@lainzworldâ ; continued .
Kawano wasnât usually fond of public transport, especially not in situations like this. Unfortunately, she had a shoot scheduled and had very little in the way of other options to get where she needed to go. One could imagine the sense of impending dread and listlessness that she felt, knowing she would be stuck waiting here on the road until something completely out of her control had subsided.
Perhaps itâs that worry that consumed her thoughts so thoroughly that she hadnât noticed the other girlâs approach until she was spoken to.
âEh--? Oh, uh...sorry. Spaced out there, for a second.â She fumbles, trying to muster an appropriate response. Part of her, upon receiving a name, had wanted to narrow her eyes. Well, duh. Of course youâre Junko Enoshima -- is what she thought. Thereâs no way anyone that was tapped into the modern pop-culture couldnât know who she was. She was a startlingly popular model, and her ironclad sense of irreverent style, combined with her rebellious aesthetic made her the ire of traditionalists and idol of young people the country over. She couldnât say she wasnât a bit intimidated to be speaking to the girl, herself.
âKawano. Er-- Mizuki...The uhm, Super High School Level Director.â Sheâs really searching her brain for any kind of conversational skills she can muster. She doesnât want to be boring. âWhat...brings you here, Enoshima-san?â
Aside from the snowstorm, that is.

















