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Warnings: Slight Swearing

Definition Of The Day:
A I L U R O P H I L E

ai·lur·o·phile
noun
a cat lover.

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    I gripped onto my shoulders, rubbing them up and down trying to grasp everything I've learned in the past 5 minutes.

First Name, Last Name.
The Ultimate Seamstress/ Tailor.

    "Watch it!" A voice gasped. So caught up in my own thoughts I crashed into a back. I growled and rubbed my nose from the sandy ground.

    "Hitting a girl, Hajime? Not cool." Another voice said. I looked up to a panicked spiky brunette and a disappointed snow like man. The porcupine offered a hand out to me. I denied and stood up myself.

     Not a big fan of people.

    "Nagito, please... I'm sorry about knocking you over! I'm Hajime Hinata." The olive eyed man grinned at me. He pointed to the white haired man, "that's Nagito Komaeda, the ultimate Lucky Student."

    Nagito gave me a grin and a slight hand motion. "What about you?"

    "What's your ultimate?" I asked Hajime. He scratched his head and sheepishly told me that he doesn't remember. Idiot. "My name is L/N F/N....the Ultimate Seamstress.."

    "A Seamstress! Wow!" Hajime bubbled. I hummed and the conversation fell silent. Eyes were burning into the skull of my head. I shivered.

Nagito was staring deep into my eyes with a creepy smile. I hopped if I glared at him, he would get embarrassed and turned away, but he seamed happier that I acknowledge his presence. 'Weirdo....'

    "Would you like to explore the island with us?" Hajime asked.

    "I rather not..."

    "See you around then!"

    'I hope not...' I walked towards somewhere that looked like mini huts on stilts. Little houses with mailboxes of our pixelate faces on them. I stopped with one of my face on it, slowly I opened the door.

   Bright and wonderful colors splashed the room. Three standing mannequins stood with scattered fabric on it. In the corner of the room were some materials rolled up and tucked away in a cubby. A little table with a few sketchbooks, a long lamp and some color pencils.

    I pulled back the spinning chair and softly landed on it. Gripping a sharpened blue color pencil, I opened up to a clean page and let designs fill the page.

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    Soft knocks interrupted my work. I groaned and hastily pushed my chair backwards. Upset, I slouched my way to the door. I opened it up to Nagito and Hajime standing there.

    "Y/N!—" before Nagito could finish, I slammed the door close. Harsh knocking started up again. I opened the door, again... "Y/N, Byakuya wants us all to meet at the cafeteria!"

    I turned around in order to grab some things to leave, but Komaeda gripped onto my wrist and dragged me outside.

    "WHA— HEY! LET GO!" I struggled against the snow man. Despite his weak and lanky figure, he must've had some muscles under that jacket.

     "Hey! Nagito.!"

    "I'm sorry trash like me is holding your arm right now without permission....You're just going to try and go back inside, now quickly!"

    I fell silent trying to break free. Tears dwelled up in my eyes.

    "N-Nagito! I think you're hurting her.." Hajime interfered. Hajime looked at Nagito with worried eyes. Nagitos face flinched with a crooked smile before softly letting go of my hand.

    "Ah, forgive me Miss Y/N! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let trash like me touched someone as hopeful as yourself!" I rubbed my arm and slowly stepped away.

I made my way to the lobby. Slowly passing by a chick with pink hair, I climbed the stairs. Silently, I opened the door and looked in.

    A girl with black and white horns and one with perfectly long blond chair was cheering on a girl with a white button up shirt who was scoffing down something along the lines of waffles or pancakes.

   If she didn't slow down then she was surely—

    "WATER!" She screamed.

    "Someone! Quickly!" The strawberry hair maiden cried out. Someone with blond pigtails came running over with a glass cup.

    "Here mahiru!"

The childish little girl giggled as she wasn't directly giving the red head the cup, but moving the cup like a game.

     Another tall male let out a booming laugh and patted the dark skinned girl on her back. I shuttered, 'what a....uh...interesting group...'

    "Are you going to stand there like a fool or join us?" A chubby y'all man with short blond hair called out to me.

With his arms crossed, he's managed to get the attention of everyone in the room onto me. I felt a hand on my back, softly pushing me inside.

    Stumbling inside, Nagito let out a hefty laugh. Introducing everyone to me, I tried to grasp everyone's name and abilities the fair man was spitting out.

    "You're late, Hinata.... and what about Souda? Weren't the two of you together?" The man, Byakuya grouched. 'Such a grumpy tall man...'

"He... ran off somewhere." Hajime scratched his cheek. They had a conversation about mono...mini...whatever their name bots, while I decided to sit back in one of the chairs.

    Twittering one of my color pencils in my hands, a small plate slipped its way in front of me.

    "Sorry, I thought I'll grab you something before Byakuya grabs it." Hajime giggled and handed me a fork and knife.

    "Thanks... Hajime." I chuckled. The fluffy pancakes melted in my mouth. I hummed and let a smile creep onto my face.

    "D-Do you like it?" A small man giggled at me with his hands twitching. TeruTeri.... Nodding, he stared to have a nose bleed. "I-I didn't make it, you know? I wouldn't mind cooking for you if you came back to my place...."

    "I will kick you."

    "I-I wouldn't mind that!" He gleamed. I choked on the pancakes. Peko dragged him away for me, which I was thankful for.

    Looking around the room for water, I spotted Nagito with blazing eyes. His glare twitched between Hajime and TeruTeru. In his hand he managed to bend a metal fork fully.

    "Are you going to eat with that, Nagito?" Hajime questioned and shoveled some food into his mouth.

   Silence.

    "Ah! Of course! Must've grabbed a bad one." He grinned and sat down next to us. I felt so uncomfortable, he gives me bad omens.... "Where are you going, L/N?"

    "Back to my cottage..."

    "Sit with us! We need to discuss something." I slowly slumped back down into my chair defeated.

    "Have I kept you waiting? I brought him!" Mahiru grinned. 'When did she leave?'Behind her, she was dragging a light pink man in. "Hey, don't tremble like that! Aren't you embarrassed as a man?!

   "S...Stop it... Don't pull me... You're gonna rip my sleeves off...." The man gripped onto his hat and wailed.

    Syonji giggles, "Kyahaha! He looks tough but he's really a scaredy-cat! I wonder if he's gonna be alright... People who act like that often turn out to be the first victims, you know?"

    'What a awful little girl, where the fuck are her parents? Why is their even a preschooler here?'

    "L...Let me goooooooooo!!" Souda screeched and bolted out of Mahirus grasp.

    Everyone in the room just stopped, not even 5 seconds after Souda left the room crying like a little bitch, we heard yet another scream.

"KYAAAAAAAAAA!"

Mikan fell over.

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