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Oh. She had been sitting at her desk for hours, hadn’t she? She had been so fixated on editing that she hadn’t remembered to even take care of herself, and it was already getting very late.

Kawano sighed shakily, carding her own hair behind her ear as she set her headphones down, stood from her chair and looked at the blonde.

Ah, so that was the question. Some sort of concern about Junko’s well-being… misguided concern, most definitely, but still concern. How sweet… how ridiculous. Anyone who knew Junko knew that she was fine. Way more than fine, even, but still…

Ah well. She was new to her. That was all.

Junko offered her best, friendliest grin, giving a little laugh. “Totally appreciate the concern, but, like, I’m the last girl you need to worry about! Luckily for me, my job’s super easy, and it’s fun, too! But I guess that’s what happens when you’re a natural, right?”

She laughed again, then surveyed the other girl for a moment. “Besides, shouldn’t you, like, be worried more about yourself? All I do is stand there while people take pictures of me. You actually do stuff, right?”

Far from being totally reassured, Kawano seems much more like she’s embarrassed now. It wasn’t often that someone like her would go out of her way to convey true concern, at least -- not outwardly. To have it brushed off, well -- it wasn’t bad per say, but it did make her feel a bit foolish. She flusters, breaks the already tenuous eye contact she has to glance off.

“Ah-- I mean, I guess that’s fair...Some take to things easier than others, that makes sense.” It’s difficult to read the blonde, truly. In words alone, her statement could almost be misconstrued as self deprecation. ‘It’s not hard to do what I do.’ But it also carries a weight of slight arrogance, despite the implication that she doesn’t do anything. It’s odd to see those sentiments paired up with one another.

Junko had listened very closely, she seemed genuinely interested in Kawano’s words. And she was, she didn’t start a conversation for nothing after all, she just needs to make sure Kawano doesn’t get the wrong idea or think that Junko wasn’t interested. A lot of people seem to think that Junko wouldn’t care for what they’re saying.

“No worries!” She waved her hand, “I’m the one who asked about it after all! So like, a conversation without words, yeah? That’s soo cool!! I never actually realized that much went into movie making!” She moved around excitedly, “So movies mean that much, like if you wanted to make all these people have the same or a certain idea you’d just make your movie like that? Or is it more complicated?” Junko seemed to talk with her hands a lot.

She tilted her head, “Actually…what was your favorite movie you’ve ever produced? We should totally meet up sometime and watch it together!!” She bounced in her seat, her formally made pigtails getting a little messy, “Of course, if you want to, I’m not like, the kind of person to pressure people into things, y'know? I hate creeps like that”

 That was only a half lie from Junko, she did run into a lot of creeps from the industry like that. At the start she had to just accept it since she was a smaller star then, just starting out. But now she can basically just get them fired no problem, and thank god for that. 

Junko shivered slightly, the cold of the outside finally catching up to her. With her wearing clothes that hardly suited the weather, she supposed she shouldn’t have been too surprised, especially considering they were slightly revealing.

Well, there certainly was precedent for that. She pressed a hand to her chin thoughtfully, seems as if she’s considering the blonde’s words.

“Mmh. It can be done...but it depends on the subtlety or...heavy-handedness of the delivery, I guess, if that makes sense? I guess you’d usually call something super straightforward like that propaganda, depending on the intent. But propaganda can masquerade pretty well as art, or within art, if the creator wants it to. I don’t tend to think of myself as...that overt, I just want to cause discussion, more than I want to make people see things my way...but it can definitely get complicated.” She nods.

Then she blinks. Her favorite film she’s made? Well, it definitely wasn’t the one she’d made about the academy. It had its accolades, of course, and she was still proud of the end-product - but she was the most critical of her own work, and she had worried whether it seemed more congratulatory at times than impartial toward the institution (especially now that she knew more about its inner workings). If she were to think of something that she thought she did better at handling...

“Oh. Uhm...I guess it might have been the short documentary I made about rural folklore. Its...fall out of prominence is interesting to me, because despite that it still has a lot of residual effects on the way a lot of us view or do certain things, even in bigger cities. Have you ever read Tono Monogatari --? Err, well-- a-anyway. I...think that’d be nice, actually.” She hardly ever hung out with anyone her own age, after all.

Perhaps her question had been taken a tad more...literally than she had in mind. She was aware of the blonde’s fortitude when it came to her field -- practically everyone with an awareness of popular culture at the moment knew that much. But Kawano was more interested in what lay...underneath. She had no ill opinion of Junko Enoshima herself, but the industry she was mired within? Well, let’s just say the director was fairly cognizant of its flaws.

“...I know that. I mean...of course, right? It’s obvious that you’re good at what you do. I just mean...I hope it doesn’t rob you of anything in the meanwhile. Everyone deserves time to make the most of their youth, right?” 

Junko smiled once more, “The snowstorm, silly!!” She lets out a loud high pitched laugh, “I’m kidding!! I had a photoshoot to do but I didn’t have any friends to drive me” She lets out a sigh, blowing a few strands of hair that landed in front of her face, “Plus, the company wasn’t gonna give me a ride but still required me to come, that’s so dumb, right? Like how are you going to say I have to come but then not give me a ride, like, what’s the point!” Junko wasn’t entirely lying about that, she did have a photoshoot she had to get to. But they did offer her a ride. And she didn’t bother asking anyone else for a ride to the photoshoot either, she had a very specific reason for coming onto this bus. She pulled strings and figured out Kawano needed to go film something, on this specific day, where a blizzard would go through the city. Junko knew only one bus was crazy enough to drive through the harsh winds, and so she had made sure she had a photoshoot this day, so she can use that as an excuse to get on the bus. She shifted in her seat, so that she completely faced Kawano, Junko folded her arms on top of the seat, resting her head on her arms, “Kawano Mizuki…You’re that girl who made the documentary about the school history right?! Oh my gosh I loved that film sooo much!” She grinned, “Like, normally I’m not too into history, but your film actually made it interesting, like I couldn’t stop watching! I probably watched it a hundred times” She giggled, “So, you’re a director? That’s super cool, is it ever fun to film things? What’s it like?”

