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6/26/2025, 5:48:44 AM
Afternoon classes pass without a hitch, interrupted by neither headaches nor other students demanding your attention. With the end of classes a few do crowd around you to ask questions, apparently having heard rumors of your skipping class to walk around the school with a beautiful girl no-one could recognize. You brush past them without comment, making a mental note to take revenge on the rumor-mongering Kato and Yamada. Not to the extent of getting them expelled, but you should be able to find something. As you leave the classroom and begin your walk to the student council room, your phone vibrates.
"Did you meet Gen. Affairs-chan at your classroom? Not here. If you're just doing club review again I'm for home," reads a LINE message from Ikeda.
"Not here. Go home if you want, I won't keep you," you send back. The girl is probably just on her way from her class, the first year rooms are two floors down after all. The thought puts an idea in your head, though. Ikeda is leaving already, there's nothing really pressing about reviewing the clubs, and any plan put forward by the girl with the unverifiable past is suspect. Why wait for her and go along with the program she inserted into the Student Council's business under your name?
Once thought of, the choice couldn't be clearer. Feeling self-satisfied and comfortably relieved of the burden of strangeness that clung to you throughout yesterday, you make your way to the ground floor. There, in your shoe box, you discover a new oddity.
The envelope is an extremely pale pink, so near to white that its coloration is hardly visible. The floral perfume clinging to it is more blunt, and the elaborately decorated, highly feminine stationary within still moreso. Even before you read the note, you have a sense of what it will contain. It won't be the first confession you've turned down.
"Dear Yumigawa Rushorou," the letter begins.
"Although I have long known you from afar, in these past days my feelings have grown such that I can remain silent no longer. I must speak with you, regarding a matter of the utmost delicacy. A matter which I dare not commit to paper. When afternoon classes have finished, please come to the lawn beside the western wall of the main school building, where it borders a broad swathe of trees. We will have privacy there, that I may reveal to you the depth of my feeling. Although I understand what important matters must fill your schedule, I must ask that you make the time to meet with me. It would be impossible for me to overstate the importance of this conversation to me, and possibly to you."
"Did you meet Gen. Affairs-chan at your classroom? Not here. If you're just doing club review again I'm for home," reads a LINE message from Ikeda.
"Not here. Go home if you want, I won't keep you," you send back. The girl is probably just on her way from her class, the first year rooms are two floors down after all. The thought puts an idea in your head, though. Ikeda is leaving already, there's nothing really pressing about reviewing the clubs, and any plan put forward by the girl with the unverifiable past is suspect. Why wait for her and go along with the program she inserted into the Student Council's business under your name?
Once thought of, the choice couldn't be clearer. Feeling self-satisfied and comfortably relieved of the burden of strangeness that clung to you throughout yesterday, you make your way to the ground floor. There, in your shoe box, you discover a new oddity.
The envelope is an extremely pale pink, so near to white that its coloration is hardly visible. The floral perfume clinging to it is more blunt, and the elaborately decorated, highly feminine stationary within still moreso. Even before you read the note, you have a sense of what it will contain. It won't be the first confession you've turned down.
"Dear Yumigawa Rushorou," the letter begins.
"Although I have long known you from afar, in these past days my feelings have grown such that I can remain silent no longer. I must speak with you, regarding a matter of the utmost delicacy. A matter which I dare not commit to paper. When afternoon classes have finished, please come to the lawn beside the western wall of the main school building, where it borders a broad swathe of trees. We will have privacy there, that I may reveal to you the depth of my feeling. Although I understand what important matters must fill your schedule, I must ask that you make the time to meet with me. It would be impossible for me to overstate the importance of this conversation to me, and possibly to you."
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