#yasunoki

         “Hagakure-kun, wanna go on a polar plunge with me?”

“You certainly look like a fortune teller...” She mumbled, glancing over the young man’s set up. Crystal ball and everything. It was almost ridiculous how cliche he looked. Then again... the blonde fortune teller in the red light district had a similar sort of vibe surrounding her. Though she looked a lot more... subdued. 

    “ i didn’t drop it, no. “

Though the remnants of the crystal ball tell a whole different story, the blonde squatted before it and poking at the cracked pieces with long fingers. Giggles quietly to herself, one hand proping her pretty head up while she watches, the childlike glee a constant. Despite all her love, she enjoys the desperation within the eyes of her classmates so much more-- it brings about a new level of despair for herself, a sick sense of longing she hasn’t felt before.

It’s a drug.

              Hagakuresan~ ❤ Hagakuresan~ ❤  Such an interesting plot twist!! (....What is this?? The BAD END? ----------------- As if she’ll allow the game to end on such a lame note.)  HAH!! Outta all the other bunch of hopeful bastards, he's the    L A S T   one she would have expected to figure it out (Her highest bet would've been on Kirigiri----- Well, not that the girls not snooping around her trail already.)         The entire class is already starting to despair due to the bombing incident (wow! Hopes peak is making it so easy for her. Might as well lay down a red carpet for her to walk on.)  so maybe she'll entertain Mr. 30% for some time. 

                  “ Huh?? What are you mumbling about this time Hagakuresan?? Don’t you know, If you do that I might think you're badmouthing me!! Or is that your intention~!! Oh, I’m So sad~!! ” 

                   Oh, wow.         If she remembers his character correctly. This’ll be super duper predictable. (   ’An alien took my hamburger’    huh?   )     hmm~ hmm~ hmm~ ♡     Well, Nobody expects much from you Hagakuresan, so please, try to entertain her for 5 mins at least. Or is that setting the bar too high??  Well, idiots like him sure do make it to the end, but whatever. 

        ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ  As if a happy ending will be there to greet him.  ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ     

                 “ Oh, I see~!! Everyone’s kinda tense & that’s why you are looking for someone to scapegoat, right~?? Even though we’ve been classmates for like 5•1/3 months?? Oh, how despairing!! ----------& here I thought we were gonna be best buds for eternity.    Oh well, my bad. I never knew you felt this way. “

                   Were models supposed to be good at acting??     Upupupupupupu,      well, Perhaps, she’ll make use of him.     Haha.   With his type of character, nobody’s gonna suspect or even question him for that matter.  How fun!!!  Having one of your very own, who everyone trusted & never suspected------- BETRAY YOU!!!            What was the saying again?? Oh right----------

                                                         .......

( 詩 ) -          

        ❝ Hiro-kun, I already told you I’m not an angel. ❞

   The poet insisted to the Clairvoyant, he’s been calling her this for the    past few days, not that she minded the title given to her, but he didn’t    have to call her it all the time.

        ❝ -- Nazumi or Naz is fine, but the Angel title has to be            taken down a notch. ❞

        {/Slowly she ceases in her actions and instead just sticks her hands in her pockets. A way to keep them from further invading his space.} “--Hey, Hagakure-kun. While I have you here! What are you doing for Christmas? Are you gonna go home for the holidays? Or are you gonna stay at the school? Or both?”

“Celestia Ludenberg. Celestia Ludenberg... Celestia Ludenberg.” She repeated to herself. No matter how many times she said it, the gambler NEVER got tired of that name! Was it possible that it was the most PERFECT name to exist? It sounded BEAUTIFUL no matter who said it, no matter how it was said!

Trapped in her own SELF-CENTERED wonderings, she noticed somebody was staring at her as though awaiting an answer. She smiled at him in a friendly, apologetic manner.