❝ 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒? 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇! ❞
𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞.
A highly unexpected or coincidental event, especially one that has an important or far-reaching influence on the future.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬.
For centuries, the...
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The instant (Y/N) stepped through the doors of her school, she was immediately swarmed by worried students.
"Sohma-san!" cried a second year, trying to reach her before another student elbowed him out of the way.
"Welcome back, (Y/N)!"
"Yo, (Y/N)-san! When will your new book hit the shelves?"
"Secretary Sohma, please read this poem I wrote!"
"No one wants to read that!"
"We heard you were sick! Are you alright now?"
(Y/N) winced, holding an arm out to prevent them from getting any closer to her. Transforming into the Fox in front of this many people would be cause problems for herself and others.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," she assured, trying to find a way to escape them. "Thanks for your concern! As for the book, it'll be out soon, so please look forward to that!"
She clutched her bag tighter, worried that once they knew she had the draft in there, they'd rip it to shreds in their excitement.
(Y/N) planned to visit her mentor Shigure after school for his input on her final draft before submitting it to the editor. She had just now realized it might be a bad idea to keep it in her schoolbag.
She walked faster, frowning as the other students quickened their paces too, like she was somehow controlling them.
"What about my poem?" insisted one of her classmates, jumping up and down so his head bobbed above the tall students.
(Y/N) smiled kindly. "Sure thing! I'll read it after class!"
She pushed the other students away gently, eager to escape the small crowd gathering around her. Her efforts were in vain however, because the student council president arrived and caused the crowd to surge forward, bumping into each other and falling like dominos.
A bespectacled third year carrying his bag stumbled, nearly knocking (Y/N) to the ground.
The girl moved instinctively, reaching out and grabbing hold of his shoulder, pushing him in a different direction so he wouldn't land on her and cause her to transform.
"Ah-I'm sorry," stammered the third year, embarrassed. "I was just trying to get through-"
She handed him his fallen bag. "Don't worry about it."
"Sohma-san!" called the president as she surveyed the crowd, her face scrunching up with disapproval. "You're back!"
At the sight of her, the other students started returning to what they were doing before (Y/N) arrived.
