[physical education 101]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: transfer students
When: July 1̷̝̤̳̙̫̭̻̝͓̄̇̾̀̕͝9̸̙̱̹͍̮̈́́̀̅͛̐̔̋ 20
Where: the. . . gymnasium?
What: an ice breaker
Warnings: moderate physical injury (not debilitating), psychological horror (absolutely debilitating)

[The school is empty. The school is quiet. The only sound that cuts through the silence is the soft ticking of the hallway clocks that mark the passing of each second.]

[. . .]

[At least. . . until a stiff breeze whips through the classrooms, scattering dirty papers and jerking the curtains aside. The clock strikes 6:00 a.m.]

[The school bell chimes.]

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Comments

[undefinery]

Flying??

[ Wait. ]

So he really is a Magical G--superhero?!

[selfportraiture]

Were you really about to call him a magical girl?

[MIZUKI, PLEASE.]

[undefinery]

I'm not much into American comics, okay!!

[ Go with what you know! ]

[selfportraiture]

Well, he didn't have a transformation sequence or a cute costume change, so he's not a magical girl or sentai, right?

[Hmph.]

Superhero it is.

[undefinery]

We don't know that he doesn't have one. If he couldn't break through a door before, maybe he lost access to his transformation.

[ let's not die on this hill. ]

[selfportraiture]

[Dying on stupid hills is exactly what they do.

At least it's distracting them from the spooky hallway.]

Yeah? And he's got "magical girl" vibes? Is that really what you're arguing for here?

[undefinery]

Doesn't he look pure-hearted to you?

[ Come on, Ena. ]

[selfportraiture]

[Opens her mouth.




Wait, shit, she can't argue that.

Closes it again.]

... It's not just pure-heartedness that gives someone magical girl vibes!

[undefinery]

Okay, then. So what do you think has to be included? Better fashion sense?

[selfportraiture]

Duh. And sparkles--

[The minute it leaves her mouth, she thinks it sounds stupid as hell.




She clears her throat.]

Ah. There are the bathrooms. C'mon.

[undefinery]

[ There's a little snort of amusement but Mizuki follows her in, immediately swerving for the paper towels to get them wet and hand a chunk over to Ena. ]

I can't believe we got attacked.

[selfportraiture]

Me neither.

[She takes that chunk willingly, tugging off her long-sleeve track suit jacket to start cleaning up the worst of the cuts on her arms. It's fine, she's got a T-shirt in Shiawase colors underneath, which she wrinkles her nose at in the mirror.]

... The color's cute in small doses, but as the whole outfit, it's kind of ugly.

[undefinery]

Mm... well, it's not ideal, yeah...

Maybe I can do some alterations, if we end up stuck here.

[ As she dabs at the gash on her ankle. ]

[selfportraiture]

I really hope we're not stuck here that long, but...

[If they are...]

... that'd be a life saver.

[A sigh, and she shakes her head, moving on to very carefully dab at the blood at her ear--which makes her hiss, wincing as she drops the paper towel.]

Ugh, ow--

[undefinery]

Oh geez--that clock really did a number on you, huh?

[ That's got to hurt, something so sensitive... ]

Want me to do it?

[selfportraiture]

Yeah... who would've expected something like that from taking a stupid clock off of the wall?

[Well. Horror game enjoyers, probably.

But she just sighs, shoulders slumping.]

... That's okay with you? [It does mean Mizuki will have to touch her, probably.]

[undefinery]

Well, do you think you can do it without dropping the towel?

[ Needs must. Unless Ena intends to power through, which is admittedly a very Ena thing to do. ]

[selfportraiture]

If it's going to make you uncomfortable, then yes. I'll be fine.

[Probably.

As Mizuki noted, she'll find a way to power through.]

[undefinery]

Let's do this, then! See how it feels now that you're braced for it, and I'll help if it doesn't get any better.

[ Mizuki... is truly, deeply uncomfortable with the idea of... sharing emotions, even with Ena, but Ena is also a good friend. ]

[selfportraiture]

[... Right.

Well, it's Mizuki, after all...

Ena's quiet for a moment, and then she grips the paper towels more tightly, swallows, and clenches her jaw, determined to get through it on her own. It's slow, but she makes steady progress anyway. Not particularly stoically, of course; she grumbles and mutters throughout the whole thing.

But she at least gets the worst of the blood cleaned up.]

[undefinery]

Any better?

[ Sort of hard to tell with the bitching-- ]

[selfportraiture]

[Hard to tell on her end too, and she's the one bitching.

She grimaces, setting the wad of bloody paper towels aside.]

I'm not sure, but--I think so? Everything's kind of muffled, and my ears just... ache, except when things get really loud.




You don't think it's permanent, do you?

[undefinery]

No way! If it was permanent, I think you wouldn't be able to hear at all! I bet you just need time and for people to not yell for a while.

[ Hopefully. ]

[selfportraiture]

[Hopefully... at least Ena is willing to take any and all comfort she can.]

Yeah... yeah, definitely. It's fine. It'll heal up.

Anyway... did you get all of your injuries cleaned up?

[undefinery]

All good! I'll just have to fix the sleeve later, if I have access to that sort of thing.

[ Since it's gashed, due to the strings. ]