Love talk

Mimoko nervously smiled as everyone tied up her hair with heart ribbons. "Um, why are you tying up my hair a bunch?"

"Cuz we can," Tadae smirked.

"I got more hair than her," Iori grinned.

"You're not a model."

"I'm still famous!"

"Come to think of it, I think you shave your head almost as much as Mimoko does."

Mimoko went bright red in the face.

"Nah, Mimo-chan's down bad for bald, I'm down bad for Oki-kun who loves his bitch smooth n' shiny," Iori blushed.

"Then why all the hair?"

"I'm gonna let him play with me."

Everyone turned to Iori in disgust.

"Lucky the teacher ain't here or both you and Tanabe-kun would be called in for counseling," Mimoko huffed.

"Hmm... Mimo-chan, you into Oki-kun?"

"Wh- NO! I don't have... No, I really don't have anyone I love enough to want to... marry..."

"What about Utami-chan?"

"Iori-chan, I do not see Utami-chan in that light," Mimoko glared.

...

Everyone gasped as Utami coughed up a glob of blood.

"A- Are you alright!?" the teacher cried.

"I... I feel like a part of my heart has shattered," Utami meekly smiled.

"THAT'S BAD YOU KNOW! COME WITH ME TO THE NURSE!"

...

"Oh yeah, what about Shouben-kun? You're childhood friends, right?" Iori grinned.

"No, I rejected him," Mimoko frowned.

"Well, yeah, no surprise there. I'd reject his wussy ass too if he confessed to me."

...

Everyone cringed in disgust as Yuusuke blasted out some snot onto his desk.

"Shousen-kun... Clean that up," Maida glared.

"Yes, ma'am," Yuusuke groaned.

...

"Iori-chan, I don't hate Yuusuke-kun. It's just, I don't love him. He just doesn't have the qualities I like," Mimoko scowled.

"Which are?" Iori asked.

"Hmm, I enjoy my time with them, they're good at chess, and I guess if they're good at complimenting my fashion. The average boy isn't exactly a Mizuse Niimi expert though."

"Noted, noted," Tadae mumbled.

"You're writing that down?"

"Yeah? This is big news."

"Lovely."