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the boy observed the first-year girl with an unimpressed huff. "all you class-a students are the same!" he argued, sneering down at the shorter. "you're scum beneath my shoes...!"
with a teasing smile, the girl simply ignored the boy's insul...
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CH. V —— MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
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THE LOUD EXPLOSION sparked a flurry of panic to spread within the ranks of Class 1-A. Imose looked on with an uneasy smile, her eyelid twitching.
"...Ha. Ha—ha!" She began to laugh; rather ominously and creepily.
"Muzukashi." Samidare blinked, slowly approaching the blonde from behind. "...Are you alr—?"
Suddenly, Imose launched into the air, her tracksuit pants ripping up to her thighs to reveal noticeably muscular legs. She blew out a heated breath, quickly approaching the cloud of leftover dust in the air.
"Mmm..." Imose scanned the area for a few minutes, finally locking onto where a figure limped on the ground. "—Hotaru!"
But as the blonde approached the figure, her smile turned into an annoyed scowl. "...You aren't Hotaru!"
Monoma gave the underclassman an irritated grumble. "No, but I'm equally as injured probably," he huffed, running a hand through his hair. "...Hey, what are you doing...!?"
Imose rolled her eyes, grabbing her upperclassman and easily tossing him over her shoulder like a sack of sad potatoes. And as expected, he retaliated. Loudly. "Let me down you oaf!"
"—Wow, you're really annoying," Imose sighed, scanning the area for Hotaru once more. "I don't get why Hotaru thinks you're hot..."
"I—" Monoma cut himself off, a bright pink blush spreading across his cheeks. He let out a shaky exhale, covering his face with his hands.
Damn, that shut him up fast, Imose noted, relishing in the silence that came with Monoma's flustered state. Now, to focus on what's more important...
...Finding Hotaru.
It helped that the explosion dust cloud had begun to dissipate, leaving only open skies for Imose to search in. And when she did...
"Hotaru!"
She saw the brunette, hovering shakily in the air with one of her palms outstretched down, a weak stream of gas flowing out from it to keep her afloat. Hotaru looked around for the voice, catching onto Imose and offering a big smile. "...I—Imose! There you are...!"
