Mikan had straightened Hina's body and stood up, feeling a newfound sense of power coursing through her veins. It was like she was in control for once, and she relished in the feeling. She took a deep breath, walked out of the room, and headed to school.

As she entered the classroom, she noticed a group of girls huddled together, whispering and giggling. She heard her name being mentioned, and her heart sank. Hina had always been the target of their cruel remarks. She was a quiet, introverted girl who never seemed to fit in with the other kids. From elementary school to middle school, she had endured a constant stream of teasing, taunting, and name-calling from her peers. They would make fun of her clothes, her hair, her voice, and her interests, always finding some new way to belittle and exclude her.

Hina had tried to ignore the bullies and keep to herself, but it was hard when they seemed to be everywhere she went. She would dread going to school each day, knowing that she would be subjected to their cruel remarks and snickers. It had taken a toll on her self-esteem, making her feel like she was a weirdo and a failure.

But this time it was different. Mikan felt a wave of anger wash over her, and before she knew it, she had marched up to the group and slammed her hand down on the table, startling the girls.

"What's so funny?" Mikan demanded, her voice shaking with rage.

One of the girls, a known gossip, snickered. "Oh, nothing. We were just talking about how you always look so weird and creepy."

Mikan felt her blood boil. Without thinking, she reached out and grabbed the girl by the hair, pulling her towards her. The other girls gasped in shock, but before anyone could react, Mikan slammed the girl's head onto the wooden table with a sickening thud. The sound echoed through the room, and Mikan could feel the shockwaves reverberating through her hand. The girl's body went limp as she slumped to the ground, blood trickling from a wound on her forehead.

Mikan felt a rush of power surge through her as she watched the girl's body crumple to the ground. She had always been an outcast, a nobody, but now she had the power to control others. The Dream Pill had given her a newfound sense of strength, and she relished in it.

The thud of the girl's head hitting the table filled Mikan's ears, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sickening sound. It was as if she was finally able to release all the pent-up anger and frustration she had been carrying inside for years.

The screams of the other girls were like music to her ears, a symphony of fear and panic. Mikan felt an overwhelming sense of control over the situation, and for the first time in her life, she was the one calling the shots.

As she walked away from the scene, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt creeping up inside her. But she quickly suppressed it, reminding herself that she was in control now. The other girls were nothing compared to her, and they would do well to remember it.

Mikan smirked at the thought of the other girls cowering in fear of her. She had always been invisible to them before, but now they would have no choice but to acknowledge her power. And she was determined to make sure they never forgot it.

Mikan's heart pounded with excitement and adrenaline as she ran out of the school. She felt a sense of freedom that she had never experienced before, and she knew that she would do whatever it took to keep that feeling alive. She was in control now, and nothing could stop her.

She skipped school and spent the day at various places, taking the Dream Pill and reveling in the rush of power it provided. She wandered into a game center, where she played all the games she had never dared to play before, easily racking up high scores and impressing the other players. She even managed to win a prize from one of the claw machines, something she had never been able to do before.

At the purikura booth, she took silly photos of herself, sticking out her tongue and making funny faces. She laughed at the pictures and felt like a kid again. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so carefree. The joy she experienced was something she had never felt before and it was exhilarating.

Moving on to the dessert cafe, Mikan ordered a full load of sweets using her father's credit card that she had stolen in the morning. She savored every bite, relishing the taste of the rich chocolate cake and the creamy ice cream.

"This is the best thing ever!!!"

 she moaned, feeling a sense of decadence she had never experienced before.

But the most thrilling part of her day was when she climbed to the top of the Ferris wheel. She danced on top of the wheel, her arms spread wide, laughing and shouting with joy. The view from the top was breathtaking, and for a moment, she felt like she was on top of the world. She felt free, unencumbered, and in control.

 She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the feeling of the wind in her hair and the sun on her face. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, and it was intoxicating.

As the day drew to a close, Mikan in Hina's body walked into the house, jumping and dancing past her heated parents, who were too distracted to notice her. She walked into her room, feeling a sense of peace and contentment she had never known before. Her mind was clear and her heart was light, and for the first time in her life, she felt truly happy.

She threw away all her belongings, not needing them anymore. She took one last Dream Pill and calmly fell onto her bed with a smile. She knew that she was losing control, but for the first time in her life, that didn't scare her.

She was free, and she was happy. Her newfound sense of liberation was overwhelming, and she couldn't imagine ever going back to the way things were before.