(Monday)
"Amaya, wake up. It's time to go to school." I heard my sister say as I felt her shaking my shoulder. I sat up and rubbed my eye with a yawn. "I'm up." I said, sleepily with my eyes closed. She tapped the side of my cheek with the back of her hand, trying to get me to open my eyes.
I groaned in annoyance while lazily pushing her hand away and she petted my head. When I heard her leave, I opened my eyes and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Once I was done, I got dressed in my school uniform and went downstairs to see my sister by the stove.
"Morning." She said. "Morning." I replied with a tired yawn. "Ready for breakfast?" Ayano asked. "Uh-huh." I answered as I walked over to her. "Have a seat." Ayano instructed. "Where's Yan-kun?" I asked. "He's already went to school." She said as I took a seat the table.
I yawned. "What day is it?" I asked while rubbing my left eye. "It's Monday. Eat your breakfast." She said, setting a plate of eggs and bacon down in front of me. I picked up my fork and began to eat.
Ayano sat across from me and ate her food as well. Let me tell you a little bit about my life. Well, for starters, I'm the youngest in my family. Yan-kun is my older brother and Ayano is the second oldest. Let's see, what else can I tell you?
Oh, yeah. Yan-kun is gay and he and Ayano both have feelings for Taro Yamada. Yan-kun is also very popular at school. I think all the Social Butterflies have a crush on him, but I'm not sure. But Yan-kun doesn't care about fangirls. His eyes are really set on Taro.
And I think that's about everything I can tell you. After breakfast, Ayano and I headed to Akademi High School. "Amaya," My sister pulled me aside, hiding behind a tree. "Look." She said, pointing to Osana and Taro.
"I want you to find out what Osana and Senpai are talking about. Find me on the roof once you have the information." Ayano instructed. "Okay." I said. As my sister walked inside the school, I crept up on Osana and Taro's conversation and hid behind a bush, listening to them.
"You can be such a pain, Senpai!" Osana said. "I'm sorry..." Taro apologized.
"I can't believe you overslept again! It's just like back in middle school!"
"I'm sorry..."
"I'm not your personal alarm clock, you know! You can't rely on me to wake you up every day!"
'Sheesh, give the guy a break, Osana.' I thought. "I'm sorry... If it bothers you so much, maybe we should stop walking to school together." Taro suggested. "N... No... That... That's not what I... Just forget, okay?! Anyway, I want you to meet me on the school rooftop at lunchtime. Got it?" Osana said.
"Huh? Why?"
"Stop being so difficult! Just be there, all right?! And don't keep me waiting!
"Okay, okay! I'll be there."
"Good!"
Once I had what I needed, I jogged to the rooftop to find my sister. As I was reached the second floor, I accidentally bumped into someone. "Oof!" When I bumped into the person, they dropped their book. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I said, quickly.
I bent down and picked up their book. I looked at the cover and noticed the word 'Occult' written on the front. "I'm sorry for bumping into you, Oka. I wasn't looking where I was going." I apologized. I stood up with the book in my hand.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Oko! I didn't know it was you! You just... look a lot like your sister." I apologized. "It's okay, Amaya... It was an accident." He said as I handed him his book. "I'm very sorry." I said. I quickly bowed my head to him in a sign of apology before quickly running to the roof.
Oko's POV
"That girl..." I watched as Amaya ran off, heading to the roof. "My heart pounds against my chest like I've been running... And it all started... when I looked at her..." I said as I blushed softly. I shook my head and walked to the Occult Room.
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