@sassy1085If there was any sound that people grew to hate and utterly despise over the years, it would have to be the shrill, cantankerous ringing of an alarm early in the morning. Such a ruckus awoke Tohru, pulling her from her cryptic, bizarre dream, her phone on the nightstand beside her buzzing off the hook.
"Ugh...okay. Okay! I'm up." She muttered weakly, a hand reaching from under the covers to silence her alarm. A minute or so she laid there before peeling the covers back and shuffling out of bed with a stretch and a yawn. Her vision, at first blurry, adjusted shortly while she glanced around the room, realizing that her roommate had already gone.
"Hmm? Where's Rin-san?" Tohru pondered aloud. If anything, the girl must've left early to beat the rush at the cafeteria. Tohru figured then she would meet up with Rin later. Besides, it was a bright and beautiful morning outside, the perfect time to go for a run around the school.
Slipping into her athletic clothes, she grabbed her phone and stuck in her earbuds, the sound of
Something Good by Alt-J treating her ears to musical bliss. Then, she was out the door, a swift jog down the hall, down the stairs, and out onto the school grounds, the warm sun and brisk morning air feeling great as she ran.
@Otaku95She had been awake for some time after getting ready for the day, fixing her hair up in her accustomed ponytail and touching up her good looks before venturing out to greet the morning. Last night...she couldn't describe how it made her feel. How a girl like Ryuko-chan somehow penetrated the cold boundary ensnaring her heart in its black talons was beyond her, but in that very moment, the moment she felt the girl's hand clasp onto hers, the moment she felt...such warmth, for once Asuka felt like she was...special, cherished. By all she had been hated for so long, by both family and students alike. The only one who honestly cared for her was Chizuru, and...she wasn't here anymore. She was dead.
Quietly she strolled across the school grounds, ignoring the snide remarks and ghoulish gossips being whispered about among the gaggle of girls flanking her on all sides. Try as she may to dismiss them however...they were still jagged, poisonous thorns lodged into her aching heart.
Damn them....every last one of them. The Princess of Devils, once an honorable title, but it bears no weight or merit to me anymore. It's a stigma upon me, a loathsome moniker I want to be rid of. Hmph...even devils have sympathy...