{Akari}
[The fuck?]
Something's moving in the crowd, but my brain's too busy trying to break this bullshit Silence to process what it is.
Then I see her.
Reina's walking down those bleacher steps like she's on a mission, each click of her authentic Demonias echoing through the suddenly silent gym. The way she moves... purposeful, dangerous, like she's about to start something worth watching.
I'd be horny if, you know, I wasn't so stressed right now.
[Huh? What's our hot goth queen doin', though?]
"Miss Miyamoto," Professor Sato's voice drips warning like cheap honey. "Return to your seat."
Reina doesn't even spare him a glance. Just keeps walking, each step a declaration of war in platform form.
The whispers start up again, hungry little things:
"What's she doing-"
"Is she really-"
"Doesn't her dad work with-"
Miyuki steps forward like she's about to lay down the law.