❛ i saw your face on a billboard and — this is silly — i wondered if you remembered me… ❜ (for junko !)
everything, everywhere, all at once meme ( accepting ) + @shotputd // rantaro
nobody REALLY KNOWS HER, do they? what a pity. how sad! well, not really - after all, how could they? junko buries it all, and even she struggles to pull apart the web she's woven! even yasuke, the only boy who'd ever managed to challenge her, found himself confounded, manipulated and wrapped around her little finger... her affection more a liability than it was something to soften her motivation. a thing to kill, if only to taste what tragedy could do for her, how despair could warp her heart in unexpected ways! oh.. it was bone chilling, wasn't it? to cry, to love, to have known it was all done by her own, twisting hand, it was...
it was what she'd been searching for, wasn't it?
it doubles down on her motivation. and junko commits herself to the part, even if she finds herself bored playing the model, the fashionista, THAT GIRL. what a pity that that, of all things, was what people hung about her neck, as if her brilliance wasn't enough on its own, it needed be a part of a prettier package, a stunning completeness. and returning to hope's peak... well. it's only the start for her. the intercom zzzz-es and the door thunks ; and she was inside the gates that held out the unwashed masses from the reserve course, yawning audibly as her heels clip at the tiled flooring cleanly. black, white, black ,white... she'd melt into it all. it's lacquer like a puddle of ink, like fresh made paper. she could get lost, in a feeling like that.
a hand pulls ; stopping her in her tracks. and there's an ick that travels up her spine for it, a sudden sharpness to the gaze that cuts towards its owner, blue contacts still in, her immaculate form poised, feline and DANGEROUS. but there, instead, is a boy... all calm and centered, his voice a softer lull to it than she expects.
❛ i saw your face on a billboard and — this is silly — i wondered if you remembered me… ❜
remember him? as if junko forgets anything. memory palace searched, ransacked! but there he is, within a room, locked up within a box within a box within a box. rantaro amami. now what was he doing here? the gum in her mouth pops ; and it startles, like a bell to remind her of why she's here in the first place, of her GREATER PURPOSE. sometimes, it wasn't about being right... it was about the role she'd chosen to play. "oh.... like. aren't you like, in one of the other classes or something? and like, duh, of course you saw me on a billboard! i'm not the ultimate fashionista for nothing, yanno! like, what. you want something signed or something? sorry! this is totally a no autograph zone!" drawing out an x in the air between them, as if to make a point.