Kitahara was the school's running joke, it seemed. She was unpopular, ugly, and had hair that looked like some sort of overgrown plantlife even on the best of days. She kept to herself, though, and Junko paid her no mind for it save for a small, unspoken thanks that the squirrely girl was not one of her legion of fangirls. As the resident Most Beautiful Boy, she had such problems that even one person that minded her own business was a blessing
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Kitahara stopped at the unfamiliar voice, lowering her hands and letting the paper in them flutter to the floor. She silently gave a quick, questioning look at the boy who had just entered; he didn't look familiar to her. From his words, and the way he knew her name, it seemed he was her tormentor for the afternoon. She felt a sudden sting of hatred towards the newcomer; he was handsome, of course, somehow, it was even more humiliating when pretty students made fun of her, luring her into a false sense of security, almost building up her confidence just enough to make her believe she could be accepted among them.
She didn't answer except for a nod, dismissing him as she knelt down to sweep up the paper she had dropped.
So far, so... bad. Jun had at least hoped for some sort of disbelieving stare, not a glance, a nod, and immediate dismissal. She wasn't quite sure what to do for a second, unused to actually being the aggressor in a situation like this, and hopefully Kitahara would chalk it up to her admirer being nervous is all. After a moment of collecting his thoughts, she stepped slowly through the room to join her, and, without a word, she knelt down to start picking up the shreds of paper that had been scattered all across Kitahara's area.
Her hands didn't falter as she finished sweeping up the rest, leaving the boy to his own portion, undoubtedly pretending to be her friend by helping out.
Dumping the remnants in the trash, she walked back over to her desk, still not having said a word. Grabbing her school bag, she turned it upside down and emptied that too in the garbage...only for her notebook to fall in as well. It was inconvenient but she was resigned to bad luck; without complaint she leaned forward, sticking her arm in deep to fish it out. She grabbed it at last, only to find the papers were now stuck, thanks to someone's sticky lunch being tossed in earlier.
Kitahara ground her teeth, the first sign of emotion she had shown since her "confessor" had come, but stuffed it into her bag anyway. She glanced back at the student, hand now on the door as she said,
"It's getting late, so the doors will be locked soon. You should leave before then."
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She didn't answer except for a nod, dismissing him as she knelt down to sweep up the paper she had dropped.
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Dumping the remnants in the trash, she walked back over to her desk, still not having said a word. Grabbing her school bag, she turned it upside down and emptied that too in the garbage...only for her notebook to fall in as well. It was inconvenient but she was resigned to bad luck; without complaint she leaned forward, sticking her arm in deep to fish it out. She grabbed it at last, only to find the papers were now stuck, thanks to someone's sticky lunch being tossed in earlier.
Kitahara ground her teeth, the first sign of emotion she had shown since her "confessor" had come, but stuffed it into her bag anyway. She glanced back at the student, hand now on the door as she said,
"It's getting late, so the doors will be locked soon. You should leave before then."
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