely arranged. The girl glanced at Toko, everyone was glancing, she had just made a sound after all, but Toko was too enchanted by the girl's beauty to notice. Her eyes pierced through Toko's heart and her knees felt weak. Is this what love at first sight is? Then she realized why the girl attracted her so much. She reminded her so much of Togami. Toko's heart melted even more just thinking of her one and only if anything she wished that she had accidentally chosen the same FACS course as Togami instead of this grim, creepy class. She began squirming before her trance was broken and she noticed the entire class was watching her. She squealed, grabbing her braids and stuttering out an apology. Way to go Toko, great first impression. She beat herself up. Well, it's not like you'll be seeing these losers anymore after this.
The class was standing around a blue painted circle with a pentagon inside. Candles lit up the dim room which didn't have electric lights, unlike Toko's writing class and she guess every other. She looked at the details of the room now, it was a dark purple, filled with more dark purple wood for a bookshelf, containing other darkly colored books. well at least they have a theme here. There was a cobweb in one of the top corners, and Toko couldn't tell whether it was real or fake and shivered. She shuffled into the circle, trying to find a place to squeeze in with everyone else.
"Erm, excuse me," Toko whispered to the blonde-haired girl. The girl received the message and politely shuffled over for Toko, turning her face red at the quite normal gesture. She was in between her and the rodent-infested man, who seemed to want to protest her being there, but kept quiet after the blonde-hair girl obliged. She was shocked by the fact her presence was despised, but still hated the feeling.
The late bell had rung, meaning class had now begun, but the teacher was nowhere to be seen. Having completed the school for two years, Toko was used to their clown routine, popping out of nowhere. Scaring all the first years, flinching the second ones, and leaving the third years unphased. Toko being the coward she was, braced herself to be a disgrace to the third years of Hope's Peak and be startled by the teacher's appearance. In the center of their cultist pentagon, there was a portrait of an oddly pastel-colored, considering the room, rabbit. She wore something that looked like it came out of a kids' cartoon and Toko was thoroughly confused by the rabbit as it didn't fit at all with the class, but the portrait began to shake. Toko and the caped kid screamed, though the caped child looked like he had more of a shock, looking like he was about to start crying. Out of the portrait popped out the pastel rabbit described with a ridiculous animeesque costume and a wand was it began to speak. Though Toko has passed out from the creature jumping out. Toko was now long gone and Syo stood erect. The blonde-haired girl looked starry-eyed and amazed by Syo's appearance.
Syo cackled. "I see I made it just in time for the class! Oh, I can't imagine the look on that little losers face when she saw what course she'd be taking!" Syo cackled some more, shocking everyone who wasn't a third-year student.
"Ahem!" The rabbit interrupted.
"Eh, what's with this rodent?" She said pointing at the rabbit. "Speaking of rodents, why does the dude next to me look like he has fleas or something?"
"They're the Dark Divas of Devastation and they will not tolerate your slander!" The man standing next to him burst out.
"Everyone be quiet!" The rabbit burst. She promptly apologized for raising her voice. "I'm Magical Girl Usami, but as your teacher, you may call me Usami."
"Eh?? This rodent is gonna teach us? I thought all the teacher were bears!" Syo interjected.
"Hush hush!" Usami quieted. "You sure cause a lot of trouble and I've never seen you in this class before, but you don't look like a first-year to me, what is your name? Actually maybe we should save it for introduc-" Usami was cut off by yet another student interrupting her.
The girl next Syo was breathing heavily, as if in a euphoric state. The girl's face was reddened and she looked even more starry-eyed than before. Through her excited pants, she spoke. "Syo... You're Genocider Syo!"