On this day, the entirety of the first-year class of a certain high school had been gathered in the school auditorium. Those present demonstrated a varied mix of emotions: an invested sort of firmness, a coffee-induced bright-eyedness, a decisive boredom, a closed-eye look in sharp protest of the normati-...wait, no, that guy's just sleeping.

8:29:58

8:29:59

8:30:00

The instant that the clock struck 8:30, a figure stepped out onto the auditorium stage. Donning the utterly illogical uniform that served as a sign of one's magical aptitude, the depth by which one has surpassed humanity, she appeared. And it was in that same instant...

-The captive audience of first-years erupted in a raucous cacophony.

"Emi-samaaaaa!"

"I'm overflowing!"

"We love you, Hishikawa-sama!"

"Be my onee-chan!"

"Step on my face and call me a dog!"

A light tap on the microphone by the girl who stood on stage silenced the crowd immediately. Smiling serenely, the student council president looked out over the gathered students.

"Good morning, everyone. It's wonderful to see all of you here today; I thank you all for being able to make it." She stated airily.

"I, Hishikawa Emi, am proud to stand here before you as your student council president. For those of you who are wondering why you have been called here, it is for the purpose of the school's promotion of a cooperation program with the middle school. As of late, our district's middle school has run into some trouble with the sheer amount of new clubs being made. Put simply, we don't have enough faculty on-hand to keep up with the demands."

"As such, the high school has agreed to open up the option for high school students to volunteer as sponsors for middle school clubs, if they so desire. A list of clubs that need sponsors is on the bulletin board outside of the guidance office, so please consider volunteering your time!"

After a brief intersperse of murmuring among the students, Emi continued on, her expression becoming somewhat grim.

"Now, I am sorry to say that there is also an issue I would like to address. Even though we have only recently begun the school year, reports have already trickled in of various wrongdoing groups cropping up in our school district. I wish for you to know that this sort of blatant disregard for school regulations will not be tolerated, regardless of who chooses to exercise them. The groups responsible have generally been spearheaded by those with high magical aptitude."

"If you are approached by such a group, do not allow yourself to be intimidated and fall in with them. I, as student council president, will work tirelessly to keep the peace of the school, and prevent undue harm from coming to our student populace."

And so, the door opened on a new era of cooperation between the high school and the middle school.

Oh, yes.

Cooperation.

Sawada Miko-sama
Middle School Campus, Class 2-C

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A rough sigh escapes from the Kendo Captain's lips.

Standing in front of her, shivering slightly in spite of the mild weather, and staring at her with an equally mild expression, was her homeroom teacher.
"U-Um... Sawada-san? P-Please take your feet down off your desk..."

...

"Do we really have to do this, sensei~?" Miko responds in her typical, uninterested tones, the way she drew out her last word indicating a certain lack of respect for the the teacher. Honestly, if nothing else, she could admire him for being diligent. For as bumbling and incessant as he was, he had not failed to approach her with his concerns about her mannerisms.

"W-Well, I am your teacher, s-so it's... my job to make sure..."

"Yeah, yeah," Miko waives her teacher's scolding with a wave of her hand, turning back to look out the window. She didn't see her teacher leave, but she could tell that he had given up. Soon enough, she heard him beginning to speak again up in the front of the class, giving his daily announcements and such. Meanwhile, Miko gazes idly out into the school's courtyard, watching the cherry blossoms sway in the slight spring breeze.

Hmm, Miko considers to herself lazily, not even trying to avoid dozing off.

I wonder how Kiki's thing is going.

