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Murakami looked up quickly. "N-no, I'm fine-" She stopped, then lowered her head slowly, trying hard to suppress her impulse. "C... Cu..." She couldn't hold it any longer, and she lunged. "Cute!!!" She reached out very quickly and hugged the blond haired girl very tightly. The combination between her hair and her eyes, plus how confused she looked right before she was hugged, looked extremely cute to Murakami. The class was silent for a few seconds, and Murakami opened her eyes, realizing that everyone was looking at her. Her face turned bright red, and she pushed off from the girl, jumping out of her chair too fast and slamming her shoulder into the adjacent desk as she ran out of the classroom and into the girls bathroom, which was across the hall. She went into a stall and sat down, putting her legs up to her chest. She was the center of attention, in class, on the first day of school. Now, everyone will ask questions, and it will take a week until everyone stops asking her. Even then, though, it will be the talk of the school for months, years even. Murakami's mind was on a rampage, and she had no idea what to do. She put her arms around her legs, pushing her legs tighter against her chest. She was gripping her shoulders, and she realized that her left one hurt a little. She lifted the small sleeve and saw that it was bruising. She thought hard for a second, trying to find a good excuse before remembering that she didn't have to do that anymore.

Yoshi was looking at the lyrics he wrote. He knew they would be rejected by the producer, so he isn't even going to bother showing them to him. But still... He wanted to. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud yell. He and everyone else looked up to see that another new student, Etsuko, Yoshi thought her name was, has being hugged by Murakami, another new student. It was kind of awkward, and when Murakami realized that she was being watch, she ran out of the room, slamming her shoulder into a desk on the way out. There was silence for a few seconds before several other students, mostly girls, walked up to Etsuko, asking her what that was about. Yoshi decided to listen in, nothing else was going on.

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When the teacher let them mingle, Aiko got up and walked over to Akira. "You said that you were enjoy cosplaying and anime. I was wondering what kind you are into." She made sure that she was very blunt about it. She noticed he had a bible in his hand, but only put noticed that because he had to look up from it.

Isamoto leaned back in her chair, placing her legs on her desk to move it like a makeshift rocking chair. She's gonna need some friends, but she doesn't know anyone, and doesn't want to get someone like... Him again. She put her legs off the desk and sat in the chair normally before swinging her head forward, making her hair go in front of her face, which she caught and started undoing the bows she put in earlier that morning then re-tying them in different places that changed the way she looked. It always looked pretty, but in a different fashion. She was so used to doing it, she didn't even need a mirror.