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yslkook · 3 years

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summary: sora sets you up on a blind date, and the night ends up being an enjoyable, pleasant surprise. pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, kinda toxic friendship

Five minutes. Ten minutes. Then fifteen minutes. Then twenty-five. The waitress has come by twice already, giving you a look of sympathy when you sigh and give up on waiting.

He’s not coming, you realize with a sigh. You check your phone for any messages from him for the millionth time in ten minutes, only to see that you have no notifications waiting to be opened.

So you were really stood up. But maybe something came up? An emergency, maybe? You give him the benefit of the doubt until he has the opportunity to explain himself. But truly, you’re already over the excitement of a first date. A blind first date. You’re already over daydreaming over the potential of him.

Instead, your heart aches over the rejection. Perhaps there was no emergency. Perhaps it was you.

You leave the restaurant in a hurry, tipping the waitress despite not ordering anything except for a glass of water (that you hadn’t even finished). You leave before you can spiral through your thoughts in such a public place, knowing that tears are already pricking at the back of your eyes.

You walk aimlessly through the familiar streets of the city with blurry eyes. It was silly of you to get your hopes up over the mere idea of possibility. You had enough self-respect to know that he had done you so wrong, but it still didn’t soothe the hurt.

You never put yourself out there, not really. But when you do, this is what happens. You get stood up. It doesn’t help that the man you actually wanted to go on a date with had pulled away from you a little bit in the last few days.

This is just a distraction. From your own sad, frustrated heart. Frustration of yourself, mainly, for not really going after what you truly want.

Such is life. In a few hours, you’ll be okay. You know you’ll get over it soon. But for now, you just want to wallow in your self-deprecating thoughts.

Wallowing in your self-deprecating thoughts led you to a bar with dim lights and only a few patrons in it. It also led you into having exactly two shots and two drinks, resulting in your present tipsy state.

You’re alone and you could drop your head to the bartop and just cry and cry and cry. In some corner of your mind, you knew this was a bad idea.

Truly, it was not one of your best ideas.

You contemplate calling a friend to come pick you up, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You don’t want to talk to anyone. Or so you’ve convinced yourself.

Even the bartender looks at you like you’re pathetic. Maybe you are.

You start to cry despite your best efforts to hold it in, vaguely aware that your perfectly done mascara is streaking down your face in dark rivulets. The bartender looks alarmed and asks if there is anyone you can call.

You’re about to sob again and say no, there’s nobody. In your narrow mind, there is nobody, nobody who wants you-

But then your phone rings. And it’s Jungkook.

“H-hello,” You mumble, hoping your voice sounds more sober than you actually are.

“Why’d you pick up? Aren’t you on a date?” Jungkook asks, something teasing with an undercurrent of concern in his tone.

“I mean, I was…” You reply, desperately focusing your gaze on the edge of the bartop. As if that’ll keep your voice from breaking.

“No second date? He couldn’t get it up? Bet the guy couldn’t tell his head from his ass, huh-”

“He didn’t show up, Jungkook,” You say sharply, having possibly the first moment of clarity you’ve had all night, “He didn’t fucking show up, he didn’t text or call me, and now I’m drinking at a bar by myself.”

There’s a pause and then a dry laugh that pulls a watery laugh from you, too.

“Well, why didn’t you say so? Where are you? Let’s get drunk together then, baby.”

“Y’know what,” You slur, “I don’ care! I don’ give a sing- singular fuck-” You hiccup and glare at Jungkook, who is sitting next to you with amused eyes, not nearly as drunk as you are.

“Okay, party animal. Is that so?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow and pushes your glass of water closer to you.

He’s so close to you that you can smell his cologne and feel his warmth radiating through his leather jacket. His piercings glint with the dim light of the bar, but he looks as ethereal and demonic as ever.

You think his eyes flash red for a minute. You must be really drunk.

“Hell yeah,” You mutter, “Fuck that guy. Nobody ever wants what ‘m selling a-and I even waxed for this-”

Jungkook knows you’re good and drunk because you hardly ever open yourself up like this. At least in front of him. He’s never seen you so open, not even with your own mutual friends. It’s nice to see you with your guard down.

He wants what you’re selling, but that’s a conversation for later.

“Why didn’t you call Sora?” Jungkook asks bluntly, “Your annoying as fuck best friend would’ve come to pick you up, right?”

