{✪}-- She was building it up. It was evident. The way she warily chewed on her lip, the way her brows knitted in frustration and the way her cerulean optics shifted from one word to another justified that. She was trying her very best not to scream. To throw this damn thing out of the window and tell her parents that this was just not her forte at all and she doubted that it ever will.

But of course, money was spent for this item. She knew better than to waste her parents' efforts in showing their support for her decision in attending the academy. But still, couldn't they just give her a large supply of doughnuts? At least eating a doughnut was something that she could deem as a profession of hers.

"You've made a powerful enemy today, my friend..." Seated on the brunette's desk was her very first laptop. A present she had just received yesterday from her parents and although it was second-handed, it looked like it was treated well by its first handler. Aoi had already spent an hour and a half trying to figure it out but she always ended up restarting it for some reason. It was amazing how she still managed to stop herself from screaming in frustration (though it was mostly because her roommate was asleep and she didn't want to bother her).

After a few more clicks here and there, her laptop proceeded to restarting itself again and Aoi angrily stood up-- nearly knocking her chair down. 'What the hell?! This is just downright ridiculous!' Without a word, she grabbed the device from her desk and stormed out of the room with a particular destination in mind.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

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Nervous fingers itched at the back of a nest of thick chocolate hair, and bright amber eyes shifted about as if looking for a distraction, or something else to look at. Most people these days did this sort of stuff through texts or over the phone or on some instant messaging service; some safe and distant networking, which may, as he thinks about it, be a better option in most cases. But no-- for this occasion and for this specific person, Naegi Makoto made the commitment to approach in person.

It's not like I'm making a confession or any huge proposition, but for whatever reason, my heart seems to beat faster than normal. This sort of thing happens pretty often, I guess. I'm not that remarkable with girls, after all, when it comes to stuff like this.

Eyes alighted upon the slim and diminutive figure of the little girl seated there, whose face had some deep and intimate relationship with her computer screen that they remained so close at almost all times. Back when he first came to school, he was nervous about disturbing her work, but as time went on, the realization that Fujisaki Chihiro was far more outgoing and friendly than she gave herself credit came as a welcome and comforting one to him, and they became fast friends. Though, never before had he come with a request like this to her, and that selfsame nervousness of first contact returned to him to give pause to his tongue and feet, giving himself time to compose himself and prevent some stuttering disaster.

But, like any challenge, social or otherwise, Naegi wouldn't hesitate to take the chance and leap headfirst. Not that he was particularly reckless, no; his decisions involved careful deliberation and much thought, but never did he back down from a challenge with hope of success in view. And with a quiet breath, he stepped forward, and spoke with clarity and measured sureness.