Kazato Igarashi... A young man who doesn't seem to care about his own wellbeing nor others after what transpired in his dark past. He could simply want nothing more than to live his life being a loner and to have his own peaceful times. However, his...
The sounds of bells were ringing, and a group of people was in a cathedral wearing decent suits and dresses appearing for a wedding. Well... mine and Fuutarou's wedding. We were both sleeping inside a room.
Man: Mr. Grooms! Please, wake up.The brides are ready. He said trying to wake us up as our eyes opened up taking a glance at our surroundings before noticing him. The two of us looked at one another as we share a nod and go to commence the biggest day of our lives.
We were both at the center in front of our friends and loved ones as I stood behind Fuutarou while I spoke to him.
Kazato: I can't believe this is happening. It's almost unbelievable. I said to him.
Fuutarou: Yeah but, it would've been like this sooner or later. He softly replied as we both saw them, our brides.
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Fuutarou: Barbecue beef combo. Without beef. A boy with a bowl haircut asked the lunch lady. And that boy turned out to be my childhood friend, Fuutarou Uesugi the smartest student in this damn school who doesn't have a single friend in his life. Well, except me.
Kazato: And I'll have the same as him. I ask the lady as she left to come back with our order.
As we took our food and started walking towards our usual spot. But I couldn't help that people were glancing at us and even murmuring. Not that I care or anything but at least I need to learn when to keep their mouths shut before I do something crazy.
Oh yeah, that's right I forgot to introduce myself my name is Kazato Igarashi. I'm 17 years old born in the year 2000. And as you can see, I'm a high school student like my friend Fuutarou here. As you can see I'm not the very least likable person in this school. And you must be asking why that is. Well, let's just say I'm not the type of guy to be messed around with.
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But by the time we reached our table Fuutarou's lunch tray collided with someone else's lunch tray. I looked at the person and realized it was a young red-haired girl with this star-like accessory.
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