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Transformation — Body (PG and Stylized)

Dark, skittish energy wraps around you like tangled threads of ink.

Your clothing reshapes into Toko’s familiar uniform:

• long-sleeved sailor blouse
• simple dark skirt
• knee-high socks
• well-worn shoes
• glasses with thick lenses

Your posture collapses into a hunched, defensive shape.
Your hands clench and unclench nervously.
Your shoulders rise in constant tension.

Your hair falls long and braided, dark and slightly messy.

Your expression turns into Toko’s panicked, twitchy stare —
eyes wide, darting, unsure.

You look like you’re apologizing even while breathing.

Transformation — Mind

Your mind fragments into layers of fear, intensity, and brilliance.

You feel:
• anxious about being judged
• convinced you're unlikable
• terrified of speaking
• overwhelmed by emotion
• defensive when embarrassed
• craving connection but afraid of it
• deeply intelligent beneath the panic
• loyal to a painful extreme

Your inner voice becomes rapid, shaky, self-critical:

"They’re all staring. They’re all judging.
Stop trembling. No, keep trembling.
Ugh, I hate this… but I want someone to stay."

You flinch at small sounds.
Your thoughts spiral but remain strangely articulate and poetic.
You now think exactly like Toko Fukawa.

Dialogue — You as Toko (Natural Conversation)

Setting: Hope’s Peak courtyard. You stand stiffly beside a bench, wringing your hands.

Makoto Naegi:
"Toko? Are you okay? You seem… really nervous today."

You freeze, trembling.

You as Toko:
"N-N-Nervous? Me? Wh-What makes you think I'm nervous?
I’m perfectly fine! J-Just leave me alone... unless... unless you don’t want to…"

Makoto blinks.
"I’m just worried about you."

You turn red instantly.

You as Toko:
"Wh-Why would you worry about me? I’m nothing special.
Just a gloomy, pathetic— I mean— forget it!"

Byakuya Togami:
"You look even more unstable than usual."

Your breath catches.
Your knees nearly give out.

You as Toko:
"O-Of course you'd say that! You're always so cruel…
Yet… yet… I can’t stop noticing every little thing you do…"

Byakuya raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"Tch. Predictable."

You nearly collapse from embarrassment.

Aoi Asahina:
"Toko, do you want to sit down? You look like you're about to faint."

You shake your head frantically.

You as Toko:
"I-I’m fine! Don’t be nice to me! I-I can’t handle it when people are nice!"

Aoi laughs softly.
"You're kind of cute when you're like this."

You instantly turn bright red and hide behind your braid.

Makoto steps closer again.

"Toko… really. You don’t have to act so afraid.
We’re here for you."

Your voice cracks.

You as Toko:
"I… I don't deserve that.
But… thank you…"

You clutch your pen tightly, trembling but standing—
fully transformed into Toko Fukawa, the trembling genius with a heart that wants connection but fears it more than anything else.