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"Neon hurry up I swear to Arceus," Killjoy pulled the pale purple sheets off of her friend, receiving a tired groan in response. A fluffy dark blue, almost black tail flicking back and forth in an irritated manner.
The room was rather small in comparison to what one would usually call a bedroom, yet her friend seemed more than comfortable to make the most of it. There was a small window high off from the floor, a dark blue curtain flowing gently through the wind.
There was a single bed, all with various shades of purple bedding and a small desk off to the corner, opposite to the door. Her clothing was stuffed into a small dresser to the left of the desk, a cherry blossom themed lamp bathing the corner in a soft yellowy pink glow.
It was cosy, and in Killjoy's opinion, far too lived in. Seriously though, Neon needed to get out of her room more often.
It's why Killjoy decided to enrol her into school rather than letting her continue her schooling online. Definitely not because Killjoy was lonely and missed spending every day with Neon. Definitely not.
"If you don't get up now we're both gonna be late." Killjoy grumbled, taking hold of Neon's feet and yanking. She let out a quiet 'eep' in response, flailing her arms around in an attempt to keep from falling off the side.
"Fine fine FINE STOP PULLING MY LEG OFF!!" Neon screeched, sent crumpling to the grey carpet flooring in a jumble of blanket and limbs.
"You are a pain in my ass, y'know that?" Killjoy snickered, waving her hand around with a smirk.
"Right right, we can get going now!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together with a closed eye smile.
Neon stared up at her with a deadpan expression.
"Do you mind if I get dressed, or should I start classes in a bra?" The German gave her friend a mischievous grin,
"I'd be making every one of those horny teenagers days." Neon sneered, slowly untangling herself from her blankets before shuffling past Killjoy to rummage through her wardrobe.
"Mind making a hot chocolate in my carry cup? I won't be long." Neon asked, though they both knew she didn't actually have to ask for Killjoy to make her one. It was for the sake of familiarity.
"Of course, Neon. Three sugars and hazelnut flavouring?" she poked her friend in the ribs, narrowly avoiding a swipe from a thrashing tail.
"Thank you!" Neon called after Killjoy, who was already halfway down the hallway before she could receive a clawed hand to the face.
She got a muffled 'no worries' in response. They both knew Killjoy would abuse the opportunity to make herself a black coffee. Like the fucking abomination she was.
Neon stood in front of her bathroom mirror, glaring at her frizzed up hair and twitching ears like they had personally insulted her.
"Are you gonna work for me today, or do I have to resort to drastic measures?" She hissed, picking up her hair brush with determination.
She could hear Killjoy rummaging through their kitchen, the two bedroom - originally one bedroom, but they made the small office room work - apartment was nice and comfortable, but left no room for privacy. The least they could do was set up memory foam panels on the walls of their bedrooms, so they had even a slight piece of mind.
Not like they minded. They've known each other for far too long for there to be any secrets between them.
With much more effort than what was necessary, Neon managed to brush through her blue and yellow hair, tying it up into rushed pigtails before brushing her teeth and tugging on a black tank top and lavender cropped hoodie. She threw on a pair of black denim shorts, almost tripping over herself in the process before bolting down the hall.
The smell of freshly ground coffee and hot chocolate wafted through the room, pale yellow walls lined with white shelves filled with snacks, spices and anything else the pair wanted that didn't need refrigeration. Potted plants hanging from the ceiling, flowers of various colours adding a much needed 'pop' to the kitchen. And there, next to the oven, was the oh so cherished fridge. Small, but still appealing.
Killjoy turned to her, a wide smile on her face.
"Let's get going! We have to catch a bus that leaves in around five minutes." Neon groaned, but snatched up her drink and followed Killjoy out of the apartment. All the while grumbling to herself.
"It really isn't that bad, Valorant can be really competitive with literally everything. But the others in our class are pretty chill." Killjoy took a seat at the very front of the bus, both of them eager to leave the bus first, before a tidal wave of sweaty teenagers killed their vibe.
"You've said that already." Neon grumbled, popping in her right earplug so she could listen to music and still talk to Killjoy. She glanced down the middle aisle at the overly rowdy students with a strained expression.
"I'm not convinced…" Neon turned back to Killjoy, who was snickering behind a gloved hand.
"What's so funny?" She sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. Killjoy snorted in amusement.
"Sorry! Sorry! I just think it's funny!" Neon huffed, unconvinced.
Killjoy leaned back heavily in her seat.
"We've got a whole lot of eccentrics in our class, but none that go out of their way to be rude." Again, Neon shot her a look of disbelief. It wouldn't be a school without assholes with a superiority and / or inferiority complex. That's what she'd learnt from her limited years in public schooling.
