Kyandoru no shin!

Pilot: An Mamodo and their Spell-book!?

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Yawara Sleeps with an ambient hum of the A.C unit at his smooth, cold school desk. The waxed coat shimmered under the class room lights, which carried a slight smell of cleaning supplies from morning routines erasing the stagnated smells from the classroom. His sleeping breath creates a small circle on the desk, creating a warm pocket between him and his crossed arms, fighting the cold whispers from the A.C unit that clung the air around Sleeping Yawara.

Within the classroom, other students focused on the teachers instructions and guidance while the girl next to him with silver-blueish hair doodled on her sheet as notes passed within the background, having a dark-brown hair boy with an average face leaning over as another student with red hair retrieve the note. Capturing a snicker after a moment, alluring the teacher to throw a marker at the two. 

"Pay Attention!" The teacher yelled as the marker flew, thumping the red-haired boy's forehead, he pulled back, feeling a sharp elongated sting, which left a red welt behind as a reminder. The boy's expression was a shocking portrayal, seeing his eyes widen like a full moon at night. 

With the teacher's exspell, Yawara propped upwards, seeing the boy, known as Ryuu rub his forehead as he continuously said "ow" while the boy behind him, Kiku, pointed and laughed, feeling his gut and lungs go up in down. Although Kiku's burst of laughter didn't last long as another flash of white ran across the room, hitting Kiku in the same spot. He shifted his burst into a yelp. 

Yawara's sight was empty, staring at the scene with unamusement as he detoured his gaze to the teacher, Mr. Izaya. He could hear his thoughts like it was his own " Two in one, a new record" He would imagine Mr. Izaya's thoughts emitting due to his proud expression and a pumped fist. 

His eyes were closed in a slight squint, his mouth straight mirroring the air around him. Yawara's head summoned a little droplet of Sweat at the back of his head, feeling an itch as he felt the air contained a sense of exasperation. 

As he relieved a sigh of embarrassment, the scene around him softened, slowly turning back into the teacher's lecture, and his expression shifted as he changed his perspective to peer out the window, gradually erasing the embarrassment and into a surreal moment as he gazes at the trees.

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Yawara's chin was relaxingly displayed as a prop on his palm as he looked out the window, watching life from inside the world of class-work and lectures, seeing blooming of cherry blossoms which marked the arrival of  spring - the month was March and surprisingly the blossoms where unfolding early this year. Yawara soaked in the thought that the early arrival could potentially be recorded for such occurrences; it did have a rather particular feel co-piloting the arrival. Like something had caused it, something that came from a horizon he never knew existed. 

As the passing of hours spread throughout the day, the end of school bells ringed its course throughout the rooms and hallways. Students sprawled out of the classroom while some stayed around to chit chat, over hearing the teacher yelling to remember a certain assignment that will be coming up - which some students might not ever do, guiding their school-life into summer school. 

Yawara shuffled his movement around, getting up from his desk. The chair slid on the ground before he grabbed his bag from underneath the chair. The hard-plastic chair emitted a prolonged Shriek before the face had met the desk. When the emitter stopped, a soft voice like the Sakura blossoms itself spoke from behind him. 

"The cherry blossoms are blooming early this year." The voice said. His mind sparked an image to match the face to the voice, believing it was  Mikane Hanabaria, the girl whose seat is next to him. Always doodling or making origami in class, yet always maintaining higher grades than the rest of her peers. Which causes some students to harass her, especially the jealous ones with a backstory unknown to him and her. 

"They are, it's a sign" Yawara said, turning around to meet her. His backpack hangs loosely with one strap over his shoulder. He was right with his connection to voice to face and felt a sense of pride that he got it right. 

"A sign?" Her voice tinged with inquiry as her eyes met his, then shifting to the window behind him. 

"Yeah, a sign of change" He answers, looking over his shoulders for a moment before conjuring a walk. Mikane turned around as he walked towards the slider door, seeing his key-chain wobbling with his movement. 

"Wait, Yawara." Her voice was quick with a calling, her shoes tapped against the floor as they stopped right before the door. Students mumbles osculated as bodies move from outside the door.