If you're wondering about the picture I decided that every 10 chapters I'm going to change it, and on the 9th chapter I'll put it on either the heart or knife with how the story is going as of then!
『WARNINGS』
"Thank you again Oso!"
"W-WHAT THE H-HELL DID I SAY- D-DON'T C-CALL ME OSO!"
I smiled to myself as I watch him angrily stomp to the left, most likely going to meet the other delinquents. I have no idea if Ayano is going to be happy with me after not coming home- but then again she sliced open my cheek.
I looked around for a second, since my locker is next to Ayano's I wanted to make sure she wasn't there. Thankfully she wasn't, she was most likely sleeping in again until the last second. Realization struck me as I realized I would have to go back to Mr.Rana's class.
"[N/n] what happened to your cheek!?"
I flinched a bit hearing Kokona's worried voice, in that instant I forget I had a huge patch covering the side of my face, talk about Oso overdoing it much?
"Nothing"
"But it's covered!"
"That was just someone overreacting to a little cut"
"If you say so I'll believe you, but I...I have a question for you..."
"Sure, what is it Kokona?"
"Can you, meet me at the roof today? At the back left side?"
"yeah that's fine- but why?"
"I-I want to talk to you and Saki about something"
"Okay, but it's going to be class time soon. So I'll see you at lunch okay?"
"Yep, see you [N/n]- and try to tell Saki for me"
I sighed at I made my way to class 2-1. Knowing full well that soon enough Ayano was going to enter and immediately look at me. I'm silently praying that Mr. Rana makes her stay after class so I can get away.
"O-Oh A-Aishi!"
"Tsuka?"
Knowing his voice and the fluff of red hair in front of me I immediately knew it was Geiju Tsuka, a loner and the president of the art club. He had talked to me a few times last year, mostly stuff about posing for paintings.
"Y-Yep that's m-me!"
"What did you need Tsuka?"
"J-Just c-call me G-Geiju...."
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