꧁ 𝓐𝓶𝒆𝓼 𝒆𝓷 𝓹𝒆𝓲𝓷𝒆 ꧂
His intoxicating kisses
Helped her to forget
Better than any alcohol
The pain of her grieving heart.
Addictive,
She took possession of his mind
Faster than any drug
Ever did.
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—Hey Hoshino, where were you Friday night?
Hana hadn't even entered her classroom when her path was crossed by Sora Amano. Her hair was cut short, she had big sparkling doe eyes and a wide smile that seemed constantly glued to her lips.
For some reason, her classmate had taken an instant liking to her, and since then, Amano had decided that they were great pals. But Hana didn't quite share this view. For her taste, three weeks wasn't long enough to consider this energetic and social girl as a friend. What's more, they didn't really share the same interests, so Hana wasn't really making any effort to get to know her classmate.
Why Amano always seemed so happy to see her remained a great mystery to her.
—I looked for you for ages before someone told me you'd left without warning, continued Amano as they headed for their classroom.
—Sorry, I couldn't find you either, Hana apologized flatly.
—And your phone was on silent mode, you weren't even answering my calls.
—I was out of battery, so I decided to leave.
It wasn't that Hana wanted to keep her encounter with the stranger to herself at all costs, but rather that she hadn't really planned to tell her comrade about it. She didn't see any point in voluntarily feeding Amano's curiosity with this kind of story, and unless the latter asked her what she'd been up to after the party, Hana wasn't going to confide in her.
—Well, you didn't miss much, exclaimed Amano as they settled back into her seats.
Chatty as she was, her classmate started an interminable recounting of the events Hana had missed, detailing every gossip worthy of telling with an astounding precision. The young woman merely listened as she displayed her pencil case and notebooks on the table, as usual uninterested in the latest gossip that Amano so cherished.
At least, if Hana ever needed information, she knew where to ask. Amano may not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she definitely had more than one trick up her sleeve.
As the professor lingered in the corridor, the conversation - or rather, the monologue - drifted when Amano's eyes fell on one of Hana's notebooks, more precisely on the name marked on its cover. Her eyes widened even more, and a small exclamation of happiness escaped her. As quick as light, Amano grabbed the notebook as if to make sure she'd read it correctly.
—You know Kazuya Shirai personally? Amano asked, shaking the notebook in front of her face. And you didn't tell me?
—It must have slipped my mind, replied Hana vaguely, causing her interlocutor to pout falsely.
—How could you forget to tell me that you're friends with the captain of the baseball team ? When I bring it up so often?
To Hana's mind, Sora Amano's main activity was to find an excuse to approach the members of this club. They were quite known, and in addition to being popular at their school, most of them were in their final school year. And it was precisely the latter element that was driving Amano to want to act as soon as possible. As far as she was concerned, time was running out if she was to have a chance with one of these boys.