Killjoy shook her head with a fond huff, looking down at her with amusement, "You'll see, I already know that Sage loves you!" Neon found that somehow even harder to believe.
First of all, she's never met any of Killjoy's classmates - friends or otherwise - and second of all, she's not great at holding conversation, so even if Killjoy had spoken of her. It likely wasn't in a very good light. More so teasing her for tripping over literally nothing, or that other time when a hot girl was flirting with her and Neon was too dense to realise. Or that time when she made cheesecake, shared it with Killjoy, but ended up sneezing all over it. Damn dust allergy.
Just thinking about it made Neon shiver, like a sudden cold gust of wind after relaxing in a hot tub for an hour. Speaking of hot tub, Neon would love to use the new bath bombs she bought, they had one of those fancy spa baths in their apartment. She's used it far more than what was deemed reasonable.
"Neon, stop daydreaming this is our stop!" Killjoy tugged her from her seat, pulling her off of the bus before they got squished in the student stampede.
"Right, sorry Kj," she mumbled, following after her friend as she was led through the gates and into the three story building.
"Why did I agree to this?" she grumbled, catching herself before she could face plant into the floor, Killjoy tugging on her arm suddenly.
"Do that one more fucking time and I'll fry your fingers clean off your body," she hissed, pulling her arm back to her chest with a huff. Killjoy gave her a cheeky smirk before opening the door to what was either the office, or her new classroom.
Neon came to the conclusion it was her classroom, as many MANY faces turned to face the pair as Killjoy announced her presence.
"Guys guys look! This elusive creature is called Neon, and I peer pressured her into coming to school!" There were a few muffled greetings and small chuckles before the pair were bombarded by three others.
"Oh my god you're tiny!" A white haired fox hybrid - that was barely taller than her- squealed. Grabbing at her arm to tear her from her meat shield.
Neon panicked, mind running blank as Killjoy did an absolutely terrible job at being a social blockade and an incredible job at being a gay disaster around what was probably the 'Raze' she heard so much about.
"Ayo! Killjoy you sly fox-" The orange haired boy leaned slightly closer to the fox, "No offence Jett!" he whispered before continuing.
"You didn't mention your roommate was total eye candy!" he smirked down at her in the common cishet way before wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
"That's my best friend dumbass, don't be a creep!" Killjoy slapped him upside the head, pulling Neon away from the two person crowd with a sigh.
"Sorry about them, they think with their genitals almost one hundred percent of the time." Neon snickered, waving her hand around dismissively.
"I can tell," She sent the pair a judgemental sneer before turning to Raze.
"You're Raze, right?" she asked, shaking her hand politely. Killjoy gasped, quick to yank at Neon's arm in a desperate attempt to separate the two.
"I've heard so much about you!" she smirked, giving Killjoy a devilish side-eye.
Raze smiled brightly, shaking her hand with way more energy than what was needed.
"All good things I hope!" Neon hummed to herself, pretending to look back on all the rants Killjoy went on.
"Oh yeah, Killjoy could talk for hours about you with no breaks-" a very uncalled for punch to the gut left her winded. Staring up at Killjoy with betrayal.
"Don't look at me like that you bastard!" Killjoy growled,
"I invited you here in confidence, don't make me tell them all about how much of a disaster you are!" Neon gasped, narrowing her eyes.
"You fuckin' wouldn't!" she hissed, the fur on her tail frizzing up. Her hair alight with what could only be an electrical current.
"I. Fuckin. Would." She was quick to push her way past the Siamese, hurdling over desks to reach the back of the classroom.
"NEON CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FLIRTING AND NORMAL SMALL TALK!" She screeched at the top of her lungs, taking in a large gulp of air before continuing, quieter now that she had every bodies attention.
"Seven times! Trust me I've been keeping count. Neon's unknowingly rejected hot women seven times! And don't even get me started on the amount of men she completely shuts down!"
Neon flushed, gaping like a fish out of water as her friend called to the entire class.
"At least I'm not stuck in the friend zone!" she called back, Killjoy whipping around to face her with dread.
"No bitches?" Someone with grey and white hair questioned a similar looking purple haired woman. They laughed to each other, getting almost immediately shot down by a black haired crane hybrid.
"Damn, I love that in a woman~" The fox - named Jett - smirked down at her. Neon sent her a scathing glare.
"Don't you dare start with me." Jett met her head on with a wink.
"how about we start with a date, yeah?" Neon damn near choked as multiple catcalls and 'ooh's echoed around the classroom.
Jett chuckled lightly, handing her a folded piece of paper, "call me, yeah?" she sent a wink over her shoulder before taking her place in a window seat next to the black haired crane.
No, she didn't get any work done. No, she couldn't remember a thing the teacher had said. Yes, Jett was staring at her throughout the rest of class.
And yes, Neon was going on a date with a hot woman.