Class 78th (Past)

*The small figure flops dramatically onto the pillow.* It's Monaca. Obviously.

Makoto: Hm? What is it, Usami?

l needed tell you something

Makoto: Sure, what is it?

maybe we friends maybe we more..how could he love a simple girl nextdoor..l just not the type he looking for..

*Monika*Hey! Sayori you doing okay

l having a difficult day..

*Monika* Oh Sayori who this?

he our club newest member!

*Makoto* that not set in stone!

*The figure suddenly pulls the rope even tighter, ignoring the blood* Pathetic until the end. *Your legs kick uselessly against the cold tile floor*

*eyes roll back as consciousness fades, hands going limp* mmm... *a weak, gurgling sound escapes before everything goes black*

*The rope goes slack* Finally.

*freezes, face burning red* i-i meant Makoto! Just… Makoto!

*Celestia smirks* "I see. Just Makoto, then."

*They all head toward Usami's room* Let's make sure she's okay.

*knock knock* Usami? It's Makoto... *quiet pause* Can we talk?

*Sayaka steps forward* Usami, we're worried about you!