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Ringing echoed in her ears as she worked her way up to the entrance, already dreading the lectures she had to go through today.
Zanka Nijiku was on her way to get a doctor's degree! She didnt choose that, she didnt want to choose that. It was the only option that would appease her parents. Her siblings Kyouka and Goka had done similar paths...although Zanka had gone to a different university to them. It took a total of 4 university rejections to make it to this one, her family becoming colder as each letter arrived. Anyway, a year through her course, the only thing keeping her alive and well is her part time job with the 'Cleaners'. Despite the name, they weren't cleaners; Zanka worked at a small tattoo and piercings shop in some corner on a run down street. And surprisingly again, they got a lot of business despite the location. Riyo was the reason for that. Controlling the social media of the business, she advertised the place a lot (almost a bit too much). Zanka only did piercings, so he didnt care about the other aspects. She had been asked to be in advertisements but she always refused, not wanting any publicity as a Nijiku.
Anyway, she was lucky to have Riyo. Riyo actually went to the same university as Zanka, unlike the rest of the Cleaners.
Zanka held her breath as she entered the crowded hallways, too packed to even look up to scan for someone she mightve knew. Zanka could only keep her head down and let her shaggy hair fall over her face. Glancing up at the locker '143', her fingers flew as she rushed to sort her stuff and leave immediately, lungs gasping for fresh air. Sliding her bag in and grabbing her laptop, she headed straight for the library, hoping to meet with Riyo later when the hallways calmed down. Zanka had a lecture later on anyway so she had a bunch of time to kill.
The coolness of the library air hit Zanka's face as soon as she stepped through the doors, sinking into the first chair she sees as a sigh of relief escapes her lips. Starting up her computer and tying up her hair into a little ponytail (practically a bun with how short her hair was), Zanka had offically started studying. She liked to time how long she was studying for, anything under 4 hours had to increase the amount of studying to do the next day. No matter how had she had tried...it never really seemed to stick for Zanka. She couldnt care less about this biology bullshit, she could stick needles into people if that is necessary? Opening the first page of the document that was set as an assignment for in a few months (Zanka liked to get a head start), she already wanted to slam her head into a table. What the hell does this crap even mean? Anyway, she had to continue onward...or else she might fall behind...
'No, it'll be okay, Im sure no one else is as far as me on this course!'
"Yoo!! Your a few topics ahead like me! Damn, need any help?"
Zanka couldn't help but send a glare as her head snapped towards the sudden voice. What the fuck is this girl's problem??...'Like me?'
Zanka's heart stopped for a moment. The most beautiful woman stood RIGHT BEHIND her right now, absolutely radienting confidence. Glowing, magenta eyes gleamed down at her with some sort of intent. Carefully twisted locks hung over Zanka's face, creating a curtain that blocked off his view of other people in the spaced out library and making Zanka move her chair in slightly as she realised how close the other woman actually was. Polished, well-kept jewellery adorned the delicate, bronze-tinted fingers of the beauty, adding more to her strange charm.
'Oh wow...'
Shit, nevermind, this is fucking Jabber Wonger.
Zanka had never personally spoke to Jabber, but definitely heard...stories. She was well known for the amount of fights she been in, being absolutely involved with drugs, and especially for her behaviour during parties. God, Zanka would love to see-...nah, she couldnt be thinking this shit about Jabber Wonger. Plus, she was a bitch.
Knowing all this, her heart didn't stop hammering in her chest.
"Wow...your work is incredible, why so formal though? It's only notes."
"Can you stop leaning over me?? Im right here dumbass..."
"God, no wonder I got warned you had a bad attitude!"
"Bitch, you got warned? How do you think your reputation is anyway?? Everyone under the sun needs to be warned about you!!"
...And that is how Zanka's conversation with the breath-taking girl continued.