Of course, as naturally as those lies came to the model, it’s no surprise that they whiz right past Kawano. She doesn’t detect any insincerity in those words at all, so the logic tracks, and she can’t recognize any of the scheming that lay underneath the surface. Instead, she seems...flustered? Maybe that’s not entirely correct, but it’s close. She’s embarrassed to be lavished with such direct praise. The words of critics, magazine columnists...those didn’t really fire her up anymore. Film critics, in fact, were some of the worst people she had ever had the displeasure of interacting with. She didn’t really care about their praise, no matter how abundant it was. The idea of her films resonating with an actual, human audience, though? That’s what mattered.

Sure, Junko Enoshima wasn’t exactly what you would call commonfolk. She was just as prestigious and popular as any film critic -- if not much more, but she still felt as though she were...down to Earth, by Kawano’s estimation. She felt more like an actual person with an internality that she could appreciate, and whose words were straightforward enough not to seem like simple flattery. Perhaps that, combined with the admission that she’d watched Kawano’s work so many times, is a good explanation for why she felt so presently sheepish.

“Ah-- t-thank you. I...wouldn’t have imagined it would be that captivating, but...” She trails off, her fingers twiddling idly in her lap as she tried to politely maintain eye contact. There was a certain...pressure to that, though. She wasn’t very good at it.

“It’s...challenging. When I film something I guess it’s like...I’m trying to have a conversation without words, right? I’m trying to...plant some kind of idea, or message to the person watching...but I can’t just sit down in front of the camera and spell it out, because that’d just be annoying...” She wasn’t the type to stand on a soapbox, after all.

Kawano wasn’t usually fond of public transport, especially not in situations like this. Unfortunately, she had a shoot scheduled and had very little in the way of other options to get where she needed to go. One could imagine the sense of impending dread and listlessness that she felt, knowing she would be stuck waiting here on the road until something completely out of her control had subsided.

Perhaps it’s that worry that consumed her thoughts so thoroughly that she hadn’t noticed the other girl’s approach until she was spoken to.

“Eh--? Oh, uh...sorry. Spaced out there, for a second.” She fumbles, trying to muster an appropriate response. Part of her, upon receiving a name, had wanted to narrow her eyes. Well, duh. Of course you’re Junko Enoshima -- is what she thought. There’s no way anyone that was tapped into the modern pop-culture couldn’t know who she was. She was a startlingly popular model, and her ironclad sense of irreverent style, combined with her rebellious aesthetic made her the ire of traditionalists and idol of young people the country over. She couldn’t say she wasn’t a bit intimidated to be speaking to the girl, herself.

“Kawano. Er-- Mizuki...The uhm, Super High School Level Director.” She’s really searching her brain for any kind of conversational skills she can muster. She doesn’t want to be boring. “What...brings you here, Enoshima-san?”

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NAME: KAWANO MIZUKI | AGE: 19 | GENDER: TRANS GIRL (SHE/HER) | ORIENTATION: BISEXUAL | TALENT: SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL DIRECTOR | HAIR COLOR: BLACK | EYE COLOR: PURPLE | HEIGHT: 5′4″ | WEIGHT: 125 lb

PERSONALITY // Despite being seemingly stoic, Kawano is a very passionate girl who takes great interest in the art of filmmaking (the only thing that, when discussed, tends to rouse her interest enough to shake off her usual bored seeming demeanor). She believes in the power of film to preserve history, and prevent the mistakes of the past from being repeated. She can sometimes be temperamental or impatient, but tends to avoid involving herself in affairs that would provoke these emotions. She’s decently reclusive, but won’t necessarily pull away from social settings if she is asked to join in, and isn’t opposed to making friends so long as they can tolerate her understated personality. She’s a bit self conscious about speaking too much when she does, which is what informs her reluctance to begin.

BACKGROUND // Kawano was raised by three parents (one man and two women), and was the child of one of those women - having a half-brother from the other woman, as well. Though many assumed her home life was unconventional, her parents were all very kind people who supported her interests, and she resented anyone who spoke poorly of them for having a different type of relationship than most other families. In her central continuity, Hope’s Peak Academy does not exist, and she is merely a talented upcoming director, who is interested in making documentary films. However, upon going to university, she eventually awakens with a gap in her memory, and memories of her home life left ambiguous to her, as she becomes part of a retooled Danganronpa reality show for the modern, streaming age.

In the Hope’s Peak Universe, her upbringing is similar, though her parents are different. She is scouted by Hope’s Peak after her submission to a film contest - a documentary about the history of the school itself. Eventually, she is recruited to produce promotional materials for enrollment, but becomes suspicious of the school’s steering committee in the leadup to The Biggest Most Tragic Event In Human History, and abandons the school to go into hiding, after the incident revolving around the Student Council Massacre and the mysterious, unidentified person known as Izuru Kamukura.