Ow. My head.
Whack.
Who's hitting me! I demand you to stop.
Whack.
Fine, I'll get up.
"..."
Hm? Oh, just you. Actually, who are you?
"..."
A third year? What do you need from me? It's lunch break, and you've interr --
"..."
... No, I refuse. I don't plan on joining, sorry, ***-senpai. (Amount of *'s don't matter)
"..?"
I don't care about your proposal. Sounds like a bribe to me. Most of all, I don't think I'd be able to help in this treacherous heaty weather.
"..."
Good. Leave then, please.
...
It's cold again.
(SORRY BUT I GOT SHORT CHAPTERS AF LOL)
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"Pencil"
RomanceA story where two monotonous teenagers who lost interest in other people as well as what to expect in life, suicide. They're reincarnated. In a white floorless abyss where nothing seemed to spread. Clear and blank, one would call it. Encountering th...
