The Big Book Of Amaguji

(OOC) Wingman Angie in Cooperation with Shipper Tsumugoo and Little Bro Ouma

Angie happily skipped through the halls in search of her fellow kind, as Atua called them, to help her with her little plan. A plan that didn't involve summoning the damned souls from Hell, sadly, but nonetheless is going to clear up some obvious tension between two students.

"Ah, Tsumugoo!"

It was rare to see Tsumugi outside of her room, so rare that it was playfully fabled by Kaede. The only reason that she ever goes into the hallways is because of her certain 'sense'.

"Oh, hello Angie."

She had a board in her hands with all of the student's names and faces, even from Class 77 and 78. It was highly detailed with red strings, black strings and such. The strings even connected two (Or at most 4) faces and even an explanation for... something.

"What are you doing out? You never dooooo~."

"My shipping sense is going through the roof. An OTP isn't canon yet and I'm pissed."

"Oh! I'm guessing you can help me then!"

"I'll help you after breakfast. For now, just act as usual."

"Nyahaha~! No worries, cya Tsumoogi!"

Tsumugi nodded and went back to editing her board, focusing on the exact two students that Angie KNOWS they have a crush on each other. Though, if she wanted to do anything, she needed like... 4 bowls of cereal, maybe 5 if she had any Cinnamon Toast Crunch left.

Stopping in front of her research lab in replacement of her 'I shit you not' haunted dorm after trying to revive a bug she accidentally stepped on. To be honest, it was a lose-lose situation anyway, die by demons or die by Gonta, what to do?

She opened her door to a face full of water and a bucket to the head. Pranked, hm? She unbraided her hair to squeeze the water out and removed her wet jacket to ring it out as much as she can.

'Ugh, I can't be cupid when my clothes are like this...'

She stopped her upset thinking to hear faint laughter coming from inside her room.'...ish... ni...shi'

The perpetrator was obvious at this point.

"Ouma, if you don't come out right now imma yeet your Panta-loving bitch ass to the sun."

Water started was dripping from the farthest corner of her room. She knew she didn't have a leak or splashed any used paint water in that corner. The culprit was scared senseless and she knew it.

She tiptoed to the corner of the room where the tall easel was present. She quietly grabbed the left side of the easel and turned it to the back. Ouma held onto the two wooden planks in the middle of the easel, forehead sweating profusely.

"I didn't do it."

"It's obvious you did it you grape flavoured Twinkie."

"I know, that's a lie! Nishishi~!"

Ouma dropped himself to the floor and picked himself up, a proud smile on his face.

"I didn't do anything to you..."

"Don't worry, you're not special. I prank everyone. Even Maki! I almost died once! Nishishi~!"

Ouma a finger on his chin and gave a surprised expression.

"I almost forgot! One of the pranks I did on you it actually in effect."

"Is the smell of dead... dead in the walls?"

"Yes! It's actually a flower that smells of dead bodies! Got them myself, it was torture! Nishishi~!"

Ouma gave a (probably fake) smile and a thumbs up. Angie sighed and tied her slightly wet hair up, shaking it out a little.