Short stories that I just think off my mind.

The wind is nice up here.

My room is as hot as a sauna.

~Author

The school rooftop. The place where every anime girl confesses and every anime delinquent challenge people to fights. And today, I'm going to jump down it.

How do I start this? Well, on a bright and sunny morning, the birds were singing, the flowers were blooming, and I thought it was a nice day to die. It was a Friday too. There won't be school tommorow. But that won't really matter for I'm going to die anyways.

'Hmm, should I go to the roof after or before school? After school would be good. There would be less people,' I thought, sitting in math class learning about things I wouldn't use when I grow up. Before I knew it, the bell indicating that it was lunch rang. After all the other students left, I got up and slowly strolled to the rooftop, planning to eat my lunch there.

The rooftop was empty. I wasn't surprised. The rooftop was out of bounds to students afterall. I was only able to enter because of my amazing lock picking skills.

I opened the lunch box that I brought with me. It was a cute little bento box with onigiris in the shape of cats with their face made of seaweed and inside them, there were tuna. Beside it as side dishes was an omelette with the words, "Don't forget to die today!" written in ketchup, and some sausage octopuses gave it a last touch. I woke up early today making it and it turned out quite nice. I am proud of it. Pity that it'll be eaten by me. Well, it's my last meal. I wouldn't want to eat bad canteen food for my last meal, would I?

As I picked up an onigiri up to bite, a figure at the corner caught my eye. It was another student. How did I not notice him for a whole paragraph? He really didn't have a sense of presence. He didn't even have his guard up. He's just sleeping there like it was no one's business. Man, what if he is still here in the evening? I'll have to live for an extra day! I wouldn't want that!

I looked at him. He had short messy spiky hair that was dyed blonde. Probably a gangster wannabe. His white uniform was stained and yellowed, which made him look even more disgusting. His wrinkled clothes were probably a sign to tell people that, "I'm rebellious and cool! Rules don't work on me!" Or something, but to me, it just looked plain ugly.

Upon closer inspection, he actually looked good. As in good looking. He had shoulders and arms. Even though his face looked kinda fierce, he had a soft look on his sleeping face, which consisted of a pair of eyes, a pair of eyebrows, a nose, and a mouth. Describing people isn't my best suit. But just imagine your ideal man. Yea, he has that face. But I'm going to add stuff so don't worry, he'll still look good, but in another way from yours.

I eyed him up and down. He seemed quite tall. Unlike puny me who was only 157 centimetres tall. Although skinny looking, he still had some muscle in his arms. I couldn't see his legs because the school's pants were long. I wasn't interested anyways. Man he had long eyelashes, and that made me jealous. Overall, he was a pretty boy.

Even his eyes were pretty. Black and pretty.... How did I know what colour eyes he had? Ah, he opened his eyes. Now, this is awkward. I was kneeling beside and staring at an almost grown man's face while he was sleeping. I look like a creep. I wanna dig a hole, die and rot in there. So we stared. My face very close to his. I could even feel and smell his breath. Not the best but tolerable. It was like we were having a staring competition or something, he didn't blink, neither did I. We just stared into each other's souls with wide eyes while planes flew overhead.

Today's sky was blue, with no clouds. It just rained this morning, so the weather was cool. The sun tickled me with warm hands, while the mischievous wind blew through my hair. Yet this sleeping dude's eyes were as cold as icicles, as if he was going to stab me with a cold metal knife. It was uncomfortable. But, it didn't matter, because what happens after today won't have any effect on me, for I am going to die.

"Good morning," the guy's voice said in a soft yet rough tone, the tone you'll have after you woke up from an afternoon nap.

"Good morning to you too, m'lord." I bowed, head hitting the guy's nose. 

The guy ended up turning into a foetus from pain. He grabbed his nose, making weird noises till his nose stopped hurting. He sat up and scratched his hair. It looked fluffy. 'Fluffy hair. OwO. I wanna touch it. It must feel nice. I wanna rub it. Ah...Ah...AHHHHH!!!!' I thought while subconsciously glaring at the dude intently. 

"Whatchu doin' 'ere?" He asked, his low grumbly voice, or something along the lines, pulled you out of your ecstasy.

"Hm? I beg your pardon, m'lord," you questioned, pausing for a second and continuing, "This lowly servant did not understand what m'lord just said."

"Huh? Erm... w-what are you doing here...?" The guy asked confused, but then regained confidence and continued, " I thought the door was locked, how didchu get in here?"

"Oh, well t's quite simple m'l'rd.  But i, as longeth as i liveth, cannot bewray mine own secrets to thee, m'l'rd." I utt'r'd with utmost confidence, while m'l'rd did eye me in a did confuse mann'r.

"Ah, i seeth, mine own dearest s'rvant, i und'rstand yond. ev'ryone hast their owneth secrets, w'rry not, f'r i, palmy l'rd theod're the fifth, shall not pry furth'r into thy secrets- that's wrong! What is this, some Shakespeare play?!" He exclaimed, with a comedic expression on him.

"But you went along with it, didn't you, m'lord?" I smiled, picking my lunchbox up and slowly strolled to the door.

"Wait, your name?" He asked, with a serious look on his face.

"Heehee, not telling you, m'lord~" I giggled, and left the rooftop.

OwO Part 2 is next~