Enter a world of fantasy on day twenty-seven.
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Ritz Malheur glared hatefully at Marche as she had him pinned to the wall. The pink-haired girl had the boy trembling in fear at what she was about to do to him.
"Marche, if you tell ANYONE about what you just saw, I'll kill you."
She watched as the boy gulped in nervousness. "B-But wh-why w-would…"
"Don't! I mean it, Marche! I don't want anyone to know!" exclaimed Ritz as she dropped the boy and made her way back over to her desk.
The boy scrambled to stand up, dusting himself off as he did. "I still don't get it. Why don't you want people to know you dye your hair?"
This earned him another glare from Ritz, making him flinch. "I don't like my hair, that's why! I'd rather people think I have pink hair instead of white!"
Her anger and annoyance only grew as Marche gave her a confused look. "But white hair makes you look unique. I like it."
A slight blush dusted her cheeks as she kept up her glare. "Well I don't! People always used to make fun of me for having white hair and I don't ever want to go through that again!"
Turning back to her desk, she missed the frown that Marche gave.
"I wouldn't make fun of you."
"One person. Makes me feel so much better," replied Ritz with sarcasm.
"That's usually all it takes," stated Marche. "I like you, Ritz, so why would I ever make fun of you over anything? As I said, I like your white hair."
She clenched her fists, refusing to turn to look at him. She would not let her see the blush that now covered her face.
"J-Just go! And remember what I said! My threat still stands!"
A sigh could be heard before her door opened and closed. Glancing behind her, she let out a sigh of her own when she found that Marche left. Now alone, she placed her hand over her frantically beating heart in hopes of calming it down.
'Marche~'
FIN
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Wouldn't be the first time I wrote for a girl that dyes her hair pink for this project, since Mimi Tachikawa was featured in the first year.