pink ⇢ junko enoshima ✓

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Life was meaningless. It felt as a boring path, one chosen and forced upon you, a decades long road to walk down and to never deviate from.

But curiosity often took the best of some and plunged them in bad habits, in sadness. And some... they found black happiness, a built up, ephoric utopia. They smiled, but their eyes were empty.

And still, deep down, most thought them to be at dissaray, but those people were the most happy apparently.

They smiled.

They kept on smiling.

That was their way of living.

Infatuation was a feeling the young [Name] was accustomed to very young. Holding her head up, she always felt to the lowest. She thought little of herself and visualised a certain academy as the reincarnation of angelic and pure. A purity of success, talent. Everything she seeked.

During lunchtime, she'd flee from school and lunch on her own on a bench by a fountain placed in the center of the single parc separating the Main Course's building from the Reserve's Course's academy to be able to admire the former from this beautiful angle. Often, the sun rose high in the sky and lit up the high building, giving it a even more pure image to [Name].

Hope.

Being an embodiment of hope, who wouldn't want that?

She certainly did.

Without being consciously aware of it, the student was infatuating herself with that overwhelming feeling of will and strong feelings.

Despair.

Only, a small push was all she needed to succumb to despair entirely.

That small push was a certain twin tailed blonde, a freshman from the Main Course.

"Whoo, dumplings!" She clapped her hands excitedly and fished it out of [Name's] lunch box before throwing it in her mouth. "Thanks for the food!"

The girl looked at her, confused and surprised at the same time. When their eyes met, Enoshima's sky blue orbs widen a little, but soon squint interested.

"Who are you?" [Name] tilted her head, turning towards the blonde.

"Hmm, me?" She mused, pointing her long nailed index finger to her chin and pulling out her umbrella. She twirled it and grinned at [Name]. "I'm your new best friend, of course!"

"What?"

Enoshima took a seat next to [Name] and smiled warmly, boldly picking at [Name's] lunch. The latter didn't say nothing, she simply found herself entranced by Enoshima's eyes, lips, nose... her face in general. She  stared boldly.

"You wouldn't mind some talk, right?" She snickered, leaning closer to [Name]. The [Choose Hair Colour]ette  leaned back, a tint of pink noticeable upon her cheeks. Despite the discomfort, she shook her head no and let Enoshima talk her ear out.

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It was mid Spring. Enoshima was seated to her desk, watching every recorsing of her placed cctvs simultaneously. In her arms was craddled a black and white plushie, staring at the screens as intensely as she was. Further behind, [Name] sat by a wooden table, keeping herself occupied with a puzzle.

Even though her hands were working hard and quite fast, her mind wasn't fixed upon the puzzle at all. Deep down, the girl craved for attention from her queen, the one she was pulled to strongly.

"Junko?"

No reaction came out of Enoshima.

"Enoshima-san?"