A/n : Thanks for requesting 'Kota!! You always give me fun stories to write!!
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As all the rest of the students sit there in silence, trying to process the concept of what they have to do in order to escape the island; you sit there, hand grazing across the sand as your brain goes completely blank.
"...what am I supposed to do...?" You ask yourself, lifting your hand as the beige grains fall from your palm and back to their original resting place.
As the tears fall from your eyes, you feel a presence looming over you. Your [eye color] eyes move themselves to lock contact with the person, only to find yourself in front of Ibuki Mioda; the ultimate musician.
"Heyyy Y/N!!" She smiles brightly despite the circumstances she and everyone else on the island are in.
You raise an eyebrow as a soft blush forms on your face, you already liked this girl, even within an hour of knowing her. You thought the way she spoke in 3rd person was cute and her overall aura of a dumb but sweet girl was just adorable. You hadn't even spoken to any of the others, only Ibuki, as you thought she looked the most fun to be around.
"Hey Mioda!" You beamed in response as you got back on your feet, wiping the sand off the back of your pants.
"This is such an odd predicament!" Ibuki exclaims as she puts her hand on her hips with a slight pout.
"That is very true," You chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck nervously as you went quiet, not sure what to say to the very pretty girl in front of you.
Ibuki seems to mirror your behavior, and she puts her two pointer fingers together while she looks down at her feet with a red face.
You notice a small blond male approaching the two of you with a tall and curvy girl a few feet behind her.
"Ey, stop fuckin flirting and help us look for a way out of this god damn place," He spits out at the two of you.
You raise an eyebrow and your eyes look him up and down and next to him to eye the gray-haired female.
"And you are...?" You ask with a scoff, annoyed that he dared to be rude to a kind soul like Ibuki.
"I'm Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, ultimate Yakuza," He replies and sticks his thumb in the direction of the woman behind him. "And this is Peko Pekoyama, ultimate swordsman."