After all, she was the one who masterminded this entire disaster. Even if he was pouting over the fact that you were going on a date with someone who wasn’t him, he’s more concerned over the fact that you hadn’t even wanted to go. And yet, you still went because of some weird obligation you felt you owed Sora and this stranger.

It makes Jungkook’s chest burn.

Your face immediately falls and you take a large sip of your water, “She’s not around. She went to her parent’s place for the weekend.”

“Yoongi? Hoseok?” Jungkook sighs, “Who else would you fuckin’ call, baby?”

“You called,” You say quietly, looking up at him with swirling soft, dark eyes, “Besides, I just wanted to... sulk for a bit.”

Jungkook hates when you look at him like that. As if he has the answers to the entire universe, to the meaning of life. It makes him feel vulnerable, like you’re staring directly into his heart. He doesn’t know how Yunho could ever have stood you up- when you’d probably look at him the same way.

He doesn’t know how Yunho could ever have stood you up, when you look so pretty. Clearly, you had dressed up for the loser- your eyes bright and pretty against your makeup, your dark green blouse neatly tucked into your dark wash jeans and your oversized coat sitting pretty on your shoulders. Your lips are painted red and pulled into a pretty pout as you chew on your bottom lip. Thin, gold chains sit around your neck.

It annoys him. Annoys him that some asshole stood you up. Annoys him that some asshole hurt your feelings enough for you to find a friend in alcohol this way. Annoys him that your lips are about to bleed-

“Stop that,” Jungkook scolds lightly. You look at him in confusion and before you can say anything, he gently pulls your bottom lip out of the enamel cage of your teeth. Your breath hitches at his touch, heart immediately accelerating. “You’ll make your lips fuckin’ bleed. Is that what you want?”

Instead of answering, you take a swig of your water and avoid his intense gaze. Jungkook has always somewhat intimidated you, from when you had first met him (barely as acquaintances, when Hoseok had cheerily introduced you both) to now.

It’s not the piercings, the all black and the tattoos visible on his knuckles, his forearms, and the peek of ink on his neck. It’s his entire presence- he’s always felt so larger than life to you that he overwhelms you sometimes. Drives you to the point of silence, like now.

You’ve always been a little envious of him through the years (even from just being friends with him on the periphery) if you’re being completely honest. If he wants something, he just goes and gets it. And then there’s you- deliberating and contemplating every possible outcome before ultimately (likely) convincing yourself out of whatever it is. Especially if it proves to be an inconvenience to anyone around you.

“Who was the fucker anyway?” Jungkook asks abruptly, tearing you from your train of thought.

“Huh?”

“The asshole who made you cry,” Jungkook says breezily.

“Oh, uh. Yunho, he’s a friend of a friend of Sora’s,” You croak weakly with a feeble smile, “But it’s okay, I mean, I’m sure there’s a reason-”

“Don’t do that,” Jungkook hisses, eyes flashing once more at you, “Don’t make excuses for an asshole treating you disrespectfully. You can say he’s an asshole, you can tell him to fuck off. Did you even want to go?”

“I-I don’t know,” You say with wide eyes and a nod, “He’s an asshole and he can fuck all the way off, so far off that his head gets stuck up his ass-”

Jungkook lets out an airy chuckle, a smile that fills up his entire face and it makes your heart skip a beat. “Good girl,” Jungkook mutters, shuffling a little closer to you, “And if I ever see him around, I’ll kick his ass, baby. Don’t worry about a damn thing.

“Besides,” Jungkook nearly purrs, his tattooed hand dangerously close to your thigh but his fingers float upwards to dance over your chin, “You’re brilliant and pretty. It’s his loss. I don’t think you really wanted to see him anyway.”

You wish you could have said something suave to match his dark, balmy charm, but instead you just choke on your water and Jungkook laughs at you.

Jungkook’s only fatal flaw (in his humble opinion, at least) is that he’ll never say no or that he’ll never back down from a challenge. Much less a challenge from you.

Which is exactly why, about an hour later, he’s three shots and two drinks deep into an impromptu drink-off that you’ve challenged him to. The apples of his cheeks are flushed and your laughs are wild and uninhibited.

Your words are slurred, questions and answers spilling off of your tongue in a drunken haze. But you look so happy, you sound so much happier than you did when he had called you. Your cheeks ache from how much you smile and drunkenly giggle around him, and he always wants to see you like this.

