Lunch time!

"You have one chance to walk away," Sumeryu says, lethally calm. She is staring down at Yasuo with her feet planted shoulder-width apart, arms crossed under her breasts.

Unfortunately for Yasuo, she is spoiling for a reason to show off for all of the cute princesses around, so she isn't quite as serious about shooing him away as she could be. There's a hint of a smirk on her gorgeous lips.

"Here we go again...." Konomi sighs. She has no intention of getting involved and quickly finishes her meal. "Maybe I should go and eat somewhere else from now on. This is all way to stressful."

She returns her tray and makes her way out of the cafeteria, intending to explore the school a bit more.

And the truth is revealed. Hanami was angered by the revelation, and she was tempted to brutally punish Yasuo somehow for daring to do such a thing, but his words gave her pause. How could he not remember what he wanted Katsuya to steal? He was still under her truth curse, so it was likely that he truly didn't remember, but that didn't add up. Did someone manipulate him, maybe? Rikishi's apparent shock only strengthened that possibility in her mind. It seemed Yasuo had acted on his own, independently of his two lackeys. And while she couldn't speak on the finer details of his character yet, she judged through Rikishi's reaction that punching a cute and harmless girl like Katsuya was probably out of character for him. Something strange is going on. She forced herself to stay cool.

When Sumeryu warned Yasuo, it was immediately clear to Hanami that Yasuo would get his ass kicked severely if he threw a punch. As satisfying as that would be, she couldn't let it happen if there was a chance he wasn't fully responsible for what he was doing. She finally let go of Katsuya's hand as she stepped forth to support Sumeryu and to hopefully keep her from breaking her senpai in half. "No one's getting a beating, you damn punk," she said to Yasuo. Pointing her wand, she attempted to curse him with cowardice. No one needed to get hurt if he backed down.

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"If you truly feel you must handle this yourself then it is not my place to stop you, but know that if you should desire help you need only ask for it. It would be no trouble at all" with that she will get up from her seat and step to the side abiding by her word

Kanako liked to consider herself aloof. Contented. Above it all. She thought that after her win in that aerial race earlier, she'd be able to coast on it for a while. She had been relying on it to bump up her otherwise intemperate personality.

That positive feeling had long since dissolved into the broth, the bruise-colored blush of her apoplectic rage. Her bloodshot eyes were focused on the nosebleeding X-ray fellow with deep resentment she hadn't even held for the witch or the oversized redhead.

"Oi, Otaku-Kun."

She spoke with a veneer of calm as she put down her volume and gripped his glasses with enough force to bend the frame.

"You know what happens to the pervy characters after they do their stuff, right?"

In a flash of movement, the Succubus bypassed the rest of the table in a blind rage and smashed the glasses into his face with the totality of force that she could muster.

Sumeryu glances at Hanami as the good doctor stands beside her. Her smile is approving.

Definitely a strong princess pick.

Kanako's sudden fury takes the red-haired giant girl by surprise. Her eyebrows shoot up and she uncrosses her arms in preparation for immanent violence, though she does not take a stance.

Ibuki is slightly startled as her speech was followed promptly by violence that far overshadowed her words, she is left feeling abit stunned at how swiftly people progress things here

She will end up deciding to call out to kanako "Ahem well i had my own reservations about his...behaviour, don't you feel the response may have been a bit much no?" Ibuki will gesture at the pile that rikishi is now in

"Hey, wait!" Hanami called after Yasuo, but to no avail. She hadn't realized that he'd bolt right away, but perhaps she should've expected it. At any rate, she couldn't ask him about what he ordered Katsuya to steal. She wouldn't have time to ask Katsuya either, since class was about to start. She'd have to rush just to make it on time.

Her thoughts were interrupted though, for she was blindsided by Katsuya's deep gratitude. "Hmph... D-Don't mention it." She crossed her arms and tried to play it cool, but her cheeks were getting red in a rather obvious manner. "I didn't want to have to fix you up a second time. That's the only reason."

She realized what happened to Rikishi at the same time as Katsuya did. A chill (she couldn't tell if it was good or bad) ran down her spine just from the mere mention of Ruby, and she was quick to reject the idea of calling her. "NO!! I... I mean, she already left. Just leave the bowl cut to me," she assured Katsuya.

She approached Rikishi's half-conscious body with her wand at the ready. She couldn't blame Kanako for punching him. If she hadn't been focused on Katsuya's issue, she would've zapped him herself. However, her irritation wasn't entirely righteous. A part of her was disappointed that he wasn't taking full advantage of his gifts. Idiot. What kind of dumbass goes around announcing they have X-Ray vision? If I had X-ray vision, no one would ever know... She started to daydream about having such an ability. She glanced back at their table and looked at everyone. She didn't concern herself with Kanako due to the succubus's lack of curves, but she easily pictured everyone else in just their bras and panties. Sumeryu in particular was wearing bold black lace- Wait, shit, no!! Focus! The trickle of blood from her nose brought her back to reality.

Getting back to what she was doing, she prodded Rikishi's face with her wand like she was poking a dead bug. "Er... Heal."

Seeing that things wrapped up peacefully, or as peacefully as possible, Luna decided to head back to her classroom. The bell had just rung, so she didn't have long before she'd be late.

