“ Where’s your hall pass? “ Classes were in session, and, if she thought that she could get away with wandering the halls without a pass, she was sorely mistaken. Though Emi could honestly care less about the regulations of Yoi Seikatsu, it was still her duty as head of Disciplinary Committee to uphold the rules. A quick once over, however, soon determined that she wasn’t even a student here.

                    “HIDEAKI-SAN!!!”

              His name cut the air as sharp as the weaponry she wielded, feet carrying her forward with a sense of purpose. Instantly, she sought to corner the Magician with the ferocity of a lioness on the hunt. Plaster splintered around them, clinging to her hair as she punched a hole right through it. “What’s the meaning of this? Honestly, I knew you were a pig, but you must have some kind of death with if you keep running that stupid mouth of yours.” A growl left her lips, teeth bared with a curl of her lips.

              She could only guess why she was here, standing before the Student Council               President; what a joke. It could be that girl she shoved against the locker for               breaking her train of thought; shoving the new kid’s face into his lunch for sitting               in her table; punching a hole through the wall because someone thought it would               be funny to break into her locker and dump all her things. There were so many               reasons why she could have been summoned -- and she couldn’t find it in herself               to care. Maybe, if she was lucky, she’d finally get kicked out?

               So, at the given news, her cold features melted -- surprise taking its place, if only                for a brief moment. Crystal hues widened before she threw her head back, laughing                into her wrist. The sound on its own was beautiful, but something about it seemed                off. It was a laugh with no emotion, a laugh short - lived.

What the hell is this shit? Her eyes better be paying tricks on her, for his sake, because if sh- e discovers that there is someone actually sitting in her spot, he will soon be in a world of pa- in.  There was a very reason why every student left this table empty. There was a reason wh- no one even venture this far into the cafeteria--if they valued their lives, anyway. Emi recogni- zes the fact that he was the transfer student, but he should have been warned. It wasn’t her f-ault that he was fed to the wolves like that.

       The male uniform fits perfectly on her, compared to that poor excuse of a skirt she         had found in her welcoming package. The head master apologized for the inconvi-         ence and set her off with a temporary one until he could pencil her in to deal with t-         he matter. Already this school left a bad impression, but it wasn’t like she really ex-         pected much to begin with. Emi never heard of this academy until she arrived here,         and in actuality, she still did not know what it was called. Yo- something; which was         as much as she was going to bother with.

        Pulling on the front of her blazer, nimble fingers adjusted the tie for a moment. Tho-         gh Emi was not the type to care about her appearance, she at least prided in herse-         lf to look neat and presentable. Once the tie fit snug against the collar, the  student         let out a small sigh. The entire day went without incident, and she was grateful for t-         hat; she didn’t have the energy to deal with anything right now.

                      “ ...... -- “

        There’s this terrible buzzing in her ear, causing a deep frown to sit on her lips. A col-         d gaze flickered over her shoulders in a subtle movement, so subtle, her hair  barely         gave the slightest bristle. Crystalline hues narrowed for a moment before she scoffe-         d arrogantly beneath her breath.