超高校級の狙撃兵

i’ve noticed a few people have followed me here, and while i’m flattered i’d like to remind everyone that i won’t be rping here anymore!

i’ve noticed a few people have followed me here, and while i’m flattered i’d like to remind everyone that i won’t be rping here anymore!

i’ve noticed a few people have followed me here, and while i’m flattered i’d like to remind everyone that i won’t be rping here anymore!

Yuka nodded at what Shiori said before hearing her walk off to get a pack of ice. She then let out the breath she’d been holding. Today was turning out to be the most stressful day of her first week at this school. How had she gotten tangled up in a fight and then someone who probably knew her relation to those crimes she’d committed? Damn her curiosity! 

It didn’t take very long at all for Shiori to make her way to the nurse’s office and grab an ice pack; she had been in there many times before for both her own injuries and those of the other people she helped, so neither the nurse nor her assistant batted an eye as she asked for one. Wrapping it up in a paper towel so that it wouldn’t freeze the girl’s nose off, she hurried back to the library as quickly as she could without running, hoping that she would be alright. After all, there was only so much she could do to help--especially if she really did end up having a broken nose, something that the nurse herself would have to treat.

Togami watched with interest, completely focused on both listening to and watching her explanation. Bullets into the magazine, magazine into the gun, chamber a bullet, aim, fire. When she did it, it actually seemed fairly simple, but somehow he still didn’t feel that it would be right for him to fire it himself. He wasn’t frightened of the gun itself, but he wasn’t looking forward to the possible frustration of not being anywhere near his girlfriend’s level of talent. He simply had never fired one before so it stood to reason that there would be a learning period, and yet he still felt slightly uncomfortable about having Shiori–yes, even her–watching him fail. She was one of the most accepting people he had ever met, but that didn’t mean that he would be able to feel confident in failure with her here; he wanted to impress her with everything he said or did. Acting like a child would not impress anyone, least of all a girl who had been handling firearms since she was in middle school. No, he thought that perhaps he had best watch her again, or see her fire a few more weapons before he took one into his own hands, unless she thought he was ready. 

Unfortunately, Shiori wasn’t absolutely certain that he would be able to master a gun upon first using it--nobody could, not even herself...even if her skills had still been above average when she was younger. So while she had been rather eager to see him try one out, she understood that it would be best to wait on that so that she didn’t risk upsetting him; as such, she decided to play around with her pistol a bit more, both for her own practice--not that she needed any-- and so that he could see her fire it now that he knew how it worked. She would have to make sure that she was slower this time around, more deliberate with each shot; taking a deep breath to calm the sudden onset of nerves that poked at and pierced her mind and heart, she took his hand and led him back over to the targets, making sure not to start until the slight trembling in her hands had stopped. The last thing she needed was for her anxiety to get the better of her in a situation like this--and she had handled worse, right? This was nothing...

Satoshi almost yawned just from hearing what she had been writing about. He had always much preferred science over history. Her topic was bound to be 10x more boring than this. Or well, that was just his opinion.

Yes, Shiori was exhausted--but that certainly wouldn’t stop her from helping someone in need. While she was doing her best to practice taking care of and putting herself first, when it came down to it she really wasn’t that tired, and it wouldn’t make much of a difference if she stayed up for a few minutes more at this point. Besides, it couldn’t hurt if she made exceptions every now and then, and she was sure that science and frogs would be infinitely more interesting than the period of history she had just written about--not that she didn’t like history, but the Meiji Restoration had been beaten over her head too many times to count, and she was frankly quite tired of the whole thing. Really, now that she thought about it there was nothing to lose, and everything to gain...

“Um…”

The only explanation for why this girl was so hesitant to get up was that she was embarrassed, and she didn’t want anyone to see her after she had tripped and fallen on her face--and it made perfect sense to Shiori, who didn’t try to question it at all even if she was still a bit confused. She wasn’t going to force her to get up or do anything, so when she began to move on her own she was careful to look away a bit after catching a glimpse of her face and what looked to be a broken nose--her injuries were definitely more serious than she had claimed, then. She had best hurry before things became even worse...

She was too sweet, wasn’t she? To think that she could openly say how she felt like that, and didn’t think that anything could make her feel otherwise. Perhaps ignorance was bliss and perhaps she was correct; only time would tell. He closed his eyes to steady himself for a moment, strangely relieved by the loss of sensory input from his vision; perhaps his neural-net was becoming a bit overstimulated by the stressful situation. To make him more lifelike, he had been programmed to respond to stress with symptoms that imitated adrenaline; sometimes that was helpful, but when it came to more ‘human’ moments like this it became a nuisance. Hopefully he would be able to get his point across to Shiori without scaring her too much–he could already hear her heart racing, and his sensors had already indicated that her temperature had gone up. Signs of nervousness, and of infatuation…Thankfully he had talked with Maman beforehand and she had helped him talk through this before moving forward. She was far more sensitive than he was to Shiori’s feelings, despite his best efforts to learn from experience. Etiquette told him that he couldn’t exactly ask Shiori what she was feeling, so he had to just jump in, and hope she would tell him herself…

