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>Apologize to Junko
It makes sense. It’s a logical conclusion. If she doesn’t understand people, Wakoko thinks, then people don’t understand her either- and what she did wasn’t so bad, and Junko was just confused as well. The epiphany hits her right as a boy from another class was showing her a video of someone getting swallowed by a machine in a factory accident, which wasn’t so interesting to her because it was recorded with a security camera and the organs came out kinda blurry. She didn’t know what these people just asked her; she did know that Junko just turned around, yet again, to take a peek at her. Now, Wakoko knows how Junko looks with wide open eyes because the ender of fishes is walking up right to her.
Wakoko: Junko, I’m sorry.
Just like that; plain, simple, and efficient, with no honorifics whatsoever, right in front of her big group of ascended, five-stars bitches (some of which, despite it all, are actually good persons) who had now decided to fall into silence yet again. As for Junko herself; it’s like the blood on her face got scared and left.
Wakoko: You were right. I did something bad. I was wrong.
Yet that blood is a bit too quick to return- and a bit too eager.
Junko: So? Fuck off.
Wakoko: You mean that I should go away?
Junko: Yes! Do I speak English or what? Quit talking to me and go.
Wakoko: But; why?
There is disheartenment; there’s also genuine curiosity there. But in Junko’s face? There’s only panic. She just turns around and leaves. Not knowing any better, Wakoko follows Junko, squeezing her way through the horde.
Wakoko: Junko. Junko. Junko. Hey, stop.
She gets her wish granted. Junko turns around
Junko: Bitch, don’t you fucking know what harrasment is?
Wakoko: What is harassment?
Junko: I’ll beat the fuck out of you. GO. AWAY.
But Wakoko doesn’t.
Wakoko: I’m sorr-
The slap could even be heard even by that guy in the bathroom jacking off to a graphics card who was later going to use it to emulate-Banjo Kazooie. Wakoko herself, so far a complete stranger to physical violence since not even her dad ever raised a hand on her, simply kept looking at Junko aimlessly as she caressed her now red cheek.
Her heart started beating faster.
Her fingers became numb.
Her lungs felt shallow
and, suddenly, everything seemed a lot bigger.
The scowl on Junko’s face was quick to twist, like a towel being squeezed, into one of ‘I fucked up’ tier worry. Leaning against the wall, Wakoko’s shaky legs were quick to give in, and even though everything inside of her screamed to run away she just covered her ears because this is as much as she could take-
yet her heart just wouldn’t stop pumping blood regardless,
tears wouldn’t stop building up,
and regardless,
nobody came to help her.
Junko just stood there.
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