Toko Fukawa x Komaru Naegi- All the colours you've never seen

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«Toko Fukawa»
"ANARCHY!!!"
I was right. They were-
"WEE! WEE! WEE!" Kotoko jumps up and down on the bunk beds, screeching.
I dodge a flying pillow and duck under a squirt of neon green paint.
Planning something!
"HAHAHAHAHA!" Shrieks Masaru, shaking the bunk beds. He and Nagisa heave and the whole thing comes crashing down.
Jataro is emptying his pockets, paint tubes in a rainbow of colours scattered on the floor. I watch Monaca whisper something to him, and he seizes a huge tube of navy and squeezes it all over his hands. He goes for the walls, smearing handfuls over the tattered wallpaper.
While all of this is happening, Monaca is still. Watching. Throwing out pointers. She picks up a tube of paint and squeezes it between her fingers, smiling serenely as the paint mashes all over her fingers as simply as if she was on the beach.
"JATARO! STOP!" Komaru yells, dashing over to prize the paint from the little boy's fingers. He gives a chortle, just grabbing more.
"I don't care! I want you to hate me! Please, go on!" He yelps.
"Ugh, Toko!" Komaru runs over. "We need to talk to Monaca! She's their leader! They'll listen to her!" She pants.
"Do you really think-"
Komaru drags me over to the corner where Monaca sits, high in her wheelchair.
"Monaca, please! Tell them to stop. This isn't ok! We want to help you!" Komaru pleads. Her green eyes glitter in the light, reflected in Monaca's.
"Why would Monaca want to do that?" She smiles sweetly. As sweetly as spoiled milk.
"Please! We just want to help you!" She pleads.
"Ok..." She moans. "SSHHH! Everyone listen!" The warriors of hope all turn around. Monaca beams serenely.
"KEEP GOING! DEATH AND ANARCHY!"
The warriors of hope shriek with joy and carry on destroying the room.
"WAIT!" I yell. "IF YOU STOP NOW, YOU CAN STAY UP AS LONG AS YOU LIKE!"
Five little heads snap in my direction.
"Really?" Nagisa asks.
"Really?!" Komaru pants.
I wink at her, a new confidence blooming in my chest.