"𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒."
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in this moment, time seemed to stand still for the young girl. her blue eyes mirroring the vastness and depth of th...
i was walking in the rain with my timb's, on stepping over puddles full of pain.
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the next afternoon, ayala and megumi walk onto a field apart of the school. as soon as they step foot onto it, they feel the presence of curses immediately.
"what's with this rugby field.." the raven haired boy says, and as if on cue a blue curse swims right past them.
"maybe there's a dead body?" the girl suggests.
"even if there is.. i'm surprised to see one this high-leveled. that's probably a grade 2 curse. it must be the cursed object influence?" he says in response to her.
"quite frankly, i don't care. i just wanna get back home as soon as possible megs.." she says, fanning herself with her hand. "this weather is too hot!"
a light shade of pink adorned the young girls cheeks and arms, her white polo shirt not doing much to help cool her down.
the boy next to her was wearing a white button up with black slacks. fortunately for him, megumi wasn't that affected by the heat.
as the two dwelled on the weather, they hear a sudden shout from afar.
"over here! coach takagi is taking on itadori from west middle!" one of the students shout.
"lets go check it out, megs. we'll come back another time." ayala speaks up, quick to make a move and head towards the heaps of students.
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they both walk into the field where the supposed competition is taking place, just to see an old man, which seems to be a teacher, throw a shot put.
"yeah, hmph!" the man says proudly as another student shouts 14 metres! in the back and wow, old takagi has still got it!
from behind the old man, a pink-haired boy walks up.
"hey, can i just throw this however i want?" he asks. he looks as if he'd been forced into this competition ayala noted.
"yep! i won't call any fouls, so throw it however you please. sorry, i wanted to show you how serious i am by intentionally choosing something which isn't your forte.." the old man says, confidently.
