Going viral before it went mainstream.

Junko looked him up and down. “Really? I wouldn’t have guessed.” She drawled sarcastically.

He couldn't help but chuckle, glancing around at the busy Japanese city street [i'm adding a setting if that's cool]. "So, what brings you here, ma'am?" he inquired flirtatiously.

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Blush deepening, Enza followed in silence, and his stomach churned, for by now he understood that he was being figured out.

"No kidding," Enza responded good-naturedly. "So - are we, uhh, going in?"

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"Upp," Enza emitted with a nervous blush. "Of course." He feigned a laugh. "Come on, you following me is making me screw up."

Junko merely smiled, deciding not to lie and say she was sorry; where was the fun in that? She turned on her heel and began leading the way to the cafeteria now.

Blush deepening, Enza followed in silence, and his stomach churned, for by now he understood that he was being figured out.

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immunodelinquency:

please reblog this post if you adore crossovers and AUs, i want to know just how many people love throwing their muse into situations they would never experience in their canon verse

//ouo i enjoy these things.

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immunodelinquency:

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This probably should have made Enza more concerned than it did, but truly, how difficult could it be to find the cafeteria in a high school? “I do,” he replied simply, and started off, trying to hide the navigational gears turning in his mind.

Junko followed him, smiling whenever he turned the wrong way. “It’s that way.” She pointed the opposite direction.

"Upp," Enza emitted with a nervous blush. "Of course." He feigned a laugh. "Come on, you following me is making me screw up."

He seemed to take a brief pleasure at the name - good name, lots of nice consonant sounds - and smiled, stretching a hand out. "Nice to meet you, too."

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This girl, Enza thought, smiling stiffly, was a handful. “I’ll tag along. I’m not terribly hungry, myself.”

Junko’s grin grew, impossibly, wider. “Of course. Lead the way. You do know the way to the cafeteria, don’t you?”

This probably should have made Enza more concerned than it did, but truly, how difficult could it be to find the cafeteria in a high school? "I do," he replied simply, and started off, trying to hide the navigational gears turning in his mind.

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Get away from you as soon as possible and find a host. The virus smiled to cover up his nerves. “Oh, jeez. I don’t know. I’m good with whatever you want to do, I guess.”

Junko grins, almost predatory. “Good. I’m hungry, let’s get something to eat. If you’re okay with that, of course.”

This girl, Enza thought, smiling stiffly, was a handful. "I'll tag along. I'm not terribly hungry, myself."

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"I… don’t exactly make an effort to be seen," Enza explained, not meeting her sharp gaze. Another half-truth.

Junko throws him a sharp gaze as they make it to the doors of Hope’s Peak. :”Well, since you’re with me for the day, what do you want to do?” Not like he really had a choice, but whatever. She’d ask anyway.

Get away from you as soon as possible and find a host. The virus smiled to cover up his nerves. "Oh, jeez. I don't know. I'm good with whatever you want to do, I guess."

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"All kinds, really," Enza replied easily, for now his answers were drifting toward honesty. "Indie especially. Some dubstep and house."

Junko nodded, bored with the talk. “Cool. Though I don’t think that I’ve ever seen you around before.” Her eyes were sharp and suspicious.

"I... don't exactly make an effort to be seen," Enza explained, not meeting her sharp gaze. Another half-truth.

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He cracked a smile. “That is pretty good,” he agreed, for indeed, it did make a statement. “I’m, um… Ultimate Music Critic.” Wait, what did I just say?

"Really? What kind of music do you critique?" Junko faked interest.

"All kinds, really," Enza replied easily, for now his answers were drifting toward honesty. "Indie especially. Some dubstep and house."

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"Ultimate Fashion Girl!" Junko crowed proudly. "Only the best title ever, ain’t it?" She was still dragging him towards the school.

He cracked a smile. "That is pretty good," he agreed, for indeed, it did make a statement. "I'm, um... Ultimate Music Critic." Wait, what did I just say?