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Tachibana Yoshimi (omgboyskissing) wrote in disappear_plot,

Yoshimi giggled a little. She'd been content to just listen for the last few minutes, but Kiriko and - tee-hee - Reizo? Those two were so obviously not the one true pairing for Class 1B. Much like Kanaye, she had no idea what crazy new substance it was that Sagaki-senpai was smoking, but she sure was interested in trying some. After all, how else could he miss the tender romance that was starting to bloom between Shirai-kun and Oubai-senpai?

A hotheaded delinquent with a troubled past meets a straitlaced upperclassman in need of someone to melt his ice cold façade... the tension! The conflict! The contrasting fire and ice metaphors! KA-WAIIII!

That, however, was an issue for another day. In the meantime, she was busy racking her brain for anything about Kiriko that could be even remotely useful to the group. They shared a homeroom, but with Yoshimi's lackluster attendance rate and her tendency to spend the whole day with her head in the clouds, she hadn't noticed anything that wasn't common knowledge. Kiriko was smart. Kiriko had a lot of hair barrettes. Kiriko was the class representative (and therefore not the kind of person to tell your exciting stories of lechery and debauchery around, unless you had balls of steel). Nothing special, nothing exclusive, nothing that was going to get them anywhere.

"I agree with Oubai-senpai," she chirped, once it seemed like nobody else was in imminent danger of getting kicked in the chest. "We're going in circles right now." As fascinated as she was by shipping wars, even the real life variety, they could go on forever without anyone reaching a conclusion.