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[hypocratic]

[ 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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No probs!

[ironicallyawfulname]

[ 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.

[hypocratic]

[ 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! ]

[ironicallyawfulname]

[ 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?