#!junk

How typical, a bookworm in a room filled with literature. Buried in words on paper and complete silence. The mastermind was lucky to find her alone here in the library,... Touko Fukawa. Curled up in a dusty corner, Torn pages of romance novels and ink lying everywhere around her. Oh, such a pathetic sight. Seeing the brunette so sad and broken. And Junko knew exactly why.

With proud steps, she walked toward the girl in the corner. Her high heels doing clacking loudly through the empty library. Until she reached the one she was looking for. She then sat down in front of her, carefully cupping her cheek in her hand. Looking right into her eyes. The sunlight from the huge windows made the lighting fall on her face beautiful. Oh, she was showing so much despair at the moment. Those event must have effected her really badly. Ahhh, the blonde loved it. She couldn't help but to smile down at her.

"Poor, poor, Touko-chan..."

A soft giggle escaped her lips as she dried some of her tears with her thumb. Raising her other hand to move some brown strands of hair out of her sticky face.

"You know..