Papa- A Tsundere Love Story

Chapter Juan

Hello! My name is Francis Monica Lemlam. I am 154cm tall. My dream is to go to Korea to meet my fellow (short) people. I go to Marcian High School in Marcia city. I am totally NOT a tsundere you b-baka ! Hmph! It's not like I have a crush or anything. And even if I did I wouldn't tell you, you bakaa. (kill me) 
Anyway, this is my story

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Francis POV
Today I woke up feeling extra tsundere. My newly rebonded hair swayed majestically in the wind as sakura petals fell from the trees. Today was Monday and I was 104% ready to kill myself. I saw my potato, Kieth Arekusa TP Mendizi (no, I didn't misspell anything) drinking from a bottle of c⁴™© under one of the sakura trees near the building. I walked to her fabulously, thinking of my favorite band, Bteen™©®. I took a seat beside her, sighing as I stare into the distance, thinking of how tsundere I am. 

"Hey worlong, I don't know what to do anymore. I'm broke and I want to buy Bteen™©®'s new album." Kieth looked at me, while thinking about what her life has become and what the fuck to do with it. "Idek wat to do bre. Em brok 2. Lmao." I pondered at what she said. Her words we're always very deep (that's what she said) and meaningful. It always provided me with some food for thought. Perhaps finding the true meaning of life will fulfill the longing for material goods that are not essential to survival and the emptiness in m- Oh look the bell rang.

I got up and headed to my class for our first period. My grade level was split into five sections; Adoptation, Constipation, Unpreparedness, Malnutrition, and Slytherin. I was in Constipation. Our first class was Filipino. Ms Maytoosalime instructed us to make poems. I stared out the window, like the anime protagonist I am, bored. I then decided to make my poem. I will pour my heart and soul into it. I started writing down the words my brain supplied me. It took me about 30 minutes to create my masterpiece.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Baka baka baka
Aishiteru

Yes. Truly a masterpiece. A true representation of my emotions and thoughts. "Stop writing bitches! Time to read yo shit-ass poems in the front of the class." Ms. Maytoosalime announced to the class. I sighed, completely bored. "I volunteer!" I heard a voice echo throughout the silent classroom. I turned my attention to the said voice. I saw Lemuel, an acquaintance of mine. He briskly stood up and made his way to the front of the class. He gave me a quick glance before reciting his poem.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Francis,
I really like you  

"N-nani?!" I stammered, like the fucking weeb I am. My jaw dropped. I cannot believe that I, the most fabulously short person here, has just received a confession. Lemuel walked back to his seat as if nothing happened while the whole class was in a frenzy. I turned towards Lemuel in utter shock and confusion. He was staring down at his poem, probably regretting what he did, since the momentary boost confidence had disappeared . I softly slammed head on the desk as I thought of the different ways I could kill myself right now. 

The bell just rang, signaling the beginning of lunch. I made my way out of the classroom to meet Kieth, since we were in different sections. I went down the stairs to our usual spot. I saw Kieth unpacking her bento (fukin weebs), surrounded by sakura petals. She was listening to RNA, one of Bteen™©®'s songs. "Yo pangpang!" I called out to Kieth. I ran towards her like an anime girl. I took a seat beside her and unpacked my own bento. "Ho! You know, theres been some rumors going around Unpreparedness a while ago." Kieth started. "What rumors?" I asked, curious to what kind of secret could make an entire class gossip about. "I heard that one of my classmates... Has a crush on you."

I just stared at her. Stared for a solid 5 minutes. I was completely done with all this crush bullshit. "It's Joel." Kieth said, breaking the silence. Joel was also an acquaintance of Kieth and I. I sighed (don't worry, happens a lot). Just as I was about to say something, two figures approached us in our secluded spot. It took me a second to recognize the faces. But once I did they were already right in front of us. It was Lemuel and Joel! Wow, totally unexpected.

What happens next? Will Francis ever stop being a tsundere? Will things stop being so fucking awkward? Will I ever kill myself? Find out on the next episode of this generic weeb trash!!!!