#despairled

My ship:

                     “Ikusaba-san....? What are you still doing here...?”                   He just forgot his pencil case in his desk, but was greeted                   by the other sitting at her own desk. “Are you waiting                   for someone...?”

   Gundham eyes the other student, somewhat uncertain about how he should approach this. He was never very good at keeping tabs on the other students here and knowing their talents, believing they are all beneath him. An unusual tactic since most other Hope’s Peak students love to be well informed, but there is something about this underclassmen that has him concerned.

   He can feel it radiating off her and making his instincts stand on end. It is the aura of someone dangerous. It makes him wish he’d actually looked into what his underclassmen are capable of. Well, only briefly. He still doesn’t care too much.

   Still, he must approach. He has found something of hers and must return it. Oh how fate likes to push him to places he does not wish to be.

   Sonia flexed her hand and splattered fresh blood across the floor. The corpse behind her left forgotten as she turned her attention towards her soldier instead. Never before had the queen struck her, and her bloodlust was still present in her eyes as she watched Mukuro recover. There was no doubt in her mind that she could have avoided it if she wanted to, but she didn’t.

   It was disappointing. Boring, predictable. Exactly what she expected. That was the reason behind the attack and nothing more. As good of an ally she was she was nothing like her sister. Nothing like the true queen that she herself would always pale in comparison of.

   As she thought about killing her Mukuro spoke and Sonia’s lips twisted into a crooked smile. Now that wasn’t something she expected.

   “I thought perhaps your tongue had been ripped out all this time. A damn shame, I say. I always liked imagining what the inside of your mouth really looked like. Fufu... you should use it more now that I know you have one—unless you’d rather me take it? You wouldn’t miss it. I could give you so much despair, and I’d even give you the honor of watching me eat it.” she crooned, eyes half-lidded as she walked forward to trap her against the wall. Gently, she raised her still bloodied hand up to her cheek to mock a lover’s caress.

                           THIS  PRESENCE  UNNERVES    her  beyond  the  vestal  ground  of  normative  social  interaction .   avoid  it ,  if  you  can  —  skirt  the  perimeters  .   recede  beneath  the  notice  of  the  others .   ( didn’t  you  PROMISE ?   you  promised  you’d  be  different  here . )   theirs  is  a  forced  partnership :  she  surmises  from  the  outset  that  her  classmate  garners  neither  interest  nor  gratification  in  working  together  on  a  silly  school  project .   ( and  don’t  you  know ,  you  decrepit  creature ,  that  she  would  flourish  in  the  company  of  any  other ? )      “ y - you  don’t ...   you  shouldn’t  h - have  to  work  with  me . ”      her  eyes  never  waver  from  the  safety  of  their  downcast  position .      “ i’ll  do  it  a - all ,  and  you c - c - c  —  you  just  p - put  your  name  on  it  a - at  the  end . ”

        he couldn’t help but scoff. he couldn’t seem to get anything out of this bitch, at least, not that he had witnessed. and that wasn’t to say he didn’t appreciate a kid that wasn’t constantly screaming their head off, but it would be safe to say that he was a little intrigued by her. “you’re just gonna sit there and stare? you can’t find somethin’ better to do?”

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