Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 - The Broadcasting Club

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RECAP:

Hanako wouldn't kill anyone, would he?

END OF RECAP

{ Tsukasa's POV }

"I'm back Sakuraaaa!~".

I appear right beside her, smiling.

"Interesting outfit choice" she states, looking me up and down. 

"Do you like it?" I ask. "Now me and Amane are even closer!". Though I then disappear and reappear wearing my usual clothes.

Just then, Natsuhiko enters the clubroom, greeting Sakura.

Sakura doesn't reply but turns to me. "How did it go, then?".

"It went great! Better than great! He was protecting two girls though... one threw salt on me, she must know quite a bit about apparitions. And the other, I want to know more about her. She seems interesting".

Sakura just looks at me, then nods slowly.

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{ Time skip brought to you by Hanako's love for doughnuts }

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{ Y/N's POV }

"I understand if you don't want to be friends with a Murderer".

Hanako spat the last word, tears building up in his eyes again.

"Hanako..." Yashiro began, coming to stand beside me.

My face changes from an expression of shock, to one of determination and worry.

"Hanako! We'd never hate you! I'm sure that if you really... did that, you had a perfectly good reason!" I kneel down beside Hanako, who is sitting down also. 

Tears began flooding from his eyes once more. 

"There is no reason as great as the meaning for killing someone!" He yells suddenly.

Yashiro kneels down beside him, on the opposite side.

"You both should leave..."

"Huh? But-"

"Go!".

Me and Yashiro exchanged a glance, but said nothing as we both left.

"He seemed frightened of his brother, Tsukasa is his name, right? Why was that?" Yashiro mumbles as we walk down the school halls.

"Hanako said he killed him, maybe he just feels guilty? We should probably give him some space though" I reply.

Yashiro nods, looking up at me. "I'm gonna go head to my class early... I need to clear my head. C'ya Y/N" she smiles before turning and leaving.

I sigh to myself, as I continue to walk around the school. We still had quite a bit of time before lunch was over.

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{ Small time skip, brought to you by Natsuhiko being such a SiMp }

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I looked up; where was I? I had been walking blindly around the school and now I didn't recognize where I was...

I looked around. Ah, this was the entrance to the Broadcasting Club Room, and there were noises being heard from inside. 

I put my ear to the door, curious. I heard some words, rather faintly. I grew even more curious when I heard the name 'Amane' being mentioned quite a few times. Then I remembered; Tsukasa had called Hanako that!

I was so exited about my discovery, that I fell onto the door and managed to push it open. I fell to the floor.

"Ooh, that's her Sakura! The one I'm interested in..."

"Tsukasa, you mean you're interested about. That sounds like you like her in that way".

I blinked and realized what had happened. They'll know I was spying on them!

I got up in a hurry, brushing myself off. I noticed that there was a pretty green haired girl with a  red-ish haired boy next to her, who looked a lot like a simp. 

And then there was Tsukasa.

"Ah... sorry about that. I'm Y/N L/N, I'm a second year" I decide to introduce myself, as to not seem rude. I could feel my cheeks heating up, as Tsukasa stared at me, grinning.

"I'm Sakura Nanamine, a third year. That's Natsuhiko Hyuuga and this is Tsukasa. Though you've met him already, have you not?" The pretty green haired girl said.

I nodded shyly.

"Why were you at the door? You weren't spying on us, were you?" Natsuhiko said sternly.

"Uh, no! Why would I spy?! It's just I..." I searched my mind for an excuse, anything! 

When something popped into my head and I spoke it aloud without thinking.

"I came to join the Broadcasting Club!"

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter :D I love how your first impression on Natsuhiko is just SiMp-

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