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Chapter 2 - I'm Special? Really?

Sorry I haven't updated oops I've been busy and lazy. This story has blown up though oh my. I've only posted one part and it has about 500 views, wow. Thank you guys, I'm glad you're enjoying it.

Alright, now to finally update.

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"What the heck was her problem?" You said to your friend you met earlier, who you found was named Haruhi, as you all walked to lunch.

"I don't know, she must've been having a bad day," they replied (you still didn't know their gender, but didn't want to misgender them anyway, so you just used they/them pronouns).

"Only to me though! She loved you, I couldn't answer one question and she lashed out at me. And then she forced me to put on the girl uniform! I already got permission from the school to wear the boy uniform! I don't under-"

"I don't know, it was kind of rude of her, I agree. She gave us a lot of homework though. We should probably get started on it," they interrupted, knowing you were going to go on and on, and you nodded.

Haruhi, although you all just met, seemed to know you extremely well. Or maybe they just had great instincts... or maybe you were a basic person? You'd never know.

Traditional Japanese schools eat lunch in their classrooms, but this school was different. They believed that eating in a classroom was "grotesque" and "unsanitary" so they made a lunch room. When you and your friend walked in, it was a huge room, filled with the most expensive silverware and... tablecloths? In a school lunch room? This school surprises you more and more by the minute.

America would never have tablecloths on their school cafeteria tables, they knew that the kids would be too immature to have them there. You chuckled slightly at the thought of tablecloths and fancy silverware being offered in a public school in America.

Both you and your friend didn't know where to sit, so you just sat in a 2-person booth (they had booths too!!), you looked around, gaping once more about how fancy this school was.

You and your friend talked about classes, until you realized something.

"I just realized I don't even know your name! I'm such an awful friend, I'm sorry," you said, blushing a tad out of awkwardness. Your friend let out a comfortable, soft laugh.

"It's okay!! I'm Haruhi Fujioka, but you can just call me Haruhi. You're (Y/N) (Y/L/N), correct?" They asked

"Y-yes! How did you know?" You replied, shocked. You didn't remember telling them.

"Well, I saw it on your schedule, and during attendance," they said, and you blushed a little.

"I should've got your name from that, too. I'm sorry, I'm not very observant, and I also doze off a lot," you said, and Haruhi smiled.

"It's alright, I totally understand," they replied, and you smiled. Haruhi was already so kind to you.

Both of you continued chatting about classes as you ate and Haruhi multitasked between doing homework and eating.

"There were these twins in my science class, they were stuck to each other like glue," Haruhi said, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Do they have auburn hair somewhat?"

"Yeah, have you seen them around?"