❝ 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...
In the blink of an eye, summer had arrived at Morioh's doorstep. Mosquitoes abuzz, shrill cicadas, children rampaging in playgrounds, the whole package was finally here!
Ever since you arrived in spring, you had been swarmed with homework, homework, and even more homework. You could almost never catch your breath, and not to mention your situation with Myui and the Cardinals.
But now, the long awaited summer vacation was finally here! And you could finally take a break, or so you had thought...
It was the last period of the day, and Mr Ueno, your homeroom and Contemporary Literature teacher, was handing out test papers. There were no words to describe the thick clouds of tension billowing in class 2-2. Everyone had their fingers crossed, for nobody was safe from the rigid and impenetrable fortress known as Mr Ueno's marking.
Before the exam, he had openly declared that if anyone's grade wasn't up to his satisfaction, he would make the entire class stay back for remedial classes. So everyone had studied hard and put in extra effort (read: a lot more than usual), in hopes of conciliating the man (even if they didn't pass) and to escape from supplementary classes.
The young ravenette glanced at the name on the paper. "Yukihira Nanami."
The girl with a hazel hued bun beside you bolted upright. Her black bobby pins barely held the thick bun together as she got up from her seat and scurried to the front.
His grey orbs shifted to the score scratched with blotchy, red ink. "You scored the highest in class and placed first in the cohort. Everyone in the Literature department is talking about you. Well done." He flashed her a rare, genuine smile.
Nanami's cheeks suffused with red hues. Her knees and hands wobbled like a newborn lamb as she slowly took the papers from him. Staring holes into the paper, she robotically inched back to her desk. The girls in class were starring daggers at her, but she was too flustered to care.
"Oh my god, (y/n)!! Did you see that!? Did you!?" She panted behind her papers with wide eyes. The red ninety nine on the top right corner matched her steaming hot cheeks. Mr Ueno was passing out papers to other students as she half-whisper-squealed. "Mr Ueno smiled at me!! He S-M-I-L-E-D at me!!!"
You set down your pencil and grinned cheekily at her. "Hey now, I thought Asahi was your c-r-u-s-h, Nana." The girl gestured for you to zip your mouth dramatically. Said person glanced behind his shoulder and around the back of the class, searching for whoever had said his name.
