The chatter of the children clustered together in the classroom filled the ears of every passerby. As the teachers awaited the ringing of the bell, students discussed various topics among themselves. With all the conversations exceeding the inside voice, it made it frustrating for anyone, such as Matoi, to concentrate.
Matoi roamed around the classroom, shoving desks and squeezing past flocks of students. She eventually caught sight of a pink ponytail and she immediately proceeded towards it. Yukino hovered over a desk, ravaging through her backpack. Matoi approached her cautiously and whispered in her ear.
"Hey, can we... talk for a minute?" She mumbled.
Matoi and Yukino stared at each other intently as they stood against the hallway wall. Yukino dug through her briefcase and pulled out the disinfectant.
"I was really sorry to ask you this. I figure you would have some since you're usually pretty clean. Thanks for letting me use it." Matoi expressed her gratitude as she kneeled to the floor and rubbed the alcohol wipe on her shin.
Yukino smiled blissfully. "It's nothing. My mom buys a lot for Yuki 'cause she has a tendency to hurt herself a lot."
"Is Yuki your sister?"
Yukino nodded.
Matoi chuckled while she balled the wrapper and alcohol wipe in her fist. "That's cute, you two have similar names."
"Yeah." Yukino offered out her hand for Matoi to deposit her trash into. "You need to stop beating yourself up, also. I can't offer these up all the time." Matoi climbed back to her feet. "You can't fight like an Omega when you aren't one," she giggled.
Matoi's eyes widened, shocked. Yukino raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
"What? I was just kidding. You're not telling me you're actually trying to be like one of those girls in those magazines, are you?" Yukino held back laughter.
Matoi's face lit up with embarrassment. "Wah- no! I'm not training as hard as them, but... I can't help but admire them a little, heh." She rubbed the nervous sweat off her nape. "You know how things have been going in the neighboring districts, I think. I should at least know how to protect myself."
Yukino smirked, her cheek creasing into a dimple. "That's not it, is it? You're trying to stand your ground against Makina, huh?"
Matoi's eyes lit up with frustration. "That's not it at all!"
The brunette looked into the classroom towards the cluster of students surrounding the desks. Among the shuffling bodies, she caught sight of the fierce red eyes glaring back at her. Matoi stared back territorially until their gaze was interrupted.
"Akino shouldn't be hanging around agitators," Matoi said pragmatically, "he's digging himself into a hole he can't get himself out of and he doesn't even know it." She locked eyes with Yukino, who seemed taken-aback by the sudden switch of tone. "I'm going out in the South East District, they're going to call me out of school soon. So when I'm gone, please keep Akino busy and away from Makina."
Yukino looked back at her with a courteous smile. "Sure thing. But I don't know why you're so obsessed with Makina. Sure, she's a little scary, but it isn't like shes going to do anything."
Matoi looked to the side apathetically.
Taking a few steps forward, Yukino placed her hand upon Matoi's shoulder. "But, a girl will always keep a promise," she assured her.
The corners of Matoi's lips uplifted into an endearing smile. As she stepped back and returned into the classroom, she stumbled into Mrs. Mikami. Nearly tripping over her own feet before finding balance against a desk, Matoi squealed in surprise and shock. She made eye contact with the teacher as her face filled with color.
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Action"Humanity is a figment of imagination." 100 years ago, humanity flocked to a makeshift island due to an event that threatened to massacre everything in its path. Now, in present day, Akino has nightmares about an event that nearly killed him and his...
