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aoi and sakura in sleepovers at murderschool (a pornography??)
Aoi is getting impatient. Hours ago, Sakura had promised to come and sleep over, and Aoi had waited around (besides a doughnuts run or two, when she heard Naegi trying to escape from Hagakure's rambling) in order not to miss her. She'd passed the time by working out some, of course--crunches were great for when you were looking for something to do!--but she was rapidly reaching the end of her attention rope.
"Sakura-chaaaan," she complains into her pillow. She longs to leave, to go looking for Sakura, but she was afraid to leave on her own, and on top of that she'd promised Sakura to be careful.
But what if something had happened to Sakura?! She's up on her feet almost as soon as the thought crosses her mind, and she snatches up her room key as she passes her bedside table, bustling to the dorm door.
She pulls it open. "Sakura-chaaaaan," she calls, just in case, and peeks her head out to look around for her.
"Sakura-chaaaan," she complains into her pillow. She longs to leave, to go looking for Sakura, but she was afraid to leave on her own, and on top of that she'd promised Sakura to be careful.
But what if something had happened to Sakura?! She's up on her feet almost as soon as the thought crosses her mind, and she snatches up her room key as she passes her bedside table, bustling to the dorm door.
She pulls it open. "Sakura-chaaaaan," she calls, just in case, and peeks her head out to look around for her.