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AIMYON HIRAIWA. SPECIAL GRADE SORCERER.
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It was the eighth hour, Hiraiwa had been asleep for ten hours straight. She was hoping to reach fifteen hours, ignoring the vibrations of her cellphone. Her room was a mess, not because she wouldn't clean it, because of the amount of trinkets she owned.
Especially her three foot Fukka-Chan plush that laid on the right side of her bed that was happened to be tucked into her handmade pink and green quilt that had thousands of orchids designs. Hiraiwa's room had no scent because her windows were always open. But when they rarely are, the odor of rose oil filled up her room.
The smell of the oil filled Kana's nose as she barged in the sunlit room.
"Wake up, quit being lazy." Kana yelled at the half asleep girl.
Hiraiwa laid still, unbothered from her roommates yelling, using her cursed energy to create barrier for her ears. It was like she could hear Kana's screams from far away, but it soon came to an end. Seeing it had no effect, Kana left her roommates room.
Suddenly vibrations from Hiraiwa's phone were heard, she quickly grabbed it, the phone read 'Ieiri.'
She set down her phone in her nightstand, once again falling asleep.
Over ten thousand Japanese civilians were murdered by curses.
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