Hashing and Salting

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Perhaps unsurprisingly, the school’s rich bitch took slight issue with eating in a large, loud hall with cheap food and an interior that prioritized function over form. Still, the cafeteria had an undeniable charm, and that charm was that it was the only place on campus that sold hot food. Begrudging visits to the court turned into regular and, dare she say, enjoyable breaks in the school day. It had been where she was forced to learn that cheap didn’t always mean bad, since the school rarely spared expenses for its charges. Most importantly, if one listened carefully, there was a lot to learn from lunchtime gossip.[break][break]

Emi couldn’t pinpoint exactly when she’d heard of the girl she was hunting, but it had been during one of her many eavesdropping sessions. It had only taken a few abrupt questions to very confused juniors for her to find out who she was after, and it would barely take her a minute to eye her in the cafeteria. The amount of grey-haired teenage girls could be counted on one hand, even at a school for mutants, and after a false start with a girl that definitely didn’t have mismatched eyes, she’d found her girl.[break][break]

A tray of food hit the table, and a moment later she plopped herself on the seat opposite her. A quick-witted student would notice that even when forced into a uniform, Emi had managed to personalise her look. Her blazer had been given the tailor’s touch to give it the perfect fit; the studs in her ears weren’t gems, but salt crystals achieved the same effect. She set down a bowl of chicken katsu curry on the table.[break][break]

Eager eyes locked with Poemu’s. Blue and pink confirmed that she’d found her mark, and good thing too – there were only so many times she could drop in on first-years before it got weird. Were there other students at the table? If there were, they’d do little to dissuade her, though they’d no doubt be confused as to why a third-year had graced them with her presence. The golden gaze and a grateful smile were all for the techie. “You know, I’ve really warmed up to curry day here. It’s a simple dish, but that doesn’t stop it from being just- Mwah!” The chef’s kiss punctuated her words.[break][break]

“Food talk should probably wait until after we’re done, though. You’re Poemu-chan, right?” A rhetorical question, judging by how little time she gave the girl to respond. An elbow on the table showed her casual disregard for table manners, but only so she could use her hand as a headrest. “Glad to finally meet you! I’m Emi Ryoko Tachibana – third-year student, vlogger, streamer, fashionista, etcetera, etcetera. What about you?"

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