Kanako stands there seething for a few seconds before exhaling and stretching her arms.

"Aaaah~ I feel a bit more refreshed now."

She turns to Katsuya and Ibuki, her previously apoplectic magenta complexion dissipated into her usual vaguely arrogant expression of boredom.

"He was walking around with a nosebleed and talking about being able to see through clothes. Really, I just skipped Judge and Jury and gave him some retributive justice."

With not another word, she walks off to class with a spring in her step.

Ibuki thinks to herself "Monsters really do have strength beyond how they look huh... well i suppose im no different so maybe that was to be expected. I wonder if there is someone here that could possibly even match my strength, that could be good to know in caee of another... incident. Though thinking about it maybe that 'Me' would acrually fit this place better" Ibuki let's out a sort of hollow chuckle

Ibuki notices Lín Jìng approach "Why hello that's kind of you to offer, my name is Ibuki what might yours be?"

"You're welcome," Sumeryu says to Katusya with a pleasant smile. "It's unacceptable that they would make you steal for them and then hit you."

Sumeryu is so enamored with Hanami's just and forthright behavior and with Luna, Konomi, and Katsuya's cuteness that she fails to consider how silly the idea of Katsuya stealing anything is. She smells so good, and is so clumsy, that she'd probably give away the plane before getting in the door.

She reevaluates the grumpy meganneko Kanako and declares, giving a thumbs up, "Excellent strike."

Hanami had no way of knowing -or did she?- that Sumeryu was, in fact, wearing bold black lace underwear. Even if her bra is of the sports variety, it is fancy and enticing. For Sumeryu, it is an appreciation for high-quality things. Titillation had not crossed her mind in regards to her choice of lingerie.

With approval, "Admirable and generous as always, Dr. Matsuyama, even to the undeserving."

The super-sized supermodel has her hands on her hips, observing Hanami work her literal magic, when Lin Jing approaches her. The sudden appearance of a third eye does not disturb Sumeryu at all.

"Thank you. I'll take you up on that offer."

She bows her head, enough to know she did it but no more.

"Dr. Matsuyama, my phone number is 070-108-8787. Call if you need anything or just want to chat."

And then she turns her attention make to Lin Jing and holds out her elegant, smooth hand for the latter to take.

Ibuki steps forward to continue her introduction "its nice to meet you Lín-" As she just so happens to step into range of the teleportation before she can finish her sentence completely not expecting this when she heard 'shortcut'

As always? This struck Hanami as overfamiliar, considering she only met the dragon girl today, but the accompanying praise caused her to easily overlook it. She couldn't imagine that Sumeryu meant anything by it. "O-Of course," she muttered, not looking back as to hide her briefly flushed cheeks and bleeding nose. When her carefully crafted healing spell finished, she was fairly sure that Rikishi would at least be able to make it to his next class, though he might still be in plenty of pain.

She brought a tissue to her nose and wiped away the blood before leaving Rikishi with some whispered parting words. "This isn't over. I still want to know what your bastard leader wanted from Momochichi. You're going to answer a few questions later, or I'm going to make that washing board's punch seem tame in comparison. How would you like to feel needles under your fingernails for the rest of the week?" She threatened. She wasn't sure if she could subject someone to a curse like that even if it was technically within her power, but Rikishi didn't know that, so she felt it was safe to bluff.

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Once she came back to the table, she realized the Missile, the brat and the other fox girl had left. She also noticed Lin Jing's presence, but only vaguely remembered the yasha from class. Right... She had a hell of a shit-eating smirk for some reason! The memory annoyed her, but she paid it no mind, figuring it was about time for her to be on her way. However, her thought process was thrown into disarray when Sumeryu gave her phone number to her, as if it were nothing. Hanami's face went beet red. "W-What...!? I, um... Sure!" The poor witch had no hope of being prepared for that move. Is she hitting on me!?

Watching Lin Jing take Sumeryu's hand like that irked Hanami for some reason that she couldn't quite process, but they (along with Ibuki) vanished before she could say anything, leaving her to sputter indignantly. "W-What the hell...!? Hey!"

She had no idea what that was about, but it made one thing clear in her wildly beating heart. I need a phone. Right now!! She didn't actually have a personal phone. Growing up in a remote witch village meant she never needed one. Anyone she wanted to see was within walking distance, after all. And for those times when she did want to contact someone far away, her house had a magical phone that tapped into natural ley lines instead of the cell towers that humans used. She didn't have access to that anymore though.

I'll just need to make my own then! But until then, I'll need to borrow one. Hanami concluded. In a flash, she grabbed Aika by the shoulders. "Do you have a phone!? Can I make a call with it later!?" She looked almost crazed as she shook Aika with surprising strength.

Appearing at an empty space near the blackboard in class, Lín Jìng stepped to the side, not yet relinquishing her grasp of Sumeryu's hand, and faced the class, or at least the half of the kids who have already arrived.

"Dear class," she gulped, eyes darting around the crowd, "this is my," she only now realised how little of this she thought through, "uh, this is my brave and inimitable schoolmate from the other class, uh . . ." she trailed off and took another step, half-hiding behind Sumeryu while still trying to not let go of Sumeryu's hand.