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Kiyosuzu
I Suzune Horikita find myself in a complicated situation and the main culprit is Kiyotaka Ayanokouji.
After our little "adventure" at the drama club I can't get him out of my head and because of my stupid...
Friday finally arrived and Ayanokouji didn't show up. And in a kind gesture, I'd say, our sensei Chabashira asked me to deliver the lesson content to Ayanokouji.
Needless to say how suspicious this sounded, (especially as it came from Chabashira sensei) I was about to delegate this task to the first classmate I could find.
"You're the class leader Horikita, this task belongs to you and no one else."
There was something strange about the way Chabashira sensei said that, so I had no choice but to go.
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I'm standing in front of door 401 on the boy's floor.
I take a deep breath trying to get my heart to stop beating so fast, even though a week had passed I still hadn't managed to recover.... somehow it felt like a defeat. It was frustrating to see him acting as if nothing had happened, even after he'd made me go back to my dorm without my panties!
Just the memory made me boil with anger.
I hate him.
Knock knock
Two seconds passed before Ayanokouji opened the door wearing casual clothes.
He looked me up and down and analyzed the briefcase in my outstretched hand.
"Come in"
he invited, making room.
No way!
I wouldn't risk being alone with him again, I knew the consequences.
I waved the folder for him to take, I didn't want to talk to him, not even enough. Ayanokouji looked at the folder and then at me again, narrowing his eyes.
This brought back not very pleasant memories.
However, my body was telling me otherwise, as my heart started hammering in my chest again and I felt my face heat up slightly.
"You're really not going in?"
"You're sick."
A single glance at Kiyotaka was enough to know that he was perfectly well, which meant that he was pretending to be ill, why?
Did he want to bring me here?
Although I was curious about this, at that moment I just wanted to understand how he had convinced Chabashira sensei to help him.
"What's your relationship with Chabashira sensei?"
He tried to pick up the folder, but I had already hidden it behind me.
"I'll tell you if you come in."
I knew he didn't care what was in the folder, Ayanokouji didn't need the lessons we had, I knew that when Chabashira showed me his perfectly manipulated notes.
