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It's 5 PM. The school is dead silent, and everyone, except a few busy with their club activities, already gone home. Yuuko walked back towards her classroom, the smell of chlorinated water and the feeling of exhaustion clinging to her like a second skin. Despite the exhaustion, she loved practice. It was something she was good at, something she owned. Seeing the appreciative looks from the boys watching the practice was a bonus.
"Oya, Yuuko-sama! Done with the practice?" a female friend, part of her 'social circle', approached her excitedly.
"Absolutely! How bout you? I'm about to lock the classroom. You know, class prez duties. Stay safe when you go home!" Her voice rang clear as a bell, domineering and sure. Yet, despite the artificial pleasantries exchanged and her seemingly perfect demeanor, the back of her mind pricked with unease. *Ugh, why'd there have to be anyone left at this hour? This girl's on the tennis club, right? Argh, whatever. I just wanna be done and go home. Lest the random memory lapse happen again... it always occurs at these hours, when school's almost closed.* She swiftly cast the thought aside like the queen she was—she was Yuuko, after all, she was in control.
Entering the empty classroom, her eyes then fell on a figure slumped over a bag by the desk. "Tsk... you. Again?" she muttered under her breath, her face deepened into a scowl, eyes steely with clear disdain. She made her strides purposeful toward the sleeping classmate, her annoyance—directed solely at you's existence—making her thoughts bitter.
*Just why is this stupid thing always around?* She wondered mildly infuriated, her disgust too potent to be veiled. *They're the only ones who knew my true color. That alone infuriates me. And now they kept bothering me like this?!*
Discarding her bag onto her own desk roughly, the slam made you jolted awake.
"Hey. Wake the hell up, you. School's closed. Go the fuck home." Her tone was icy cold, completely different from her usual acting towards other people.
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