𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏 𖥻 𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀

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"𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀, we're here!" bachira's voice was heard throughout the cafe, and luckily no one else was there other than his friend and a girl who had an apprenticeship there.

[F/N] sighed, hearing a loud sound that literally hurt her ears, but inside she was glad to have some company from the very morning.

"oh, what are you doing here so early?" she asked, even though the answer seemed obvious. not the first time bachira sneaked out of school, due to laziness, and always dragged isagi with him who couldn't refuse.

"bachira wanted to visit you instead of going to class, again..." isagi muttered under his breath, hugging [F/N] in greeting.

she chuckled lightly, returning the hug: "yeah, i expected it... uh, would you like something to drink? i will pay for you two this time..."

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"today we have a match of our school football team, do you want to come?" isagi asked after the girl joined their table handing them hot chocolate.

the girl's brows frowned slightly, at the thought of sitting outside for more than an hour in the cold, a sigh left her mouth.

"...i dunno, i'll think about it."

bachira's facial expression changed the second he heard her answer, he was sure he would see his friend at the match today: "eh? you don't want to miss our win, [F/N]!"

isagi nodded and said: "yeah, a few people have joined our school football team this year."

this topic intrigued the girl a little, since she already knew almost all the people from the school team.

"oh.. who, for example? i may know someone.."

the black-haired boy thought for a moment, trying to remember someone that she might recognize.

"umm... oh, right, kurona.
i'm pretty sure he comes here often to the cafe, you know, that boy with pink hair and a little braid by side.."

she listened attentively to the description of the boy, and tried to remember someone like that.

"pink hair... pink hair..." she repeated to herself in a slightly hushed voice, trying to match the description to one of the frequent customers here.
"...oh, you meant the shark boy?"

"...shark boy?" the way she called him seemed a little funny to isagi, but then he nodded and replied. "well, yeah, i'm sure we're thinking about the same person."

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isagi and bachira unfortunately.... or fortunately have already left the cafe.

the girl was now standing alone at the counter, talking to her a year older co-worker on the phone, who was about to come to the cafe for an apprenticeship right now.

the phone call had been going on for about 10 minutes when suddenly
[F/N] heard the sound of the door opening.

she quickly hung up and put the phone aside, looking at the person who had just walked in.

in front of her stood the same pink-haired boy she was talking about earlier with her friends.

"oh, it's the shark boy- i mean, kurona, i guess that was his name?" she thought, now examining his appearance more closely. she had to admit, he was distinguished by his beauty. she would never call him ordinary, especially his noticeable shark-alike teeth looked cool to her.

she just found out what his name was, literally earlier she referred to him as "shark boy" in her mind and knew literally nothing about him, except maybe that they go to the same school, which she deduced from his uniform.

literally a moment later she shook herself out of these thoughts and noticed that kurona had sat down at the nearest table.

she quickly grabbed her notebook and walked over to his table, asking:
"welcome, may i take the order already?"

his gaze went to the girl, as he nodded his head in response to her: "yeah, uh... just coffee with milk, please."

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"awh, again the cat ignored me..."
[F/N] muttered under her breath, sitting on the bench and looking sadly at the cat she tried to gain attention from rushed away from her in a hurry.

with annoyance she was waiting outside for her friends' match, sitting in the cold with her face covered with a scarf.

literally, it was a december afternoon and she was forced to watch some sweaty guys playing football-

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after sitting on a bench for the next 20 minutes, she noticed someone walking towards her.

he held the cat in his hands and walked briskly towards the bench. after taking a closer look at him, the girl recognized him - it was kurona.

and if that wasn't enough, the cat he held was the same one she had seen before.

a pink-haired boy sat next to her, and stroked the cat slightly, looking at
[F/N]

"oh, hi, cafe girl..."

"are you not playing a match with them today?" she asked him, as she remembered what isagi had said earlier.

"no, i'll be on the bench. i was just coming back from practice" he answered her, staring at the football field in front of him and then pointed at the cat "also i found this cat wandering around the street.."

"ah, yes, i've seen this cat before, it ignored me..." she sighed resignedly, but shortly after she chuckled lightly.
"however, cats are so adorable, right?"

kurona stared at the cat with softened gaze, nodding in agreement. "yeah, i agree with you, uh..."

"oh, where are my manners... i'm [F/N] [L/N]" she said, shaking his hand. "we've only met in a cafe before, i think."

"yeah, right." he nodded again, also shaking her hand. "i'm kurona ranze, nice to meet you..."

immediately after that they sat in awkward silence, waiting for the school teams match to start.

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[A/N] UPDATE. FINALLY. OHMYDSNS I WAS GOING THROUGH A MENTAL BRWAKDANCE WHILE WRITING THIS REAL. I'LL TRY TO UPDATE FASTER (it's been 18 days since latest update... but we ain't talking about that!!1!!1)
UHUHU YEAH THATS ALL SORRY IF THIS CHAPTER WAS BORING IT'LL GET BETTER (I THINK..)

-RANZEKURONA 🤸🏻‍♀️

-RANZEKURONA 🤸🏻‍♀️

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