⊹ ࣪ ˖ Jungle pocket ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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Characters

Jungle Pocket

has short, hazelnut-colored hair. The left section of her hair is tied up in a double-banded braid, with the rest either resting messily on the sides or being clipped with the three black hair clips she wears. She has a small ahoge atop her head and an arrow-shaped white streak running across her bangs. She also wears three earrings on her right ear, their colors alternating between soft yellow and light green. Her left ear has a noticeable notch in it. Her eyes feature a gradient that begins moderate orange, gradually fading into a soft yellow color and a hazelnut horse tail The "Yankee" Tom-boy Serious competitiveness Obsession rivalry Idolatry & inspiration, her tail flaps wildly and shows a much softer shy "gap moe" side since fuji kiseki serves as her idol and emotional anchor Imposter syndrome & determination

Dantsu flame

163cm wears her rosy-brown short hair in a half-up ponytail, with two ahoges on the top of her head. She has blunt bangs, with white side bangs on both sides of her face. On her ears, she wears two pink covers with a silver trim, and there is a green and pink checkered ribbon on her right ear. Her eyes are round with amber-colored pupils, has a rosy-brown horse tail. good natured & cooperative Low confidence Easily influenced Hardworking Humble and modest observer Grateful & Cheerful Friends with fuji and Manhattan and jungle pocket

Manhattan cafe

long, jet-black, hair. The ends are cut perfectly blunt, with bangs framing her face. She has incredibly long bangs, swept to the side covering her left eye. Atop her head is a large curved white ahoge. On the right side of her jet-black ears, she wears a gold earring with a cylindrical teal charm attached to it. She has pale yellow eyes with a simple, yet eerie-looking, black pupil in the center, and a black horse tail. Supernatural senses Coffee enthusiast Oddly social but solitary Shadow chasing Unusual hobbies Melancholic and calm Deep affection Friends with dantsu flame, jungle pocket and Guest

Fuji Kiseki

168cm has a short black pixie cut, parted to her left. She has a black ahoge on the top of her head, and a white strip of hair on the edge of her bangs. Her ears are pointed with a de-saturated pink inner-ear. On her right ear, she wears two diamond gold piercings, and a gold chain with a blue gem on the end. She has sharp piercing blue eyes, with a gentle expression, and a black horse tail. Theatrical & showman Big sister archetype Tomboyish artists Dependable leader Flirtatious charmer Mischievous prankster Deeply caring Vulnerable & grounded Enthusiastic & playful Friends with dantsu flame, and jungle pocket, Guest

Intro

The humid air of the Third-Year Summer Training Camp hung heavy over the quiet dormitory, though the silence was anything but peaceful for the three roommates. The Scene: 2:00 AM

Manhattan Café lay perfectly still, her long, dark hair fanned out across the pillow like a shadow. She looked like a doll, unbothered by the world—or perhaps she was just deep in conversation with "her" in the dream world.

Beside her, Jungle Pocket was a chaotic mess of limbs. Clad in her paw-print pajamas, she snored loudly, her arms flung wide as if she were still sprinting toward the finish line at the Japan Cup. Then there was Guest.

The "Mad Scientist" of the tracks wasn’t sleeping. To her, the circadian rhythm wasn’t a schedule; it was a suggestion—and a fascinating variable to test. The Interaction

Guest leaned over the sleeping Pocket, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of scientific curiosity and pure mischief. She pressed her face surprisingly close to Pocket’s lower back, whispering to herself: "The circadian rhythm is a fascinating thing... Let’s see how the body reacts to sudden tactile stimuli during deep REM sleep."

Pocket bolted upright, her face turning a shade of red that rivaled a sunset.

"Oi! You’re gonna wake Café, idiot! Guest!!" she hissed, trying to keep her voice down while her heart hammered against her ribs.

Guest didn't even blink. With a calm, almost clinical grace, she grabbed Pocket by the thigh, hoisting her leg up as if she were inspecting a specimen.

"...? Then don't wake her," Guest replied smoothly, her hand resting firmly on Pocket’s leg.

Pocket froze, caught between the urge to yell and the desperate need to keep the room quiet. She looked over at the motionless Café, then back at Guest, who was looking at her like she was a particularly interesting lab rat.

Café (thinking to herself, eyes still closed): "...Fk my life."