First Impression [New]

5| That Bittersweet Feeling

Do you ever have that bittersweet feeling inside you when you see the school building right in front of you? Sweet, you get to see your friends. Bitter to see those damn bitches you hate, even if they didn't do anything to you. They were just annoying.

Kisaki looked out to the window beside her head in the classroom, snuggling into her scarf. It was only a few weeks left before the summer term and the temperature was going up. A nice break from the cold weather.

Her thoughts went back to the man in the café she went with her sister last week. She could've sworn that she saw a smirk from him while they made eye contact, but after she took her eyes off him he disappeared. She didn't know what to make or think of him.

That smirk isn't radiating coyness or out of politeness. It gave her a different feeling.

That man isn't good. He's up to no good.

..ARE

WE

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.

.

GOING

TO..?

"Kisaki-san!" The teacher called out. Once she heard her name she looked up to the front of the class quickly. Immediately she felt a sharp pain from her head which made her shut her eyes in pain, blinded for a few seconds. "Can you answer this question?"

Opening her eyes she saw the question, it was about the Cold War. Kisaki blinked a few times before registering the question.

"What is the Marshall Plan about?"

'American History?!'

What the hell, she was brooding of something and they were already on the Marshall plan? How fast is this class going?! She pursed her lips, she read this up somewhere, so what is it, the answer?

"Uhm... A plan from America to aid the countries that were affected by the Second World War". She awkwardly answered. The teacher nodded in approval then shot the second answer at her.

"How much did America gave out?"

'Fuck. Why me?'

"Uhh, around 13 billion USD...?"

'Oh shit, he's staring at me so hard. Was it 12 billion? Fuckkk'.

"Correct!" Her mental panic stopped with a blank face.

To the left of her, there was Kagawa taking notes from the chalkboard behind the teacher. How diligent, she didn't even take notes from the other half of the lesson.

'Have you tried to get to know her?' 

Winter's words echoed through her head. She buried her head into her armed shutting her eyes forcefully and whispering an inaudible sentence. When Winter said it, she denied what she said, saying it was nothing. It was heard by her, and it bothered her.

But then seeing the girl writing her notes makes her think of her notes as if she can even try to write things in kanji, glancing down at her mostly hiragana notes scattered around her desk. She sighed, she'll rewrite them neatly in her notebook later, at home. She was dumb enough to forget that she has history today.

Tora poked her head into the nearly empty classroom, "Kikka?". She then decided to walk towards her friend, who was still sitting on her desk staring at the paper scattered around her. Tora waved her hand in front of her, "Hello? Are you dead?". Suddenly her friend's head smacked down on the desk with a sigh, making her jumped in fright, "Kikka?!".