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— [ "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞, 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬." ]

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— [ 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲 // 𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟏 ]

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"I-I really like you Haru-senpai...!" The vermillion haired girl choked, "P-Please go out with me!" she exclaims as her legs got shaky the longer it took for the taller boy to answer. Her face cant help but blush knowing that she just confessed to the boy she loved.
It was a daunting task for the girl — who was originally supposed to confess last two weeks ago but backed out last minute.
  But today was going to be different —she said, as she took up her courage and prayed the night before that her confession will go well and no one will be harmed in the process.

The two students were under the infamous confession tree of Kamome Academy. The tree known to bind the people who confess under the petals of it.
Yasuraoka was a firm believer of folktales through her grandmother — an avid story teller of her supernatural experiences as a child, passing down the beliefs onto her family.
Haru Sakamoto, the president of the Kendo Club, didn't know what to say to the shorter girl in-front of him. The boy never would have thought that a girl like her would like him — making him dumbfounded.

  "Hey, Yasuraoka-san... Im sorry but — I never thought that you would catch feelings for me..." Haru says as he looks straight into her trembling turquoise orbs, almost making it seem like she was going to cry any second after he said that.

  "A-Ah... I should have seen t-this coming senpai..." she mumbles, stuttering her words as it came to a halt before she perked her head up.
  "C-Can you tell m-me why...?"

  "Huh? What do you mean Yasuraoka-san?"

  "C-Can you tell me why you're r-rejecting me...?" she pleads, as the girl with vermillion hair clasped her palms together in a praying motion in front of the older student.
  "I-I want to know what I d-did wrong—"

  "Hey now Yasuraoka... don't be like that..." he trails off.
  "You didn't do anything wrong—"

  "Then why—"

  "— 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞, 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬." He spats out, making Yasuraoka wide eyed at what she just heard.

  "W-Wh... What...?" Her words shaken up to what she just heard come out of his mouth.

  "It's not your fault, Yasuraoka-san. It's just that... I dont find you that appealing as you find me." He bluntly states, making the girl paralyzed in shock — her wide eyes and gaped mouth making a visible debut to the boy's face. He knew he sent her to a state of paralysis.
  "You're very masculine and for me, I dont find you fitting my type that much..." the boy states, as he takes away eye contact with the heart broken girl.
  "I'm sorry." He voiced out, as he turn his heel away and walked out of what just happened to the both of them.

  "..."

  A gush of cold wind blew towards the dazed freshman, making her snap out of what she just heard.
Knowing what the reason was behind the rejection — the girl couldn't help but tremble as the words kept repeating inside her head.
  Tears stated to well up on her eyes, making her face scrunch, as she tries to wipe away the sadness that just wont stop running down her cheeks.
  She was trying not to make a sound, as she sniffled onto her sleeve while her eyes glistened. Her heart she knew well that wouldn't easily break had shattered like glass from what had happen.