Was Shiori shocked at this sudden revelation? Yes--saying otherwise would be lying, and no matter how polite and composed she was she still couldn’t help the hand that flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp or the widening of her eyes, the truth presented before her something she had only read about in fiction. She had no idea how any of this was possible, and admittedly the thought of wires running beneath the surface of his skin rather than veins was nearly enough to make her shudder...yet, her feelings didn’t change one bit. Human or not, he was still the same person he had always been, right? In fact, this helped her understand him better, helped her understand why he had so much trouble with both his feelings and emotions. All this time he had been trying his best--so why would she leave him now, when he needed her more than ever...?

He knew exactly how she felt in terms of boring papers as this was not his first late night session in the library. He rubbed his eyes and stretched in order to avoid visiting the realm of dreams.

As the boy rubbed his eyes and stretched Shiori barely resisted the urge to do the same, instead covering another yawn that slipped past her lips. Just the very thought of being able to rest easily after finishing her last assignment was enough to make her want to fall asleep right then and there; now that she didn’t have any work for a few days if not a week, she could do whatever she wanted to--and after some sleep, she would finally be able to start the new novel she had picked up at the bookstore the last time she visited the mall as well as spend some more time with her friends and boyfriend, all of who had been busy as well. Hopefully this boy would be able to do the same soon...

He wasn’t sure how to answer–it all sounded like a good idea to him. Still, he thought he ought to see a bit more before he dared hold one of the weapons in his own hands. But which one? He wouldn’t mind seeing her use that handgun again, and perhaps move a bit slower so that he could see what was happening, but it would also be interesting to see the others. For now, he decided that it would be best to start with the handgun. “Would you try that again, a bit more slowly this time? I’d like to see how you load it and what the steps are to fire it. Unless there’s something else you’d like to show me instead, I think it would be interesting.” 

She should have known he would have asked for more detail, and she only hoped that he would be patient with her as she explained; it took great skill to teach him something without him becoming impatient and indignant, though she supposed it couldn’t be too difficult to learn how to load and fire a gun since she had done so a quite the young age. Leading him back over to the table where she had placed her things, she made sure that both the gun and its bullets were in full view before she took out the magazine and lifted it up, making sure that he could see that it was empty; the easiest part would be showing him how it was done, but it would be hard to explain it in a way that was satisfactory to him without getting too confusing or technical. After all, he was a perfectionist and wouldn’t accept anything else, and this was something he might not be able to get right on the first or even the second try...

Now Yuka may be one of the best roller skaters in the world but that didn’t mean she wasn’t clumsy when just walking around. In fact she was a bonafide disaster. She decided to lay there for a second and wallow in her pain and misery, groaning all the while. That is, until she heard someone talking to her.

Emerald eyes flicking between the girl lying on the floor and the computer behind her, Shiori found herself in a quandary: as much as she wanted to help her, she also had work that needed to be done, confidential work that shouldn’t be left out in the open where anyone could see it. She also didn’t want to be overbearing, either; while she wanted to do whatever she could to make sure this girl was alright, she also didn’t want to make her uncomfortable with her motherly nature. Inhaling deeply to ground herself, she decided that the best course of action would be to ask her again, just to make sure; if she insisted that she didn’t need help she would have to take her at her word and leave her be, and go back to her own work. After all, as much as she didn’t want to admit it she needed to put herself first at times, too...

Atsuko was fully prepared for the lovely task of attempting to clean up a sticky drink, sleep deprived, and having almost never done it before. In fact, she had only mopped something up by herself maybe once or twice back home and since coming to the school she hadn’t had to clean anything up. It wasn’t that she was exceptionally good at cleanliness (if anything she was a bit above average), it was just that she didn’t feel confident enough in cleaning something up to the level it should be.Which was why she was surprised to see that black haired girl who had startled her get paper towels and begin to clean up Atsuko’s mess. She even got wet ones and soaped them up to clean up the stickiness!

Many a time had passed when people had told Shiori not to worry, and many a time she had had passed when she had tried to take their advice and failed miserably--and this time wasn’t any different. While an apologetic smile slipped onto her lips, quivering slightly, she still couldn’t help the utter embarrassment she felt; if she hadn’t turned around so suddenly, if she had put the lid on the thermos, if she had simply been more careful...none of this would have happened, and perhaps the two girls simply would have seen each other in the kitchen and waved, perhaps striking up a simple conversation about how tired they each were. Granted, there was still a chance that things could go in that direction, but as it was now Shiori simply wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out; her anxiety was getting the best of her again, and she need to calm down and ground herself. A few deep breaths combined with the girl’s gentle words helped, and she was able to speak once more--but she also knew that if things went badly she would need to get out of this situation as quickly as possible, and luckily enough she could use the thermos as an excuse.