In a corner of the high school auditorium Enuru was taking notes for school journal, the girl was still in middle school but since this concerned the students of their school the newspaper club was sent to report on the situation. Eneru expected to do most of the job here but the prestige hungry club leader stepped in a day before the event and was now conducting the articles and interviews. Eneru was keen on getting to know exactly what was going on here and what Hishikawa Emi sought, the club leader however was way more interested in kissing as many boots as she could. "Maybe its time to do as my friends suggested and get rid of this pet dog" She thought

"I think I will be going" She suddenly said to the photographer by her side, she was supposed to overlook her but she felt like it was not needed. From the auditorium she expected to go directly to the meeting place in the local middle school, she supposed her friends would be interested in hearing about Hishikawa's plans

Aki gave a light giggle from the seat beside Miko as she drummed her fingers on her desk. "Teacher's too scared of her to do his job" She thought to herself, and followed Miko's gaze out the window, then shrugged, "I'd honestly be surprised if she can make it out of Homeroom conscious though." She smirked, "Let's help her with that."

Aki closed her eyes, and made some heavy metal music erupt behind Miko's head, not out of spite, but just to mess with her a tiny bit. Suddenly she heard a cough from in front of her, so she opened her eyes to see the teacher giving her a nervous, but annoyed look.

"Akira-san, is that really necessary?" The teacher asked pitifully, trying to maintain at least a semblance of control over his own classroom.

Aki gave the teacher an innocent look, and turned her head with her hand cupped around her ear, as if she couldn't hear the man. "I'm sorry, what was that sensei?" She asked, raising her voice over the music," I'm having trouble hearing you." She then turned off the music, and gave an innocent smile.

The teacher groaned, and continued off with the announcements and such.

Aki gave chuckled again and shot a grin over to Miko, "Hope you'll be able to stay awake now," She whispered teasingly to her.

Kousaka Hikaru-kun
Middle School Campus, Class 2-C

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Hikaru was slumped across her desk, her cheek pressed against the hard surface as a small bit of drool began to trickle it's way out of the corner of her mouth. Her thoughts were on the school assembly they had today, and she wished she had taken the chance to use her powers on Hishikawa-sama then, yet something had stopped her. Was it the fact that there were so many people there? Or was she afraid of the student president's powers? She was pretty sure it wasn't the latter, or the former for that matter. Hikaru thrived on attention. She couldn't exactly put her finger on what the issue was with not even pranking Hishikawa, but she knew she would like to. Immensely.

She was roused out of her stupor when her desk-neighbor, Okura Akira, used her power to create blaring music just behind Sawada Miko's head. Though the question wasn't directed at her, Hikaru piped up. “Oh, I'm definitely awake now, thanks Akira-chan.” Hikaru made it a point to stretch and yawn loudly, earning her a disapproving look from the teacher. Well, if they're going to give him a hard time, I wanna too!

“Heh, watch this guys.” Hikaru elongated her shadow from beneath her feet and popped it up behind the teacher's head. “What to do, what to do...” She mused, placing a finger on her chin playfully. She decided to start off slow. Bunny ears. Then the words “I'm an old fart” with a giant arrow pointing at the back of the teacher's head, which earned a smattering of hushed laughter from the other students as they realized their teacher was being pranked without noticing.

Next, something more crude. A giant shadow butt behind the teacher's own, with a small air cloud coming out of it that said “poot”. It was juvenile, but one student tried to suppress a snort of laughter behind their hands. Just as she was about to mold her shadow into something even worse, the teacher glanced behind him and saw the shadow butt on the chalkboard.

“Whoops.” Hikaru grinned as she propped her elbows up on her desk and cradled her face in her hands. She knew that he knew it was her who did it, and suspected she might have a detention again.

It's all been a little quaint so far, hasn't it? These aren't delinquents, these are a bunch of silly little girls making trouble for the grown ups, practical jokes and toilet humour, right?

Time to change that~
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Local Suburbs, 07:53
It had been an hour since the disturbance had been reported, and finally the handful of officers who were available at that time had converged on the site. It was about ten to eight in the morning, and a bunch of locals from the surrounding houses were hanging about the scene of the crime even as the police tried their best to wave them away.

