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10th September, 2025.
It was a sunny day, with brilliant, golden rays shining from above.
On a rooftop lay two Japanese high school students. Kurumi Yoshizawa, the student council president, and her girlfriend, Naoi, a regular, class-ditching delinquent. In between the two girls was a Mauser 30-06.
The American Comeback Tour was on its first stop— Utah University. Charlie Kirk, right-wing activist, co-founder of The Turning Point, and raging homophobe, racist, transphobe, and misogynist. Quite a list of accomplishments, isn’t it?
Below them was a gathering of students. Some keen on hearing out the right-wing activist’s points, others disinterested, others just wanting to score some extra credit for being at the event.
“Naoi-” Kurumi stuttered as her fingers trembled on the trigger. “Are you sure we should do this? I mean- it’s pretty-”
“Who gives a damn?” The delinquent replied, laying down on the concrete floor with her hands behind her head. “It’d be good for a laugh, imagine the headlines! Two Japanese High School Girls Shoot Activist!”
“I’m sorry are you fucking impliying we’ll get caught?” Kurumi’s head darts towards Naoi, her eyes narrowing in rage as she drops the rifle. “My mother would be pissed that I ditched school for this little passion project of yours, and you’re implying they’ll catch us?”
The black haired delinquent doesn’t reply, she simply snorts and shrugs her shoulders.
“Oh come on— give me a straight reply!”
The student council president storms towards her girlfriend, grabbing her collar and practically dragging her up the floor— how strong is this girl? To be fair, Naoi was underweight, but still, with one hand too…
“We’re in too deep now!” She shouts into the face of the shorter girl. “What happened to ‘we’ll destroy it all together’? Give me a straight answer if you want me to shoulder this shit with you, don’t be wishy-washy with me now!”
“Woah, woah!” Naoi puts up her hands in a faux surrender. “Pissed off, much?”
“Fine, you want to ‘destroy it all’ or ‘shoulder all of it’ with me, then you better keep your promise!” Kurumi seethes, pulling Naoi all the way up standing, as she walks towards the rifle.
She grabs the rifle with one hand, pointing it down vaguely in the direction of the podcaster.
“Counting or not counting gang viole-”
BANG.
Screams erupted from the crowd under them.
…how the hell did she manage that?
She wasn’t even aiming, just… one handed in that random direction… damn, this ‘perfect’ student really can do anything! Even the recoil… normally that would break her arm, but she just… shook it off!
“Now, how are we going to escape from this, huh?” Kurumi puts her hands on her hip, glaring at Naoi as she drops the rifle onto the ground.
“This.”
Naoi takes three steps forward nonchalantly.
Chu~♡
Kurumi’s stomach twisted and turned as she doubled over. Her surroundings suddenly changed from a sunny rooftop in Utah, to the ruined hotel room that the pair were staying in just two days ago.
The power of yuri prevails.