A month has passed, and Inoue Fujimoto was getting stupid to the level of a retard stupid. She spent most of her school time, burying her head on her student desk and let her mind formulate a plan for hours. She didn't pay attention to the class and it ended up bad for her.686Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBbg75DRJj6
None had noticed her noticeable aura of mental agony. But supposing her classmates are also bunches of dimwits minding their business, why would they bother to mind her own? After all, school had just started and special events are soon to unfold in early stages of their high-school life. Currently, they're talking on what they're about to do in the occasion of it.686Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6SM9JcEAac
"Inou, it hasn't escaped my notice that you've been there sticking up your nose in your desk chair. What's troubling you?"
Apparently, all students except for one.
With an agonizing effort, Inoue looked up and stuck her nose at the student, with her chocolate-brown eyes narrowed that visibly indicated she doesn't want to be bothered and to mind her own affairs, especially this guy.
Chael I. Uchiwa, their class president. He's a brunet, but a darn fine-looking one. Silky black hair parted and waved in any side he wished that flowed down on his shoulders, deep tan complexion that looks smooth as a silk unlike her crisp-looking ones, and dark auburn eyes. He may be passed for a vampire, but his looks were just perfectly finely fine; a vampiric human in the side of the angels. Beautiful, almost beautiful. It is of no wonder that he's very popular with the girls.
But it is a wonder why Inoue hasn't got an eye for Chael, especially that he's also responsible and benign. She decided her visions were also working unintelligibly, like her brain currently is.
But then again, even with the zero infatuation toward this guy, she already had a very keen eye on someone else. A good-looking one too, of course.
"Don't call me Inou, Pres." Was the first thing she blurted out in an obvious disdain as she combed her ginger-rose fringes that were sticking up unattractively on her forehead. "People will mistake it for 'dog' and they'll think something grotesque is going on between us."
"Your changing the subject. Why are you distraught?"
"Why do you want to know?" She answered in a non-answer. "Besides, you can't make me."
Inoue slowly gazed down on her table that has been slammed by a box of strawberries thanks to the class president. Her eyes wide open unlike before.
"If you haven't realized, I'm not only your "elective subordinate" but also my friend and it's only natural for me, as a friend, to be concerned of you."
For sure, the president's action doesn't exactly compliment his words. While he sounds genuinely friendly, he was conspicuously bribing her for information.
But what the heck. She didn't even know the reason why she's being secretive about this. Everybody knows what's what, maybe the reason why everybody in here acts like they care less.
"Well... so far, I haven't come up with an elaborate plan to um... win Rikkun's heart."
"I thought Kuro is with you on it?" The class president replied quick. Too quick as though he had expected her answer. Inoue slightly frowned at this perception.
"Kuro said he's bad at thinking things except for thinking green things, so he left that part to me while he promised to deal the acting things." She explained with a shrug of the shoulder. "Happy now? Can you leave me now?"
"Not yet. I don't think you won't be able to anyway."
"What's that?" Inoue replied. Dangerously. A warning.
"I'm going to give you a suggestion." The president said flatly. This made the dangerous warning thingamie lessened. "Why don't you look for events? Just like what our classmates are doing?"
"Eh? But that's..."
"Winning anyone's heart doesn't mean to be elaborate. True, it's very simple, but that doesn't mean that it never had value. Truth be told, the greatest valuable things come from the simplest things."
"... I was going to say "plain" but you do have a point." Her features hardened in determination. "Thanks, Pres. I owe you one... or two that is."
Someone's pale arm embraced the tanned neck of Chael, although it's not an attempted choking, the class president looked choked nonetheless. Choked in sudden tinge of gripping annoyance.
"Hey~ What's the talk all about?" Further annoying the class president, Kuro lightly rested his chin on the shoulder, brushing his intense-red hair against the class president's jet-black ones. "How come I wasn't in it?"
The transfer student, Kuro Zaya. Just like the class president, he's very well-known in school-- in a shortest amount of time. He has a natural habit to behave flirtatiously in both genders. Within a few weeks, he caused a mischief of attracting 69% students and teachers alike, earning him a reputation for, "Gay-harem Incubus". The remaining percentage only thought of him as being "Garrulously-highly Obnoxious".
A light sigh escaped on the class president's lips. A way for him to let out the tinge of annoyance. "You can simply come beside us like a normal person, you know?"
"Well~ I am not a normal person, you know~" Grinning, he came closer to the class president, so that their cheeks are touching each other. His honey-colored eyes took a side-glance at the class president, gleaming like the sunset. He stared at the class president with lustful eyes.
Fake lustful eyes, that is.
"You're handsomely prettier up close, Pres. Especially those eyelashes..." closing the remaining mils in them, the transfer student whispered in the president's ear.
"Can I... lick them?"
That's Kuro Zaya. A homo, tall and proud.
Before the class president would make a perfectly calm negative retort a small unidentifiable object shot pass the transferee when he only quickly pulled away from the president and side-stepped. The said object punctured the wall far behind him instead.
"I thought daggers aren't allowed!" Kuro exclaimed after Chael who was standing stiff, probably from the slight shock. The class president regained his collected composure in an instant and merely shrugged at the transfer student.
"Disappointing. You managed to dodge that too." Inoue said in self-disappointment. Kuro temporarily grinned in self-triumph upon hearing it. Temporarily, to repeat.
"Didn't I told you? I got survival skills, sweetheart. And--WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! MY HEART ALMOST DIED! I THOUGHT WE WERE COMRADES!"
Inoue shrugged in a less apologetic manner than she intended to. "Sorry. Just a bit pissed off at you, is all."
"A-a bit pissed!--"
"I thought you want to claim Rikkun's heart, and yet you're acting like this. That pissed me off, a little."
Kuro's mouth opened and closed. Then opened and closed again. He thought it better to formulate his words than to blurt something that might provoke her.
"Look, this is just how I am... but I swear, I'm really really serious about Rikkun-kun." His features suddenly turned serious. "I wouldn't be any happier than to be with Rikkun-kun! Swear!"
Inoue pointed a rude finger at Kuro.
"Then be serious! Before you know it, I'll be winning Rikkun's heart! Just like you, I'm deeply serious about him, too!"
Pompously, Kuro harrumphed.
"I so will. I won't lose, especially to you!"
Someone cleared his throat so loud it obviously attracted the two, turning their fiery gazes toward the source.
Leaning on his seat was their classmate with long, cocoa hair in a choppy hairstyle. His crossed legs propped on his table, showing a bit of his pale tawny ankles. With his hands tucked in his uniform pants pocket, he craned his neck to meet those gazes with his icy-blue ones.
The fire in their eyes died out in a heartbeat.
"You two saying those revolting stuffs..." Rikkun raised an eyebrow at them. "...I'm just right here, you know."
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