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[ Every night, she would pray in her room, alone, to the Shinto gods -- telling them quietly that one day people would like her, people would stop being mean to her, that people would finally- finally- forgive her for all her faults. She had said that she's sorry over a million times over, chanting those two words as if they would give her luck.

But today?

It would only give her despair, as she was brought to the corner of an empty corridor in Hope's Peak during lunch period, bullied by some of the other students on campus. They were about to step on her, draw on her, do whatever they wanted with her.

And she knew that she wouldn't be able to escape. She was weak, after all. All she was, really, was nothing but a plaything to them, even as she wailed. ]

Please forgive me already...! I'm sorry-! [ Nobody would come to save her, she knew. Or so she thought, anyway. ]

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[ There are people in the world who, after a cut has been plastered and given time to heal, leave the adhesive strip on their skin for as long as possible, savouring the delayed gratification they'll get when they can't take any more waiting and slowly, firmly, and with orgasmic glee pull the band aid from their skin.

That's not super relevant, but it was why Junko had been watching Mikan for a while now. Her heart did funny things while she watched the other students doodle dirty words on the poor girl, kick her, punch her, shove her into some garbage. They were awful at what they did, sure, but the fluttering in Junko's chest was still there. Most of the time. Or until that day, anyway.

If anything Junko had stopped feeling anything close to joy while watching it. Now she just felt angry. Mikan was so suited for a cause way beyond the perverse joys of some self titled bullies, but there she was wasting away in their care. She probably thought she'd seen the worst of it, Junko mused, but the world had so much more misery to give a girl like that.

Junko had more to give. More than anyone. So no, Junko wasn't stepping in today because she felt she had waited long enough; she was walking over, hips swaying alluringly and a scowl on her picture perfect face... but would that scare off those wannabeas? She doubted it. ]

Move it.

[ The sudden gust of wind through the hallway was impossible to miss. Posters were peeled off of the walls by the force of it, doors clattered open loudly as if an classroom of invisible kids had finally been released for the day, and those bullies were gone in a heartbeat; flung full force out of the window - glass shards and all - onto the grass outside.

I thought I told her to be subtle. Such an over the top way of disposing with trash was so lame. How typical of her pathetic sister. Oh well, Hope's Peak had a bunch of weird shit going on, so that probably wouldn't stick out too much.

Well then. Whatever Mikan's stupid, silly, stunned face looked like, Junko Enoshima, Goddess of Despair, would just smile that award winning smile of hers with her hand, red talon nails and all, extended out to the other girl. God. She was already shaking just from the excitement alone. ]

Hiiiii! Someone ordered a forgiveness, right? Well I'm here to forgive!

[ So... she wasn't going to mention the chaos just then? She had a whole thing planned about fake super powers and stuff but, meh, she got bored of it already. Sorry, Mukuro, but thanks anyway. ]

Eh?

[ The fear that was written on her expression soon shifts into a look of surprise, eyes widening once the other people seem to disperse out of fear. She could feel herself shaking even if she had calmed down slightly. ]

Um, Enoshima... -san? [ Timidly, she swallows a little, a little warily. ]

[ Fear. It's a nice look on anyone, but it's not quite the look. Not what she's after, not what she wants, not worth a damn. Still, Junko would've liked it if Mikan's face had stayed like that for a little bit longer before the poor thing looked so dopey and surprised.

Whatever. Junko ain't bothered. Not one bit. The look of irritation on her face? Imaginary. Forget about it. It's gone and she's happy now. Sheesh. ]

Um... um... um... is there any doubt? Even a girl like you should know my face, right? It's soon to be a national icon and bigger late arrival spoiler than Darth Vader's family tree!

[ Her hand comes out, fingers signalling for Mikan's attention. Take her hand, loser. ] C'mon, mob characters are easily startled, but they will soon be back, and in greater numbers.

[ Like a deer in the headlights, it takes Mikan quite some time for Junko's words to garner any recognition; in fact, her face is blank and confused for a moment before she manages to pull herself together. While there's no doubt that Mikan is absolutely sure she knows who the person in front of her is, it just leaves her with more questions than answers.

But seeing as she has no choice, she just swallows hard and takes the other girl's hand. ]

Um... yes, I know who you are, but, why... [ Her words trail off as they start to get out of the area, yet the implications are there. She wants to know why exactly would someone like Junko help someone like her out! ]

[ The second, silent half of Mikan's question get to hang in the air nice and ignored while Junko guides her along, through doors, round corners, down more corridors, all the way to the nurse's office. Mikan probably knew where they were headed, Junko realizes, but whatever. That's not going to change anything.

Aside from an ambiguously irritated sigh, she's still silent when she shuts the door behind them. The nurse isn't there, which saves some effort, so it's finally time for some alone time and, more importantly, the answer to Mikan's question. ]

Why did I help you? Oh, but first I should ask if you're hurt. We can skip the physical exam, but don't lie to me, okaaaay?

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