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[The following are text message conversations between classmates Toko Fukawa and Himeno Oowada.
LockedRoomStories is Toko and DIAMONDBACKSISTER is Himeno.]
{LockedRoomStories}: How could you?
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: Woah, what’s got your bra in a twist now?
{LockedRoomStories}: Of course you wouldn’t even realize what you’ve done wrong. I just mean that little to you.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: Come on, Toko. Get to the point of the problem, you’re making my blood boil.
{LockedRoomStories}: You’re telling everyone you’re seeing someone conveniently leaving out the fact that someone is me.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: Woah, babe. It’s not like that. I told a few guys and they spread it around. The only reason I didn’t mention your name is because I know you had issues in the past.
[ The conversation was left on read for a few hours. ]
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: So this it? You’re just not going to talk to me anymore.
{LockedRoomStories}: I need time to think. I’m sorry.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: Yeah, whatever. Guess let me know whatever the fuck you land on.
[A few days pass.]
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: You should let me practice doing makeup on you.
{LockedRoomStories}: You won’t make me look like a cheap whore, would you?
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: I don’t look like a cheap whore, do I?
{LockedRoomStories}: Heh, a little.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: Oh, you’re so going to get it.
[ A few hours pass before Himeno spams images of her and Toko. Toko does in fact have her makeup done. The photos are playful in tone with face squishing and kisses. ]
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: That will be ¥12,000.
{LockedRoomStories}: Ew, no. If anything you owe me that much for causing emotional distress.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: You’re being a dramatic ass pussy, it was not that bad.
{LockedRoomStories}: Yeah, you’d know about that.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: 😈
[ The next day. ]
{LockedRoomStories}: I had to scrub so hard in the shower to get all that off me. My face is so raw.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: Oh my vanilla lady. Do I need to kiss it better?
{LockedRoomStories}: Gah, try and I might have to fight you.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: Oh oh? The bookworm thinks she can handle the Diamondback Tiger?
{LockedRoomStories}: I’m a beetle, not a worm.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: I’d kiss you even if you were a worm.
{LockedRoomStories}: Y
{LockedRoomStories}: YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. DON’T QUOTE TIKTOK SLOP TO ME.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: I dunno, you sound pretty flustered by that TikTok sooo to me.
[ Later that night. ]
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: Hey, can I pick your brain about something?
{LockedRoomStories}: You need help with your homework again?
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: HA, no. That’s not it this time.
{LockedRoomStories}: So, what is it?
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: I’m thinking about wearing a skirt to school tomorrow.
{LockedRoomStories}: Are you sure you’re ready for that?
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: What do you mean?
{LockedRoomStories}: I dunno…..
{LockedRoomStories}: I guess for me there’s a leap between wearing makeup in public and wearing a skirt in public, especially if I was like you.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: What do you mean like me?
{LockedRoomStories}: You know exactly what I mean. Born with a body that doesn’t match your soul.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: 🤨
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: That’s a funny way of saying that given your situation.
{LockedRoomStories}: SHUT UP.
{LockedRoomStories}: I don’t know why you even asked me, you’re just going to do whatever you want anyway.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: Hey, no. I asked because your opinion matters to me. Get that through your head.
{LockedRoomStories}: …….
{LockedRoomStories}: I think if you show up to school wearing a skirt tomorrow, you will regret it.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: Well, what if I don’t regret it?
{LockedRoomStories}: Then I’d be surprised.
[ The next day. ]
{LockedRoomStories}: I’m sorry.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: That’s a funny way of saying I told you so.
{LockedRoomStories}: I’m not happy that I was right, Himeno.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: But you were. No one’s ever going to see me as a woman, just a freak joke in drag.
{LockedRoomStories}: I see you as a woman.
{LockedRoomStories}: You’re strong and beautiful and your tits are even bigger than mine.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: Can’t get your head out of the gutter for even a minute?
{LockedRoomStories}: Sorry, I’m not good at the whole comforting thing.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: No, I guess you wouldn’t be.
{LockedRoomStories}: I wish I could have held you for longer. I wish I could have done something.
{DIAMONDBACKSISTER}: There was nothing you could have done.
{LockedRoomStories}: Right….
[ The previous text conversations have been collected as evidence in the suspected murder of three young men. ]