* femme / fought.

oh   …        this  is  a  lot .             intrusive ,        and  despotic ,        and  a  lot .        eyes  left        —————         right        —————         escape ,         escape ,        escape        —————         every  word  filtrated  through  that  soulful  tone  raises  new  flesh  on  her  arms .

“ y - you’re  saying        —————         oh ,        i  knew  it  !        you  l - lll…ured  me  here  to  kill  me   …        dissect  me  into  trusting ,        so  you  could  leave  with  a  clean  conscience   ..!          well  !        no  one’s  gonna  miss  me  when  you  slaughter  me  !  ”

staggered ,         even ,        sakura  holds  a  distinct  height  advantage        —————         a  means  to  seize ,        and  strangle ,         and  silence .        scream  yourself  hoarse ,         and  no  one  will  hear  you  when  she  takes  your  life    …         no  one  will  want  to .

【 🌸 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒂 】 ———- ✘

defeated    sighs    leave her lips ; she’d expected such a reaction. she’s previously kept track of the type of    panicked    tendencies touko showed in certain situations,    &&    she truly didn’t expect this to be much different. perhaps drawing out people one by one wasn’t in the best of interest ---------- but the thought of her following byakuya there would still have been a    failed    attempt ; seeing as she lost belief that he would even    show up. 

                          ❝ ... i apologize. i have left the door unlocked. if you would like to leave ---------- there is no                            reason you need to stay if you are    a f r a i d    of me. ❞ 

Toko takes the pen, beginning to scribble out a note. She considers leaving it anonymous, but that would likely be more suspicious than simply letting others know she and Sakura made it.

Taping the note to the fridge, she turns back around to see Sakuras smile. It’s nice, seeing someone smile at her, though she never thought it’d actually happen.

Despite her attempts to not smile, the corners of her mouth upturned anyways as the writer turned away a little to hide this. “..w-what do you look so happy about?”

【 🌸 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒂 】 ———- ✘

                          ❝ i am    grateful    that you spent this time with me. speaking honestly, i didn’t believe i would                            ever get you to talk to me. ❞

‘ well, if you ever want your hair braided you can come to me! ’

that’s what friends do after all.  and they were friends. —–ah, the more she thought about it, the more embarrassing it was getting.  kana’s never really had someone to bond with over things like this. hopefully, they get close enough to have sleep overs and talk about boys.

‘ this hairstyle suits you! –it’s playful, and cute.  great for work outs but gives off a feminine feel. ’

【 🌸 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒂 】 ———- ✘

a more feminine    giggle    leaves her lips ; it isn’t often sakura feels like the    cute    one in the room. so, she appreciates kana for that. an index finger    t a p s    the smaller girl’s shoulder affectionately as she continues ; 

briefly, the despair can’t help but wonder how that disgusting face would contort when she realizes that the monokuma that is blackmailing her into spying for them is puppeteered by maizono herself. that the girl she wants to work with is just as much a spy as sakura is. imagine if she mentioned there might be a spy…? how would she give herself away then?

such pleasantries have to be cast aside in favour of watching this boring scene unfold. oh, let’s work together! how utterly out of fashion. this is a killing game! obviously there’s going to be no such thing.

but she plays with her hair, lets her cheeks grow a maidenly pink. so far, it seems as long as she imagines oogami is a man, she can twist her any which way she likes. “you’re really sweet, oogami-san! you were thinking about how you want to protect me, right? i can tell–i’m an esper, you know!” she giggles, eyes shining mischievously. “just kidding! i just have really good intuition.”

【 🌸 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒂 】 ———- ✘

she couldn’t help herself but let the smallest of    s m i l e s    cross her features at that ; maizono definitely had the kind of    charm    to her that was seen in any popular pop idol icon. but, her smile is soon to    fade    the more she thinks about their situation. eyes drift off elsewhere momentarily before they return to the much-smaller girl. 

                           ❝ i plan to protect    everyone    here. i want every one of us to survive together. that includes                            you, maizono. ❞ 

Oogami Sakura | LV.100 | Barbarian

HP ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜

MP ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜

ATK ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛

DEF ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜

LCK ⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜

SPD ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜

STA ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜

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“..t-thats a good idea. I don’t think the others really.. well, like us. I-its bothersome, but it’s the truth.” She sighed, tucking some hair behind her ear. She’d thought Sakura didn’t care for her either, but.. the opposite seemed to be the case.

Placing the pot in the fridge, Fukawa pulled a piece of paper out of her skirt pocket. “D-do you have a pen? I can write the note, and we can tape it to the fridge.”

【 🌸 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒂 】 ———- ✘

she almost sort of wishes she    hadn’t    heard toko say that ; but at least they were on the same page. it wasn’t the most    pleasant    thing in the world to think of the distrust that lay among friends ---------- but it was there nonetheless. even if she wanted everyone to believe in each other ...    she isn’t one to talk.    she really isn’t.

                          ❝ ah, ... a pen ---------- ❞

“  friends   …        friends   …        hhhha   …  ”        her  voice             as  baseless  as  her  accusations        —————         the  conduct  that  drags  her  from  trial  to  trial .        her  head  shakes  furiously ,        as  if  to  dissolve  the  shadow  that  sakura  casts .

“  i’ve  never  had  a  friend  a  day  in  my  life   ..!         and  you   …        calling  a - a  bunch  of  trigger  happy  strangers  your  friends ,        even  though  they’ve  made  it  clear  they’d  kill  you  if  they  could  ?        just  where  do  you  get  off  ?  ”

【 🌸 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒂 】 ———- ✘

                           ❝ i understand that the feeling may not be mutual. that does    not    change anything to me. ❞ 

she has nothing but forgiveness to give to all of class 78 ---------- even those who have already succumbed to    murdering    another. because it’s no fault of theirs ; this game made them do it.    that bear    ---------- ah, perhaps even sakura    herself    had a helping hand in causing all of this. 

eyes closed    &&    a hand is placed to her heart with the stance of a noble warrior, height brought down to a     k n e e    before touko, dissipating some of the height between them. a silence is cast over them for a few extra heartbeats.

     aw how CUTE – it almost seems like the mma fighter is trying to protect her from the hardship of such a thing. as if SOMEONE like her couldn’t possibly handle something that was not only PHYSICALLY taxing but also MENTALLY. oh there is so much she can handle – and this is something she has ALREADY decided on. a commitment, really – and a NECESSARY one for furthering her own agenda. and so even at the BRUSQUE tone, her smile remains BRIGHT upon her features.

                    “ no, no – i toootally get it. i know that fighting is a mental game too. but… uh – hey sakura? can i tell you something? “

      there is a brief moment of silence as she inches closer – expression becoming something a bit more serious. almost as if she is EMBARRASSED to bring up such a thing. it’s all for show, of course – but wow is she GOOD actress. 

            “ there’s actually… another reason i’m asking you, kay? but like, please don’t tell anyone. you see… some of my fans can be a LOT more aggressive than others and i just… i want to be able to defend myself. just in CASE. “

【 🌸 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒂 】 ———- ✘

brows raise at her final comment ;    &&    her request makes a lot more sense to her.    of course    ---------- it made sense for a model to have to be wary of people with    improper motives.    ah ; she regrets not thinking of that possibility sooner,    &&    she shows an apologetic nod. like a protective switch had flipped within her, sakura uncrosses her arms, hoping to make her still-stern stance a bit more    welcoming.