3rd p.o.v
Leaning over the first floor sink in the school, the usual, calm, mystious treasurer of the council, remains gasping for the little air that filters into her lungs.
Coughing again, blood pours out of her mouth into the sink, staining the porcelain white purity it once had.
Pain shreds any chance of breathing, as she grabs her blazer, instinctual tears of pain fall down her face, her eyes clouded by confusion.
Retching again, pink petals start to fall, landing in the thick mettalic blood, as she watches with curiousity, not fear, through the clouded eyes of a child's curiosities.
Having about five minutes left until she needs to go to class, shiromi tries to clean herself up, but struggles as her head pounds with fatigue and pain; the lack of oxygen sending the brain into overdrive.
Making sure she doesn't start a scene, she empties the sink, and splashes water over her face, trying to knock some kind of sense into her tired mind. Glancing at the reflection, the black symbols of no sleep show themselves, making the short girl grin, her face bends into a smirk, as she wipes away any blood, hiding the truth.
"Well, I was overdue, time to wrap things up!" She jokes, picking up a petal and looking at it, slightly confused, which is uncommon for a girl of her knowledge, being one of the smartest students around.
Fiddling with the petal softly, she glances at the mirror again, finding a trickle of blood flowing down.
Yet, instead of wiping it away, she watches, in a trance, as the trickle moulds out her jawline and stops, teetering on falling down.
Echoes of laughter and gossip filter away, as she wipes it clean, looking at it once more. Very few things catch this eccentric girls attention, but the blood remains on her slender fingers, as she glances back at the petal in her other hand.
The idea that this is no known disease, doesn't affect her in the slightest, as she shrugs it off, and pockets the petal, as if she needed to.
Wiping the last remains of blood away, she casually walks out if the room, glancing at curious students who immediately run or look away, as her smirk remains the same.
Time skips cause I'm lazy
The bell hammers around, and the students of class 1:1 all carefully make their ways down to their allocated benches to have lunch. Shiromi gets up, and immediately returns to her normal, overly confident posture, and strolls up the stairs, easily gliding through the students.
She pushes the well known student council doors, and is greeted by two other members.
Only one glances over, I her fiery hair shimmers in the artificial lighting, as akane warmly smiles, as shiromi merely slides into her seat, opposite to her.
"Where's cap'n blueberry?" Shiromi asks, not bothering to look around, as she leans over the table, haveing forgotten her lunch. Akane's smile dampens slightly, as she quietly eats her lunch.
"Miss ryugoku - San has started her patrol early." The other member replies, the voice remaining monotone to the point of no emotions. Adjusting her glasses with slight disgust at the nickname, she pushes the emotional ties aside, and calmly eats her lunch.
Shiromi's smirk grows wider, as she thinks of many plans for everyone. Akane pauses, and notices Shiromis lack of lunch, and pipes up, her gentle voice calming any usual tension between the group.
"Torayoshi - San, why haven't you got a lunch?" She asks. Shiromi shrugs, and keeps the normal smirk.
"Ah, I forgot it. Overslept." She lies, and even kuroko glances her way, one of her lenses shimmer over with a serious opaque white. She glances at shiromi, who isn't even affected.
"You never oversleep. Dear is something happening? This is the second week without lunch." Akane pleas, and shiromi giggles slightly, making kuroko grimace at the childish behaviour.
"Torayoshi - San, if you keep lacking necessary requirements for a efficient work effort, you need to have lunch." Kuroko repiles, almost sounding like a robot. Akane sighs, and decides there's no point to even attempt to talk to them.
Shiromi glances at kuroko; leaning on her hand, as her elbow remains firmly placed on the table. "Aw man, why am I being lectured? Blueberry isn't here. She never gets lectured." Shiromi pouts, as kuroko grits her teeth, knowing there's no point to even try and get any better response.
The room becomes quiet, and nothing even resonates from any of the group.
Shiromi sighs, and headbutts the table, before lazily sliding off. "You guys are boring. I'm gonna head out." Shiromi declares, wandering out of the room, glancing around to find a certain, pissed blueberry.
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