I groan and sit up looking around. Where the fuck am I? I stand up and brush the dirt off my ripped black shorts and adjusted my fishnets. My platforms were unbuckled so I had to buckle all of those and then fix my choker. I pull on my black crop top the was ripped on the chest so it had a lot of holes and you could kind of see my bra if you were looking. I fix my leather jacket and then my earrings. Gotta look my best obviously. I hear people talking and crying so I scrunch my face in confusion before walking into what looked like a gymnaysim. I look around in Aw, everyone turned their heads towards me. "Are we in a fucking school?"
"Obviously." The blonde boy in a suit scoffed.
"Shut it you prissy bitch." I hissed before pulling out a sweet tart rope I so happened to have in my pocket. I eat it and watch a girl with long with hair and hella god damn muscles walk in. This brunette boy walked up to me and smiled.
"I'm Makoto. What's your name?" I glare at him, he's annoying.
"Kiro Faliko, leave me alone." I looked at him and turned away from him watching a girl with black hair and a black outfit walk in. A girl with pink pigtails walked in too.
"Omg! It's Junko!!" I blink, who the fuck is Junko? I look over and see a man who looks high out of his mind, a red head, and a blue haired girl. I really didn't give a shit what their names were. I look away and see a girl with purple braids and I look for a while. She pretty, she's probably straight. Which would be just my luck. A girl walked in, she was wearing green and looked shy. I wanted to talk to purple. I walk over to see the purple haired girl with her head in a book, muttering to herself.
"What's your name?" I ask with my thicker accent. She looks up and looks back at her book whispering.
"T-Toko Fuwaka."
"I'm Kiro." She nodded and walks away with her head in a book running into a wall. That was kind of funny. I yawn and look to see how many people were in the room until a fucking mini bear appeared from fuck knows were.
"Upupupupup Hellooooo students! Kill someone and you graduate." Or some shit like that came out of his mouth. I blink confused as all hell.
"What?!"
"Hell no."
"What the fuck!" Yells of outrage rang out and I just kept eating my candy. The girl in a green dress walked up to me and tapped my arm. I raise my eyebrow, looking down at her.
"What you want girl?" I heard her mutter something. "What?"
"It's he..."
"Oh well what do you want boy?"
"Can I have one?" He pointed at my candy I give him one before looking at the handbooks that magically appeared in our fucking pockets.
"Upupupupu it is 10pm lights out, girls dorms have locks boys do not." I nod before finding out we're the fuck my room was. I enter it and lock the door, I take off my outfit, I'm going to sleep in my fucking undergarments so what? I fall onto the bed an pass the fuck out.

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أدب الهواةKiro Faliko, the Ultimate Torturer. She was born in Italy and came to Hopes Peaks Academy hiding their Ultimate. When the killing game starts, who does she fall for and piss off? None other than Toko Fuwaka.