[ kick ] reverse. [despair maybe?]

meme :       [ kick ]      your   muse   kicking   mine   anywhere   /   or   specify .      (      reversed !      )

          YET   ANOTHER   SUCCESS      —      only   further   proof   of   his   devotion   to   her .      an   adoration   that   sometimes   bordered   on   annoying .      (      so   many   loyal   followers       —      adored   them   all   for   their   despair .      their   personalities ,      however ,      could   be   so   grating .      adored   watching   their   individual   falls   into   the   utter   chaos   that   is   despair ,      but   now   it   had   begun   to   grow   tedious   again .      was   beginning   to   grow   more   &&   more   capable   of   predicting   even   their   behavior .      )

          not   that   she   could   let   them   go   yet .      was   still   so   much   left   for   them   to   do .      because   even   if   they   themselves   had   grown   BORING ,      they   were   capable   of   spreading   even   more   despair   than   she   ever   could   on   her   own .      &&   it   was   that   reminder   that   allowed   her   to   push   aside   annoyance   &&   boredom   now .      allowed   her   to   fully   address   his   report ,      not   with   idle   praise ,      but   with   something   she   knew   would   be   far   more   desirable   to   one   so   consumed   by   the   beauty   of   despair .

          she’d   approach   silently       —      expression   nearly   bored   as   she   did .      then ,      without   any   semblance   of   warning ,      leg   lifted   to   deliver   a   sharp   kick   directly   to   his   stomach       —      heel   of   her   boot   digging   into   him   just   to   the   side   of   his   belly   button .      nowhere   near   what   her   twin   could   do ,      but   strong   enough   &&   in   a   sensitive   enough   spot   that   it   would   bring   him   to   his   knees   when   she   put   her   weight   into   it .

     All await her grand entrance into a new world,     a wholesome invite to what truly describes her characteristics. How fairly simple it was ‘  infiltrating  ’ this academy who promises a grand future. Sounds far more exciting than boringly getting away with explosions and murders! Softly humming to herself, the Ultimate Fashionista walks throughout these empty hallways in search of fun. Oh, how boring it simply was watching her own classmates mess around like ignorant children. Peaceful scenes weren’t her cup of tea as a gnawing sensation choked her throat. Suffocating inside a prison was almost thrilling in its own right but cruel and unusual punishment. No good, no good is this sight living to its rawest potential. Only one discovery made Junko practically wet herself with pure pleasure, drooling and fawning underneath his footstep. Izuru Kamukura shall spark the ultimate despairingly chaotic massacre in humankind’s history!

     Red fingernails dug into her palms through impatience,     awaiting for something unpredictable to hit her in the face. Surely enough the model is greeted with a familiar sight. As she analyzes throughout that massive despairingly good mind, blue hues nearly lit up over the destruction this pathetic breeder could do. Such wasted talent over birthing new animals instead of training them to cause ruin in a city ...     well the Ultimate Despair Fashionista can fix that!     ❝     TA-NA-KA-SAAAN~ Oh, don’t give me that weird look. Of course I would know your name because after all ...     we’re going to be fun classmates together until we graduate! Well it looks like you’re going to be leaving soon. Excited? Miserable? Regretting it all? Do tell me~     ❞

  The boy is practically panting solely from how much pain he’s in. He’s never had the highest pain tolerance, even if he’s USED to pain at this point. Unsteady footfalls are all he can manage as he stumbles about. At least the first person he sees is Tanaka. Someone he trusts. 

  He had been attacked rather harshly by some people that.... well they didn’t go to this school. Once being overpowered, the managed to take his wallet and his cellphone. As well as a bit more that was more personal. Just his dignity and whatever undeserved pride he had left. 

  His uniform is tattered and bloody, his hair is dirty and messier than usual. But worst of all is the obvious injuries. One of his attackers stomped on his hand, another kicked him in the side until he felt his ribs start to snap. That was the injury that forced him to stop resisting altogether. Of course, those people had no clue he was worthless and average like them. They probably thought they were beating someone talented enough to go to Hope’s Peak. It was right outside of campus. He didn’t try to call for help or anything. One of them had a knife and said calling was make them gut him or slash his throat. 

  There is blood soaking into his white hair from them slamming the back of his head against the wall. Once they broke his hand and ribs, one of them covered his mouth while the others continued to beat him. The may have had some unkind words for Hope’s Peak and mocked him when tears started to drip down his cheeks. He had been beaten by bullies and others before. But it’s rare that he is fairly certain they meant to kill him. The boy with the knife even seemed to scare the others when he started cutting him up. Mostly his stomach and chest after he lifted his shirt up. Those wounds aren’t visible aside from the blood soaking through his clothes. 

 When Gundham’s arm slips around him, he moans weakly from the pain. He hopes he doesn’t get blood on the other. Tanaka doesn’t deserve having his repulsive blood on him. But he selfishly can’t deny the appeal of someone else shouldering most of his weight. 

  Once he’s up against the wall and off his feet, he nods as the talented one tells him what to do. When he tries to speak, he notices the lump in his throat. Oh crap, he’s still crying. He forces himself to swallow it. He’s still scared and in severe pain. He doesn’t want to talk about it. He’ll keep the brutality out of the story, though it’s obvious his attacker had been attempting to cause him as much pain as possible. 

  “I...” His mouth feels so dry. He coughs, which makes his broken ribs scream with pain. He wraps his arms around his own body, groaning and trembling from it. 

  “They took my... phone and wallet....” He manages to say, shutting his eyes tightly. It’s hard to power through the pain, but at least Gundham said he’d call for help... Even if the other has already noticed the blood soaking through his shirt, he should tell him so he doesn’t get himself all dirty trying to help him. 

        “You will!?”

        {/She’s positively ecstatic that he was going to eat with her! This was the first time that she’s ever eaten with him. Usually, he makes some sort of reason to not eat with her. Or that he has somewhere to be. Asahina can understand being busy, but it was almost as if he never ate! So the fact she made him a bento was probably the best thing ever! Of course, she had a little help from Hanamura with organizing everything and setting it correctly. In exchange for her own help. She was going to have to taste test his pastries when he was done, but that’s all fine and dandy. It meant she could eat with her sempai!

          And she herself, is going to eat a veggie one too. While she absolutely loved meat and craved it with every meal, she felt that it would upset Gundham if she ate it around him. So she’s going to be considerate and eat something vegetarian. She still needs her protein, so she is going to eat eggs with her’s. But thats about it.}

         “Where do you wanna sit? Oh oh! We could sit out in the courtyard!”

  Nagito wasn’t liked by the other Remnants. Despite being Ultimate Despair, he never quite saw eye to eye with the others. It’s fine. He doesn’t like them anyway. They are disgustingly weak and pitiful. They were once beloved symbols of hope, now just disgusting pigs rolling their despair. Well, he can’t say much. He inflicts despair on others and himself. But at least it was in the name of hope. 

  He stays still as Gundham walks around him. The uncertainty only makes him smile a little. He isn’t even going to ask how he’s been? That’s pretty rude. Then again, the former breeder had always been annoying.  The first hit sends pain through his leg, knocking him to the ground. Being hit by his old classmates has become normal for him. 

  The next hit to his face hurt a lot worse. He was on the ground nose bleeding and lip busted. He could taste that familiar coppery flavor of blood. Blood mixed with dirt until the mouth rolled him over. He should have expected his boot on his chest. He almost says something sarcastic until the other puts all of his weight on him. 

  There’s a groan of pain instead of what he planned on saying. The weight was bruising him, pushing against his chest hard enough to hurt pretty bad. He can’t help but grimace.