Teruya Ōtori had always loved beautiful Hopes Peak Academy with its careful, curly Courtyard. It was a place where he felt flustered.
He was a green, tan, owange juice drinker with feathery hair and red skin. His friends saw him as a sweet, strong saint. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a slobbering owl. That's the sort of man he was.
Teruya walked over to the window and reflected on his busy surroundings. The rain hammered like sleeping mice.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Nikkei Yomiuri. Nikkei was a pale friend with ample hair and curvaceous skin.
Teruya gulped. He was not prepared for Nikkei.
As Teruya stepped outside and Nikkei came closer, he could see the silky smile on his face.
Nikkei gazed with the affection of 5408 dark abundant aardvarks. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss."
Teruya looked back, even more lovingly and still fingering the uwu teapot. "Nikkei, I love u," he replied.
They looked at each other with surprised feelings, like two knobby, keen kittens jogging at a very grey accident, which had reggae music playing in the background and two um uncles sitting to the beat.
Teruya regarded Nikkei's ample hair and curvaceous skin. "I feel the same way!" revealed Teruya with a delighted grin.
Nikkei looked happy, his emotions blushing like a harsh, helpless hawk.
Then Nikkei came inside for a nice drink of owange juice.
