A Table Away

Another Day in Paradise

(A/N: Wowie, sure has been a long time since I actually POSTED a fanfic. But I saw this anime and I immediately fell in love with it.
P.S. My punctuation isn't amazing so pls be nice ;))
KEY:
Regular dialogue
Thoughts/Inner Dialogue
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Toruh's POV:

It started it out as just another normal day.

I woke up, got ready for school, ate and was out the door by 7:30am.

But I couldn't put my finger on it, today felt off . . .

The feeling nagged me all the way to school; I wasn't even paying attention to the steadily growing masses of students in their green uniforms until I was at the gates of my school.

And as I crossed the threshold, trying to push the feeling to the back of my head, I had finally depicted it as the feeling that something big was going to happen.

And little did I know that that day would be the beginning of me falling in love with a pink-haired psychic.

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Despite my odd feelings from earlier, school was as it always was.

People were chattering in the halls or in their respective classrooms. If you looked out the windows you'd see the tail end of Students rushing to put their school shoes on before the bell for first period. Boys were lined up outside my classroom to give Teruhashi their daily "Good Morning!".

I had taken my seat and readied my school supplies and began reading my book.

All around me students shuffled over to their friends to greet them. Boys and girls alike picked up where they left off with conversations they had yesterday.

It was a steady type of sound that had me lulled almost completely into immersion . . .

BANG!

A hand slammed down on my desk and I flinched, having been so into my book I didn't see the person approaching . The Blame is on me really though, she does this almost every morning.

"Good morning Momo." I looked up and greeted my best friend with a smile.

"Good morning Toruh-chan." She greeted me back, cheer-y as usual.

I mentally rolled my eyes as I brought my attention back to my book. I'm older than her by six months, and she still refers to me as chan.

But I don't mind.

Momo has been my friend since grade school, after she punched the boy who had been yanking on my hair. At the time I had been to shy and quiet to tell him to stop, but I think most everyone saw how uncomfortable I was, Momo was just the first to react.

"You're my Senpai by six months, Toruh-chan. Shouldn't you be the one sweeping into save me?" She giggled.

I rolled my eyes and walked away, throwing a "Whatever," behind me as I left.

And we'd been inseparable and insufferable since.

Though I had been flippant at the time, I had always been secretly thankful of Momo for bringing me out of my shell. She was always someone I admired, though I never told her.

"I heard the teacher is assigning a group project today, I hope we're put in the same group." Said Momo, the sound of her voice bringing me back to the present.

"Yeah, that would be nice." I said.

'A group project? I'm pretty sure testing isn't to far from now, couldn't this wait until after?' I thought to myself.

Momo 'hmm'ed and took notice of the book I was reading and smiled knowingly.

"I swear, with as many times as you've read that book you'd have it memorized by now!" She said.