Jungkook can recognize that much even through his own drunkenness. Your eyes are crinkled in mirth at something he’s said (he’s probably making fun of you), hands playfully shoving his shoulder.

He catches your hand easily- he’s tempted to thread his fingers through yours, if only to see the flustered look on your face and to see your reaction. What Jungkook wants, he gets.

So he pushes his fingers between the small spaces of yours, watching carefully for your soft gasp and the widening of your dark eyes. He grins at you, before pulling his hand away. It’s like a shock to the system, as if you’ve been doused with cold water.

“Whattsa matter?” Jungkook teases but you only level him with a glare.

“Don’t hold my hand,” You say sternly (as sternly as you can while being absolutely intoxicated) with furrowed brows, “If you don’t mean it, don’t hold my hand.”

“And who said I didn’t mean it, pretty girl?”

You hide your face from him yet again by taking another hearty swig of your drink, trying to ignore the burning in your face. You quickly change the topic, shifting a few inches further from him to create space.

Jungkook only laughs at how easy it is to fluster you.

Jungkook keeps his arm tight around your shoulders as you both walk through the now thinning streets of the city. It’s not as crowded as it was a few hours ago, but you’re clumsy and drunk.

He’s wary of people’s gazes on him and on you. You don’t seem to notice it, but he does. Jungkook always does- people are so quick to judge. Can’t seem to mind their own business.

But it doesn’t bother him, especially not when you feel as warm as you do against him.

You’re rambling about something- he doesn’t think he’s ever heard you speak this much ever- when you nearly trip on a misaligned edge of the sidewalk. But Jungkook catches you with a strong arm around your waist and scoffs at you.

“So fucking clumsy,” He rolls his eyes and you ignore him.

“You gonna tell Sora that her date was a dickhead with a micropenis,” Jungkook asks bluntly. You laugh (really, it sounds like a snort).

“That’s mean,” You mutter, “I can’t confirm or deny that claim. I guess I’ll text her later tonight…”

The truth was, Jungkook knew of Yunho. He was all stiff suits, slicked back hair, polite, prim and proper with a disgusting self-satisfied smirk that seemed to always be on his irritating face. The kind of guy with a five, ten, fifteen year plan. Probably a trust fund baby with retirement funds already squared away. Every single small thing planned out, right down to the detail with no room for veering off of the path.

It makes Jungkook question Sora’s agenda when it comes to you. Can your supposed best friend not know you to this degree?

Everything that makes Jungkook roll his eyes. Initially, he would’ve thought that that was your type. The kind of person that checks all of the boxes on paper. But he’s beginning to realize that maybe he doesn’t know you as well as he thought.

Why would Sora set you up with someone who stood you up?

If he had been quietly seething when he heard from Hoseok and Yoongi that Sora had set this date doomed to fail up for you, that was his business. Jimin and Taehyung took pity on him (after a few minutes of making fun of him), and had suggested he call you. He almost felt like Sora was doing this to spite him- ever since she caught him checking you out all those months ago, she’s had it out for him.

God, he hates her. Hates her judgemental eyes, the way she sticks her nose where she doesn’t belong. The way she makes you feel so small and manipulates you into her own bidding, and you don’t even realize it. He wishes you would.

All Jungkook knows is that he likes your smile, he likes hearing the intonations of your voice, and he likes the way your legs look in that one skirt he had seen you wear when he had seen you with Yoongi and Hoseok.

All he knows is that he likes you the most like this- your guard down, your eyes wide and shining at him. He can pretend that your eyes shine for him, for now.

After all, as Sora had so eloquently screamed at him- you’d never go for a guy like him. So he’s content with this.

But you surprise him when you gently ask him to come upstairs to your apartment once he walks you home. You tell him that it’s late, that he’s welcome to stay the night on your couch if he wants to.

(You nervously stammer a few times and scratch the back of your neck bashfully, but the offer is there.)

In the end, Jungkook declines, not wanting to cross a line with you that hardly exists. You tilt your head to the side in confusion with a slight pout but nod in understanding.

“Then wait here until your Uber arrives,” You say, handing him a glass of water.

So he does, toeing his shoes off as you welcome him inside. If Jungkook notices your nerves (you genuinely can’t remember the last time you had a man who wasn’t Yoongi or Hobi in your apartment), he says nothing. But he notices your not so sly glances his way, lingering on his eyes, his arms, his thighs.

