Chihiro Fujisaki walked through the halls of Hope's Peak quietly. Ever since revealing his true gender to the group, he felt all their eyes on him. Unfortunately, it didn't help that he did not bring any boys' clothes and there wasn't a SHSL Seamstress there to make him some. So clad in his pleated skirt, Chihiro made his way down to the cafeteria. When he entered, Chihiro noticed that not everyone was present. The only ones there were Yamada, off stuffing himself in the corner with junk food while writing what was most likely some strange fanfiction-porn (seriously, who reads that?), Ishimaru and Mondo laughing about something involving the bonds of manliness and Asahina whipping up some donuts with Sakura. "W-where is everyone?" Fujisaki asked.
Ishimaru stood up, alert and stern as always. "Ah, Fujisaki-san, er, kun" he said, still adjusting to the new development. "Are you not aware that lunch was an hour ago? We were rather concerned that you were not present, given recent circumstances!" Chihiro flinched a small bit at this and his eyes grew watery with potential tears. He must have gotten carried away with working on his AI project! Chihiro didn't want to think about how people would treat him differently now, and he also didn't want anyone to worry because of him!
"Eh, leave the kid alone, aniki. Besides, I think you're the only one who cared!" Mondo chimed in with a laugh. Ishimaru gave him the most intense stare possible, and Chihiro could have sworn there was at least twelve gallons of sexual tension there. On that note, Chihiro decided to hang out with...
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