The scene was bizarre, to say the least; supposedly there had been a robbery at the small convenience store, but a search through the interior showed very little sign of that. Nothing had been overturned in a struggle, and after checking through the store's schedule, it seemed all the shelves were still fully stocked from the previous night with nothing missing.

The only obvious sign of a disturbance was that the door to the stock room was open; and it was there that the first unusual thing emerged.

The metal door that connected the stock room to the alleyway outside- the massive door that would open to let the delivery man carry stock boxes through- had been completely destroyed. Twisted up with extreme force and torn straight from the frame, and thrown into the alleyway like any other lump of trash.

Of course, that paled in comparison to the second unusual thing.

"Help meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-" The man just about screamed- he was presumably the store's manager, though that was hard to make out with how fast he was spinning in place. It made the officers feel dizzy, god knew how the poor bastard himself felt.

"Can someone stop him?!" The most senior officer on the scene yelled at the two other officers with him, clearly tired after being dragged out from the station. After a moment, one of them stepped forwards with a face that was slowly turning green, and reached out an arm to try and stop the man from spinning-

Only to be thrown straight into a shelf by the force of the speed that the man was spinning at.

"God damn it!" The officer snapped, fuming incoherently as the shelf fell backwards and sent boxes flying everywhere.

Hearing the sound of the crash, the two officers that had remained outside to shoo away locals came running down through the alleyway. And as they did, the third officer in the stock room wondered to himself- 'The hell kind of monster could have done this?'
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Middle School Campus, 08:00

When Kiyoko arrived at the school gates, it was already half an hour early for even that poxy little assembly that the Student Pres was holding for the 'ickle firsties'. Whatever teachers either cared enough or were stubborn enough to keep coming to classes had decided to get inside quickly, and that suited her just fine- it meant there would be fewer questions when she came rolling in.

Quite literally, at that.

"Wheeeeeeeeeeeee~" The third year, having already been up for a few hours at this point, had made a second detour after her little break-in at the convenience store. With the stock box still in her arms, the girl let the hood of her jacket down to feel the early morning wind on her face as she shot through the gates on top of the empty trashcan she had pilfered and promptly sent spinning.

It hadn't been empty when she found it, of course- there would be a couple of stray cats eating fancy tonight, that was for sure.

"Get out of the way, nerd!" The one obstacle in her path, a small, bespectacled first year boy, took one look at her headed his way and promptly ran like his young life depended on it as Kiyoko then blazed past him atop her trusty trashcan steed. A few moments passed, and she jumped and let said trusty speed go spinning off into the distance as she landed back on the ground in front of her destination.

A certain kendo club dojo.

"Sure hope I got the right ones this time~" She said to herself in a slightly tired, sing-song voice as she strolled towards the dojo with her spoils- a stock box filled to the brim with Vanilla Coca-Cola.

They may well be delinquents, but they're still schoolgirls, you know?

Aki glanced over at Hikaru-chan and gave a sly smile, "If you like it, I'm also available for alarm clocks and lullabys, but cuddling will cost extra," She said playfully and then directed her attention back to the teacher. She leaned back, and then noticed that a certain girl was using her power to shape the shadow of this man into a much more... humbling form. She gave a wide grin as the head of the man began to shape into the most glorious set of bunny ears. She gave a light giggle as the words appeard over the mans head, but lost it when the shadow of his butt inflated to cartoonish proportions. As she broke out into laughter that was much too loud, Sensei rapped his knuckles on Aki's desk, and he was not looking pleased.

"Hikaru-san, Akira-san!" He fumed, ready to release a lot of pent up aggression, and hopefully earn the respect of the class," You two! go to th-" He started to say, but was cut off by the sudden ringing of the home room bell.

Aki laughed and stood up before grabbing her bag "The next class?" She asked coyly," Just what I was planning," She said, and winked back at Kousaka Hikaru, and said," Nice homeroom as always," Before exiting the class to wait outside for Hikaru-Chan