Mikan Sakura Yukihira hid herself on a wall, surveying her surroundings to check if the hallways are empty. She quietly made her way toward the lockers area. Searching for a certain locker number, she move her pointed finger in linear motion to scan the lockers.
She stopped. Her eyes staring intently at the locker with the number '119'.
'This is for you, Sumire. I'll let him have a taste of his own medicine.'
She pulled a bandana from her pocket and wore it across her face to cover her nose. With a bottle of spray paint in her hand, she shake it before finally executing her plan. The formerly plain white locker is now stained with profanities and shameful phrases written in capital letters.
Satisfied with her artwork, she removed the bandana and a playful grin formed on her angelic face.
"Serves you right, jerk."
She checked her wristwatch. Two minutes before class starts. Panic rose. She kept the spray paint inside her backpack and hoisted it on her shoulder, dashing her way to her classroom.
As soon as she arrived, she made her way to the back part of the classroom. She saw her friends engaged in a conversation which got interrupted by her presence.
"Then he said- Oh, Mikan!", Anna Umenomiya was the first one to noticed her.
"Good Morning, guys!", she greeted them.
"You're late again", Yura Otonashi remarked.
"What's new?", Hotaru Imai, her best friend, muttered, not tearing her gaze away from the book she's reading.
"Hey! I'm only one minute late. You guys should be proud of my improvement", Mikan said confidently as she sat beside her best friend and lay her head on her shoulder which Hotaru didn't mind.
"Care to tell us what took you so long?", Nonoko Ogasawara asked, putting one elbow on Mikan's desk which was behind her and placing her leg on top of the other.
Mikan lift her head but did not answer her question. Instead, she went to where Sumire Shouda, her friend who was still sulking from her recent breakup, was seated and gently tapped her.
"She's been like that since she came", Nobara Ibaragi commented, concern evident in her voice.
"A beautiful girl like you should not dwell on people who don't know how to take care of a person's heart. I already took care of it so you shouldn't be sad anymore."
Sumire simply stared at her dumbly, clueless of what Mikan's talking about.
"Huh?"
Mikan only smiled in response. However, the strangeness of Mikan's actions did not went unnoticed by her best friend.
'What did she do this time?'
The door opened as their professor came. Students went back to their respective seats and class began.