I never liked drawing attention in my life.
Of course, that damn boy was always messing that up.
He drew attention everywhere he goes.
His bright smile, the way he dresses...
Sure, he was attractive.
That just begs the question; Why hang out with me?
He could befriend anyone else.
[𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝]'s main problem is that the boy always followed him around.
Cafeteria, class, lunch...there was really no escaping him.
It all started when they were in kindergarten, and [𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝] has been trying to shake him off since.
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"Hey,[𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝], guess who snagged two invites for the party this Sunday?"
He chirped, jumping on my back.
You see, he was always like this.
It doesn't really help at all that he was relatively popular around our school.
Anyways, he was really short for someone who packed so much weight.
Seriously, where does it all go, anyway?
"....Who?"
I decided to grumble after a while, entertaining his nonsense once more.
"Wow, [𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝], you're so dull sometimes! Obviously, I did."
He huffed, tapping his cheek.
He always did that when he doesn't want me to know that he's irritated.
"Oh. That's cool. Who're you taking?"
I questioned nonchalantly, reaching into my backpack.
I fell into the habit of carrying snacks around for the other due to his horrible habit of skipping meals.
He snatched the protein bar out of my hand as soon as I pulled it out, mumbling a half-assed 'Thank you'.
"You, obviously. I can't let you just be a hermit. Look at how pale you are. And those eyebags. You're horrible."
He huffed, licking his lips after he had devoured the small bar.
"Aw, shucks. I could blush."
I chirped with a sweet smile, the sarcasm oozing out of my fucking pores.
"You're so sweet, but I won't be going."
I finished with a sigh, already thinking about what I'll be having for dinner.
We both suddenly stopped, glaring at each other.
"Yes, you will."
He stated after a solid five minutes of this silence.
He turned around and promptly left, leaving me confused.
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
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"(....), How'd I get here?"
I mumbled, glaring at the shorter male.
The lights made him harder to see, and the loud music made it even harder to hear him.
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The Transmigrator's Waltz in Another World
Humor[Redacted] was a normal guy, with a normal life. After his death, there was something about him, that no one knows yet, 'cause he has a secret..
