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The day after my excursion with Hina and Hoshino, I got an odd text, asking me to come to Millennium in the middle of the night. No clue who sent it, though.
"Ah, Sensei. You're here." A feminine voice says, as I enter the building. Turning to see the voice's owner, I nearly choke at what this girl's wearing.
'Good Lord, even Tsubaki wears more conservative clothing.' I can't help but think.
The girl has short, pink hair done in a bob cut with a small, red bow tied on the side of her bangs, which frame her face and slightly darker pink eyes. Around her neck is a pair of red headphones and a red tie, held between her breasts. She has on a white dress shirt and a long, black coat with a red collar, only, they're worn around her arms and stomach only. Her rather large chest is nearly unbound, only the fronts of each breast covered with a black, triangular shape with a zipper in the middle, each held with a spaghetti strap over her shoulders. She also has on a white skirt with an ammo belt and her school card, with the Millennium logo on it, attached to said belt. One of her knees is covered in a bandage, there's also a smaller one on her left shoulder. Looking down, I see her holding a black and red shotgun and notice that her hair is actually quite long. It's held in a long, thin braid which nearly reaches her ankles, hidden by her clothes and headphones. Her feet are covered in stylish black and white tennis shoes with black socks that come mid-way up her shin. Her halo is hot pink and is comprised of three rings. The inner two rings are connected at 12 and 6 o'clock. The outer ring is actually four broken-up rings, the horizontal two being a bit larger.
"Erm, that I am." I say, a bit awkwardly. "Did you send that message?"
"No, that was someone else." She says simply. "Oh, right. I'm Izumimoto Eimi, nice to meet you."
"And you as well." I say back.
"Sorry for this being so sudden. It's something important, so we can't be noticed by anyone. Someone is waiting for you." Eimi says.
"The one who sent that text?" I ask, which Eimi nods to.
"This way." She says, beginning to walk away.
I follow her for a bit, until she leads me to a hidden room. The place looks like something out of a sci-fi movie. Monitors and control panels everywhere."Club President, Joshua Sensei is here." Eimi calls out to... no-one?
But I was wrong, there IS someone, as she turns around and addresses the pink haired girl. "Thank you, Eimi... and pleasure to meet you, Sensei." She says with a very soft voice.
The reason I couldn't see her was that she blended in with all the metal and tech everywhere. Or rather, her wheelchair did. It's quite large, and is a sleek grey, black and white, sporting the Millennium logo everywhere.
The girl herself has curly, pale grey hair reaching her waist. Long, pointed ears escape from her bangs, framing her face and pale purple eyes. Above her bangs is a black headband, as well as a black and white flower hairclip, above one of her separated bands of hair, spilling out from under her ears and tied with a round, black band, each lock of hair reaching the bottom of her chest. She has on a black undershirt with a high neck, covered by a pale brownish-grey shirt, which is, in-turn, covered by a cream white jacket with blue trim and gold buttons. She has on a long, cream colored skirt, covering another white one, both of which reaching her ankles. Her feet are covered in simple. black slip-ons and white socks.
I see no gun of hers, but she IS in a tricked-out wheelchair. Her halo is comprised of six white 'u' shapes, and six, smaller black ones. The white ones are at 12. 10, 2, 8, 4 and 6 o'clock, while the black ones are at 11, 1, 9, 3, 7 and 5 o'clock.
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Blue Archive - Story of Joshua Sensei
FanfictionA man with a troubled past ends up as a teacher in Kivotos. Oh well, it's not the toughest thing he's had to do. (A retelling of the story with a different Sensei) Anything you recognize, I don't own. Got it?