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found this in one of the old Rushia threads
>The gang approaches Rushia at a school hallway in between classes
>They make fun of Rushia because of her shy and meek demeanor
>"W-why are you doing this?", says Rushia
>"Shut up, you fucking slut", yells Flare
>"We know you've been screwing around with your own fanbase, don't act stupid", adds Watame
>"I-I don't know what you're talking about! That's not true!" Rushia proclaims
>"You think you can get away with, just because you bring a lot of money into Hololive? You should know your place", says Fubuki
>The gang pulls Rushia by the hair, dragging her to the girls' bathroom, with all their kouhais running out in fear for what's about to happen
>Rushia fights back, but Flare has her arms grasped tightly behind her, is unable to break free
>Watame slaps Rushia across the face, leaving a bright, red imprint of her hand pooled on it
>Rushia is knocked to the ground by the impact
>"Th-that hurts! Please stop!" Rushia yells
>Flare immediately gets on top of Rushia and proceed to rip her shirt open, carelessly snapping off the buttons that tied her thin cotton shirt together
>"You sure know how to string people along, for someone with a small chest," Fubuki coldly remarks. "Give her the Watamelonade.”
>Watame looms over Rushia, positioning her feet either side of her head
>Rushia closes her eyes in a grimace anticipating the next move
>A swift kick is delivered to her ribs by Flare
>"Oh no, you're going to watch every second of this!" she exclaims
>Her arms are pinned to each side of Watame's stylish boots
>As Watame looms over the poor hapless green haired girl, a sneer curls her lips
>A teary wide-eyed Rushia blanches as a thin yellow stream escapes the shaven nether-lips of her bovine captor
>Her legs struggle and start yet slip helplessly upon the tiled floor
>She whimpers softly, knowing that any other sound would be met with painful retribution
>As the warm liquid douses her soft features and soaks into her tousled hair, the small girl begins to cry silently
>The salt of her tears mix with the overwhelming scent of urea
>As suddenly as it began it is over, yet the gnawing shame had only just began to dine on the blue-dressed necromancer
>"Wow, not a sound huh?" smirked Fubuki, "You must really be into this kind of thing!"
>"Absolute degenerate." Flare stated coldly, looking down at the piss-covered form beneath her with contempt
>"Next time, we'll see how you do with Watachoco" says Watame, laughing into cupped hands
>The three girls leave the broken Rushia on the floor as they head out the door
>"Clean yourself up. Dance practice is next period." in a business-like demeanor is the last thing heard as a golden ponytail disappears through the bathroom door
