Toko... A quiet and reclusive girl at the school. She was, however, having Writer's Block. She was surrounded by a sea of crumpled pieces of paper, wondering and stressing over what to write...

"Think, Toko... Think! Think! What n-novel can I do this t-time...?"

She is now standing up and pacing, when she stops and lifts up her skirt to check her diaper... Full and browned, with a rancid smell coming from it... But Toko just sighed and left it, She had more important things then tending to her diaper.

"Come on... W-why can't I think of anything...?"