❝ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢. 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵. ❞
a young girl returns to her hometown after suffering a traumatic experience overseas. only to cross paths with a fluffy alien i...
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▌ episode 7; an invitation to the spring festival: after school trouble (part 1)
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The abrupt snapping of the textbook almost scared you out of your wits. You looked up from your notebook, mechanical pencil in hand. Mr Ueno stacked the Literature book on top of the many others on his desk. Just in time, the school bell rang and your lethargic classmates were suddenly energised by the mere sound.
"That's all for today. Please remember to clean the classroom before leaving. I'll see you kids tomorrow." Your homeroom teacher said, picking up his books. He moved to the front and everyone got up to bow.
The Class Rep had to make a show of it by yelling, "See you tomorrow, Mr Ueno!" Of course, everyone chimed in teasingly, even you. Everyone's voices could probably be heard at the end of the hallway and beyond. The young man's cheeks turned an innocent shade of pink as he furrowed his brows.
"Kazuki, I've told you before not to shout. There are other students having classes..." He groaned, face palming.
Said Class Rep of Class 2-2, ¹Kazuki Asahi, only smiled brighter. With layered light hair (which he claimed to be natural, when it's obviously not), the teen had a dazzling smile.
"But I'm paying my respects!" He quipped. The class roared with laughter at his protest. Even your shoulders were trembling from your stifled giggles.
"It sounds like I'm a dead man walking when you put it that way..." Mr Ueno shook his head, still flushed as he shuffled out of the classroom.
Everyone started to pack up, some girls chattered in their groups while the boys were reading their very much illegal-in-school-grounds- comics. You got up from your seat when the girl beside you spoke up.
"Hey hey, (y/n)! Do you have any plans after school?" Nanami's voice was of an angel's, gentle like baby soft feathers, and as smooth as butter.
You gave her a genuine smile. "Not really, why?" Tucking her seat behind her desk, the dark bun on her head bobbed as she giggled.
"Hehe, take a look at this!" She whipped out a flyer from her bag. God knows how long she had been holding on to it. She chirped, her eyes sparkling. "It's a flyer for Morioh's annual spring festival!"
You took the pink flyer from her fingertips. "Eh? A spring festival in Morioh?" The sheet had various details printed on it in cute fonts. Squinting your eyes, you were incredulous.
Did the town council let a middle schooler design this?
Nanami rambled on like a bullet train. The childlike glimmer in her eyes never ceased to die out. "I heard there will be lots of treats, like takoyaki, dango... Oh! And ²sake! Sake!"
