Chapter 3: My Friend I

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"You're early again, Kyou-kun."

"...."

"Hm? What's wrong?"

"You're actually late."

"Ah, is that so? Sorry, I got held up a bit back at home."

"Hn."

"Say, did you know? Mizuki-chan is going to come back soon. This time, she's going to continue the rest of her school days here."

Mizuki? Ah, that girl from before.

"That face tells me you don't remember her, do you? Kyou-kun, this time you have to apologize to her, okay? You were pretty mean to her when she was here last time."

Pretty mean? I thought I was mean to everyone. At least, that's what they all said.

And since when has she began to order me around? This girl is just-

"Wait, why do I have to apologize to her again?"

"Seriously, Kyou-kun? Look, Mizuki-chan just wants to be your friend and yet you treat her pretty badly so that's why you have to apologize."

"That's all? I'll pass."

"Kyou-kun! Don't be like that!"

"Be like what? First off, why would I even listen to you anyway?"

"w-Well yo-.....I.."

"See? That's what I thought. Now if that's all that you want to talk about then don't bother me. I want to sleep."

"...why do you always act like this?"

Wants to be my friend? Heh, what a joke. There's no way I would be friends with you lot.

There's no point in being friends with anyone.

Not even you.

...

"k-Kyou-kun, the teacher's here. Come on, wake up."

".."

"Kyou-kun!"

"Kyou-kun!"

"Yagami-kun."

"Yagami-kun."

"Nngh."

Slowly opening up my eyes, I realised that I had been sleeping during recess.

Crap! We still have classes!

I stood up from my seat and fixed my hair a bit. Kamiya who had also realised what I'm trying to do, cleaned up her lunch box and also stood from her seat.

"Thanks for waking me up, Kamiya."

"You're welcome."

We managed to arrive in class before class starts and so we went to our seperate seats.

I looked at where Kamiya is headed and found out that her seat is at the other end of the class. Boy, that distance between us sure is something.

After sitting down, I looked at the front to see Kagamine fidgeting around while he glances at me from time to time.

What's wrong with him? Is he... afraid of me? No, that can't be. Why would he even be afraid of someone like me?

Then, what?

It wasn't long after class started that suddenly Kagamine throwed me a piece of folded paper.

Unfolding it, on the paper it reads:

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