Jungkook smirks to himself- he thinks your best friend knows nothing about you and what kind of person you would be into.

“Nice place,” Jungkook nods, glancing around your cozy condo.

“Thanks, I guess,” You roll your eyes and gesture for him to sit on the couch. Every inch of your apartment that he can see is covered by little notes of you in the mix of pastel and dark colors- the throw pillows, the coffee table, the television stand, the small record player that sits in the corner of your living room.

“Maybe you’ll invite me over, some other time, huh?” Jungkook murmurs. He thumbs your cheek and it takes every ounce of you to meet his hooded eyes. Your breath hitches, the sound loud in your ears, as you lean into the heat of his thumb.

“Jungkook,” You mumble, “Thank you. For hanging out with me after a shitty evening. I… I had fun.”

“I had fun, too,” Jungkook says honestly. You’re a little mesmerized by the shine and sparkle of his eyes. “We should do it again sometime, baby.”

With that, he leaves- just as he sees the flabbergasted expression on your face. It’s one he’s become accustomed to as of late. When you wave your fingers at him to say goodbye, he shoots you a wink and a smirk.

To his surprise, you blow him a kiss before closing the door in a hurry.

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artzystarlight · 7 years

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Bright Sky: Book 1: The Brightest Sky: Chapter 2

My newest book series! ^w^ ~Bright Sky is a book series of a team of eight students powered with magic in the magical world of Magicalia in Magicalia Capital Academy. The newest member and the one who started this all is Clarice Mizu, a typical teenage girl with more behind her than she knows of. She has transferred schools, meeting her team of friends. After meeting Sora Wayde, Blossom Cath, Jack Blizzard, Cole MacKenzy, Drake Energie, Mae Aria and Amber Blaze, her life takes a turn for both the best and the worse as they all go on multiple adventures with each other, which will soon turn into serious situations that revolve around each person, especially Clarice.~ I am extremely proud of this book series, and more is to come! ……………………………………………………………………………………………….

Chapter 2: Meet The Teams

“Well I’m guessing the two of you met already…” A girl with dark raven purple hair in a ponytail commented as she fixed her black circular glasses. Clarice had to take note on who everyone was, so she looked at each person’s outfit. The girl had a violet colored mini cardigan with a lavender colored shirt underneath. She also wore forest green cotton and polyester shorts and pale orchid colored flats.

“You were the girl who SLAPPED me when I helped you!” The boy stared down at Clarice, Clarice being a few inches shorter than he was.

“And YOU were the boy who CRASHED into me playing basketball and who didn’t even respond when I said thank you! I know you heard me damnit!” Clarice stared up at him, not giving a damn if she was shorter.

“Hey, are you new?” A girl with messy and ruffled bangs of her short copper hair covering her forehead questioned as her jade eyes stared at Clarice. She wore a red flannel shirt that had one short sleeve and the other part of the other shoulder was sleeveless. Underneath the flannel, she had a neon red undershirt along with lavender jogging shorts and pale blue sneakers with fat white laces.

“Yeah, I am.”

“HA!”

The laugh came from a tall guy with navy blue hair in a ponytail and onyx eyes. He wore a stone gray polo shirt, long snowy white slacks and formal black shoes.

“The first day of school and already you are crashing into a new student. Geez you really are a dumbass, huh Sora?”

The boy with red hair turned toward the taller guy when he heard the sound of his name. As he realized who it was, he became enraged.

“Goddamnit! I forgot I’m going to be in a team with the school heartthrob version of Elsa…except way more lame than Elsa.”

Later on, both their faces got up near each other and they stared at each other, obviously disliking each other’s presence.

“Oh shut up you little shit! You know you have to shut your damn mouth before everyone catches your stupidity!”

“Of course I talk stupid like this, you little red haired bastard. How else would you understand what I say?!”

“BOTH OF YOU DUMBASSES SHUT UP.”

Everyone turned to a boy who was shorter than all of them on the team. He had dark skin, tree bark colored hair and moon colored eyes. He wore a tangerine colored sleeveless shirt with a turtleneck-like collar. He had pale khaki shorts and white shoes that looked like a silver mixed shade of white instead of how the color white normally looks. One unique thing about him was he had fingerless gloves that were the same color of his shirt.

“FRICKIN HELL CAN YOU GUYS NOT ARGUE FOR ONCE WHENEVER YOU MEET?!”

