Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun one-shots featuring ships (rare-pair or not), AUs, and other misadventures in Kamome Academy!
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❥𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗!
-OCs not allowed
-AUs/crossovers accepted
-NSFW unaccepted
❥𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊...
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The final bell rung, signaling the end of class hours. It was currently 3PM sharp. Sakura packed her things neatly in her bag and walked out of the classroom, a book clutched to her chest. She was supposed to meet the Broadcast Club members everyday after class. Honestly, she was getting tired of following that rat's orders. She didn't want to hurt anyone.
But she had no choice. That was the price she paid for her wish. Sakura heard music coming from the school's intercoms and her eyes widened. Only the teachers and the Broadcast Club had the authority to use the school's PA system. The teachers only used it occasionally, which meant...
Sakura immediately rushed towards the Broadcast Club's room. It seems like Tsukasa, Mitsuba, and Natsuhiko were messing with the PA system by playing music. She stopped running in her tracks. When she listened carefully, they were playing one of her favorite songs. She continued heading towards her club, but this time she was walking, only to enjoy the music.
The location of Kamome Academy's Broadcast Club was a secret to several students. Even the student council had no ideas about its whereabouts. That's why they've been getting away with altering the School Mysteries' rumors. Sakura walked down the stairs that led down to the Broadcast club's entrance.
When Sakura opened the door, she was greeted by a dark room. All the lights were off, but there was music and a sweet smell. She rolled her eyes as soon as she had an idea about what these guys were up to. "Natsuhiko, I told you, you're in charge of maintaining this room while I'm go-" when Sakura switched on the lights, Tsukasa, Natsuhiko, and Mitsuba were all standing beside the Broadcast Club's one table, neatly filled with biscuits and teacups.
"What's all this?" Sakura closed the door behind her, her expression unchanging yet surprised.
"This was all Natsuhiko's idea," Mitsuba shrugged.
Sakura looked at the table and her eyes sparkled for just a mere second - there was rakugan, or hard candy, which was her favorite snack, along with a few biscuits. The tea smelled delicious, too. "Natsuhiko," she said.
At the mention of his name, Natsuhiko immediately knelt in front of her as if he was proposing, held a hand to his chest, and outstretched his other arm towards Sakura. "What is it, my lady? Argh!" Natsuhiko fell to the ground in pain after Sakura delivered a swift kick to his groin.
"Is he dead?" Tsukasa asked, an innocent expression on his face as he floated around Natsuhiko's body on the floor. "Can I dissect him now?"
