Emiko stared at the classroom scene before her with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. Ryushi stood at the front, excitedly gesticulating towards a pile of photos spread out on a podium. The podium was surrounded by an eager group of classmates, each holding various props and making last-minute adjustments to their outfits.
"A yearbook?" Nagisa questioned, his tone a mix of curiosity and scepticism.
"Yes!" Ryushi exclaimed, his enthusiasm barely contained.
Emiko snickered silently. 'Ryushi made a yearbook? Seriously?' She had always been more focused on her missions and less on the frivolities of school life.
"Oh right—" Maehara continued, "We did a whole school one, with Karasuma-sensei as our teacher."
"And poor Korosensei wasn't in a single shot," Nagisa added with a hint of amusement.
"Actually," Sugino chimed in, "he popped into a few shots at Mach speed, just under the radar. It's like one of those ghost photos."
"Exactly!" Ryushi's eyes sparkled with excitement as he motioned to the stacks of photos on the podium. "That's why I want to use these photos instead! A year of unguarded moments—thirty thousand in all!! Now to find the most memorable ones together!"
The classroom collectively sweatdropped. 'When did he even...'
Emiko tuned out the conversation, laying her head on her desk. Her respite was short-lived. A photo was placed on her desk, and without a moment's hesitation, she grabbed it, tearing it into tiny pieces. Her frustration with the situation was palpable.
"Mizuki, what—" someone started to say.
Ignoring the question, Emiko glared at Korosensei, who was now smiling innocently at her.
"Fucking Octopus. Who told you, you could take a picture?"
"Who—" Ryushi began, but Emiko cut him off by throwing a dagger, cutting off one of his tentacles. He shrieked, stumbling back in pain.
"Mizuki?" Karma's voice was a mixture of concern and annoyance.
"No, it's nothing," she snapped, her patience thin.
The redhead's eyes narrowed but he merely shrugged it off.
Emiko turned her attention back to Ryushi, who was now in a full-blown panic. "Oh, but I haven't taken nearly enough photos! I was aiming for a ten-thousand-page yearbook!"
"We just keep tearing them up," someone piped up.
"The dictionary isn't even three thousand pages!" Okajima exclaimed, flailing his arms.
"Outside class!" Ryushi declared suddenly. "We'll dress up and get a wider variety of shots!"
In an instant, the classroom transformed into an outdoor set, the students now in various outfits and poses. Emiko, uninterested in the chaos, climbed into her designated tree and sat there, muttering, "Why am I out here?"
A presence behind her made her tense. Reacting swiftly, she pulled out a dagger and pointed it at the intruder's face, stopping just inches from making contact. With a sigh, she sheathed the dagger.
"Did I scare you, Emiko?" Karma's smirk was mildly infuriating, though she knew he was just playing.
"Far from that Strawberry," she retorted.
"Oh? But you reacted so quickly–"
"I'll pull your tongue out," she threatened. Karma put his arms up in surrender.
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Deadly One
FanfictionLife hasn't been the very best for Emiko Mizuki growing up. At the young age of six, Emiko's family was killed by a gang, following her father's last wishes she ran out of a bloodbath of a house and didn't stop until she was so tired she passed out...