“Cole’s right. Guys can we please not fight? We just got together as a team and we are already arguing…” A quiet and gentle yet crystal clear voice came from the shortest girl of the team. She had tan skin, sunny blonde hair that was wavy yet separated into thick strands and sea foam green eyes. She wore a ruffled magenta long sleeve shirt and had a medium length cream colored skirt with pale pink ballet flats. She wore a silver pendant necklace and a light and pale blue headband with white polka dots.

“Well you guys probably hang out together already. The only one who actually just got together with you guys is me since you all know each other so well. I’m new so…” Clarice explained in her normal voice, but was actually extremely nervous. She was always shy and quiet at first around people, so she wasn’t used to acting her normal self until she got comfortable around them.

“Nah. We don’t hang out, we just know each other. We see each other and will talk from time to time, but I wouldn’t consider us close.” A tall pale skinned boy with messy orange hair and had eyes that were almost pitch black. He wore a thick golden yellow long sleeved sweater that had a turtleneck-like collar as well. He had black wool pants and black sneakers that were easy to slip on anytime.

“So I’m guessing we introduce ourselves,” The girl with the copper messy bangs stood up and had a very ecstatic and energetic tone in her voice. “I’m Amber Blaze!” Amber stuck her tongue out in a silly fashion as her hand glowed an immense heat that later bursted into a flame. “And I love to draw, bake, play guitar and trumpet, make crafts, write stories, draw art and I can control fire! If I can describe myself in a few words, I am energetic, random, silly, hyper, but I am also easily angered and I can easily get stressed… ”

“Ok let’s try to not burn anything, Amber.” The girl with dark Raven purple hair patted the energetic Amber on her head, leaving her with a cute and blank pout. “My name is Mae Aria. I am known to be kind of-Ok very introverted and I prefer being around a small group of people. I love writing stories and drawing as well. I also enjoy reading books, I am in a few anime and cartoon fandoms, and I enjoy making AMVS and edits based off those fandoms. I would describe myself as a sisterly figure to people, mature, smart, quiet, lowkey sassy, strict to the point where I act mean, but yet I can also be kind at times. Oh I almost forgot,” Mae flicked her wrist in a circle until two figures formed in the both of her palms. Soon enough the figures formed two shining purple guns. “I have weapon magic, but I chose to mainly focus on gun summoning.”

“You forgot that you are also very tough and scary, Mae. You are probably the devil herself except more heartless.” Jack added until Mae stared at him and pulled a trigger, a shining purple sphere nearly hitting him and slicing part of his ponytail off as it exploded into a small purple cloud. He looked away as sweat droplets began to trickle down his forehead.

“Scary…” Clarice thought to herself as she stared at Mae as Mae just went back to reading her book as if nothing happened.

“Anyway…My name would be Drake Energie. I like watching action movies and tv shows, playing video games, watching cartoons, and playing football. I think of myself as an extremely extroverted, insane and hilarious class clown. I get in trouble constantly and goof off a lot but it all pays off in the end for me.” Drake grinned mischievously as he used his hands to summon a small chunk of the floor, but dropped it back into its place, showing his abilities to control the earth and ground around him.

“No it doesn’t! You get detention almost every frickin’ day!” Cole commented in complete awe as he wore a completely shocked expression.

“How about you go next then, Mr. I Get In Trouble Cause I Can’t Control My Damn Mouth? You know I get in detention cause I see you there with me as well!”

“Shut up Jackass…Uhm. My name is Cole MacKenzy and I have electricity magic. Such as shown here,” Cole flicked a small electric bolt off his fingertip and struck Drake with it, pushing Drake off his chair as an aftershock went through his body. Clarice began chuckling in shock as everyone stared giving their own certain reactions. “Yeah, anyway. I enjoy video games such as shooting games or games that require violence, watching shows such as live action shows and action movies and obstacle course shows, making origami, breaking stuff, bacon and basically anything that is fun yet gets me into trouble…I guess I’m a badass and rebellious troublemaker who gives zero shits about what the teachers say.” Cole silently said those last few words, knowing Drake would poke at him for saying that.

“I heard that.”

“Stay on the fucking floor Drake.”

