"What colour... do you want to be?"
When I was asked such a question from an apathetic looking girl out of nowhere, I was more than a little surprised. I thought it to be some kind of rhetorical question, but somehow deep down, I knew it was more th...
Hello to those who have the power to read minds, because unless you have that power, you can't really hear what I'm thinking. Well, unless you aren't hearing these thoughts but rather reading them in some stupid light novel or fanfiction, which I doubt I'm a part of considering my rotten personality.
My name is Matsumura Yoshihiro. An average Japanese sixteen years old boy with nothing remarkable about him. Seriously, I'm so normal it makes me want to cry.
God, bestow me with some heavenly power so I can finally put an end to this world in your stead!
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There is no different sensation in my body. I'm still me.
Well, yeah. Here you go, no powers for me.
"Yoshihiro-kun, are you ignoring me?"
I looked towards the source of that voice to notice a beautiful woman sitting in front of me. She had dark hair with beautiful purple eyes, and if I'm not wrong, she is going to turn almost thirty this year but is still unmarrie-
There was a gust of wind. I felt a small graze on my cheek. I looked to my side to notice that it was a fist; a fist that barely missed my face.
My face paled.
"Uhm, Sensei? Did you just try to kill me?"
"... Oh, I'm sorry. My hand slipped." She shrugged her shoulders in a nonchalant manner before muttering, "I felt you were thinking something rude about me."
"It didn't look that way at all!" I sweat dropped and pointed a finger at her face, "That's why you are still single-"
There was no wind this time, well except for the one that got knocked out of me. She didn't miss this time, it connected with my stomach and damn it hurt! What are your fists made of woman? I pity the man who is going to marry you!
Hiratsuka Shizuka, my Homeroom as well as modern Japanese teacher, is a beautiful woman with dark hair that falls over her shoulders and reaches up to her shins, with beautiful purple eyes to compliment her appearance.
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She is very short-tempered, age-sensitive and touchy when it comes to her love life, so much so that she would go so far as to use violence against you if you were to call her out on being single.
My groveling form on the ground is proof enough for that.
"...W-Why sensei?..." I muttered weakly on the ground as the pain slowly started to regress, "..In class y-you said violence is never the answer..." I clutched my stomach with both my hands.
"I know what I said. Violence is not the answer, it's the question. And in this case, unfortunately for you, the answer was yes." She gave me a 'sweet' smile, "I hope you remember this the next time you speak of my marital status." I simply grunted in response to that.
