After an unexpected encounter on a stormy night the second day of summer, the friendship between Naoto Hachioji and Sakura Inori grows into something more.
A fanfiction based on:
Don't Toy With Me, Miss Nagatoro (Ijiranaide, Nagatoro-san)
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Author's note:
PS: It's usually me giving EDew ideas and knowledge about the inner-workings of a young man, but this chapter was pretty much all her as far as "inner-workings" go. Today, we get to venture into the wacky and whimsical world of what young women now and then endeavor in the throes of combatting their own bodies and minds.
Too often do anime and manga creators rely on overtly risqué material and tedious fanservice to reach the audience. It's lowest common denominator drivel!
Sometimes the best ways to illustrate amativeness utilize more creative routes.
What I mean is that the funniest and most unpolished things in teenage life happen in the locker-room. You're in for some "locker-room talk" from the female perspective. The best kind of raunchy humor is the kind you don't have to go out of the way to show.
Consider it a learning experience if you're unversed. I have three younger sisters, and I kinda took care of them all (and my younger brother, ahead of them in age), my dad managing the farm and my mom teaching during the week in another city, so I've heard, seen, and have done some shit I don't exactly enjoy recollecting. I didn't have the best time when they became teenagers, lemme tell ya! Thankfully, they could mostly take care of themselves and each other at that point.
ED: In solidarity with my editor, yes, we girls sometimes talk like what you're about to read. Maybe it'll teach Naoto to mind his own business~. When girls don't have guys around to impress (or when we think we're safe or don't care about offending other girls), we'll say anything and can behave like complete slobs.
I ran and played volleyball and tennis in high school, and things got pretty gross behind closed doors. Things could get pretty bad in more public places too.
There's also some "feels".
The dub stinks.
Ask us anything, and we'll add a Q&A section in the next chapter. I would be happy if you ask questions.
Please enjoy what I wrote.
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Thursday, July 11, 2018
Naoto Hachioji was in a productive mood that morning. A good night's sleep following a pleasant evening had lit a fire under him, and he'd be making it to school before 7:00 a.m., hoping to get an hour of studying in, tucked away in the art room.
The previous night's homemade pan of paella had been a treat for his parents as well as himself, making for a fine dinner. Yes, it had taken a good hour for Naoto to make—even with the ingredients set up—but it had been worth it. He'd somewhat reluctantly taken a day off from studying with Sakura Inori and Hana Sunomiya for the occasion, but a change of pace didn't hurt, and he was loath to miss a chance to sit and eat with both of his parents.