“My name is Jack Blizzard. And if you call me Jack Frost I will fucking kill you. I am known to be very neutral or emotionless but I am cool, calm, suave, confident, cocky and chill. But I can actually get easily aggressive and I am lowkey a dick. I can control ice and snow, which explains my calm and cool demeanor. I prefer doing whatever the hell these guys will drag me into.” Jack explained, his eyes closed as he was tossing an ice shard in the palm of his hand.

“He’s scary too…Just like Mae…Hey I wonder if they would make a nice couple?” Clarice couldn’t restrict her shipping fangirl side as she stared at Mae and Jack who looked so chill and annoyed at the same time.

“My name is Blossom Cath but you guys can call me Blossom. I can control Light and Wind Flowing magic. I am known as a very kind, polite and caring student who always gets good grades and despite my height, I am actually like a mother figure to a lot of people at this school! I enjoy making my own crafts and accessories, fashion and activities to do with nature. I also enjoy baking some sweets! Maybe I can make some brownies for you, Clarice.” Blossom smiled at Clarice as a small blush crawled to her cheeks of pure shyness.

“I know how these girls are like. She is a perfect example of a cinnamon roll…” Clarice flashed a smile back as a voice interrupted.

“Ok I’m going to introduce myself…and hopefully you won’t slap me midway my description,” Sora made a certain expression gesture towards Clarice as she stared back in an annoyed pout. “My name is Sora Wayde and I can describe myself as a balanced person when it comes to personalities. I am seen to be calm, mature, cocky and have a normal demeanor like Jack Frost over here, but I am mainly extroverted, talkative, friendly, outgoing, fiesty, aggressive and passionate when it comes to emotions.”

“Hey, isn’t Sora Japanese for ‘Sky’?” Clarice’s eyes gleamed with interest as a smile slowly grew on her cheeks.

“Yeah it is…I was surprised you knew that since nobody knew what my name meant except me. My name relates to my powers, which is the ability to control the weather OF the sky, so I’m not copying Blossom’s powers.”

“Well then…I have a new nickname for you from now on! I’m calling you Sky from time to time!”

“Oh please don’t,” Sora stared at Clarice in the same annoyed pout she wore earlier as Clarice responded with a confident and playful smirk with her tongue shyly sticking out. “You’re turn now.”

Clarice flashed a confident and comfortable smile after she got to know everyone and easily described herself with ease.

“My name is Clarice Mizu and I am a new student, obviously! I used to control water before I transferred and they took my power orb away from my body system. I am known to be very shy and quiet when you first meet me, but once I get comfortable around you I am actually very friendly, silly, loyal, bubbly, energetic, fiesty, sarcastic, boyish, outgoing, and easygoing! I am also a fangirl, shipper, and member of multiple fandoms. However, I consider myself an ambivert since I can hang out with friends and hang out with myself. I like playing video games, reading manga and comic books, watching cartoons and tv shows and anime, writing stories and drawing art, listening and singing to music, and playing sports especially basketball. However, I didn’t enjoy basketball when SOMEONE crashed into me.” Clarice explained, lowkey throwing shade at one of her new teammates.

“Still holding onto that, huh.”

“Still holding onto me slapping you, huh?”

Sora pouted again and Clarice stuck her tongue out again, except this time she had a huge, positive and confident smile. She never quickly gotten comfortable around a group of people before…or quickly felt welcome.

“Okay Clarice, here. Time to get your powers.” Mae handed Clarice a box full of little orbs that had element and certain symbols that represented what powers they had. Clarice was ready to go grab the blue one with a water symbol and swallow it until she felt a hand knock it out of her reach. It was Sora’s.

“What the hell was that for Sky?!” Clarice asked annoyed until Sora pushed her cheek to his left direction.

“Look.”

A seemed to be new student who just popped a magic orb into his mouth began choking. Sounds of hacking and coughs filled the room as the body collapsed, the orb rolling out of his mouth. Soon enough, the orb seemed to absorb a mist coming from the person’s mouth and it gave off a mist that seemed to spread. A bunch of people caught in the mist collapsed as well. Whatever that orb was giving off, it was contagious and spreading fast.

“Jack-ass!” Mae yelled, signaling Jack to use his powers as Jack stared at her in anger.

“DON’T CALL ME THAT.”

Jack made a thin ice shield surrounding his team as Clarice witnessed everyone falling to the ground surrounding their shield.

“Wha-What’s going on?” Blossom asked scared until Clarice instantly realized the events happening in its domino effect.

Those magic orbs got poisoned, and it’s poisoning everyone else as well.

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