I didn't feel like going to school the next day but we had a Student Council meeting for the upcoming School Festival. We had arranged for the music clubs for a performance, approved stall/theme request of several classes, and personally helped with the decorations. Kaichou was really artistic, and so was Sakura. Ah, the perfect cliché couple.

What's worse was that our class was doing a cosplay café. The only good thing about it was the cosplay part. I didn't want to serve people while wearing a costume. More importantly, I don't want the school to see me cosplaying!

But now that I think about it, Sakura would most definitely be the main atttraction, so I guess it's good.

On the second day of the School Festival, lots of people had already lined up in front of our classroom even before we opened. The first day was a huge success–everyone didn't have a free shift because we were so busy. We almost ran out of food and drinks to serve, too. We prepared our stocks to a triple today, because second day allows outsiders to participate in the festival.

At around 3 pm, the crowd thinned down and we finally got to have a break. I didn't have the same break as Sakura though, so maybe I'll go buy some food and go to the rooftop.

When I got there, a guy wearing a suit, with the necktie loose, was sleeping. This guy is that delinquent from my class, I think he's called Yoemon. Incidentally, this guy sits beside me in class but I never really talked to him since he was always asleep. Well, he's still asleep, even now.

I sat near the railings to see the whole campus. The crowd already died down since it was already near closing time but there's still a lot of people enjoying the event. Just then, I felt an intense pressure from behind me. Yoemon's glare sure is something to fear. It sent shivers down my spine.

"Hey, want some?" I gestured to the food beside me. I had a few yakisoba bread, several melon pans, one bag of chips, a bottle of tea and a can of coke.

"W-what?" Yoemon looks flustered. He must be really hungry.

"What do you mean, what? Come on, thou shall not let the food wait."

Hesitantly, he walked towards me and sat down five feet away.

"The food is not going to walk all the way there. Sit beside me, I don't bite," I said and took a bite from my meat bun.

"You're not scared of me?"

"Why would I be scared? You haven't done anything to me, right? As far as I know, the only thing you're good at is sleeping."

I could've sworn I saw a nerve pop on his forehead. But he sat beside me anyway and looked at the food, then at the meat bun on my hand.

"Here," I shoved the meat bun on his mouth. "You can have it. I don't really like it anyway. Which one will you have, the tea or coke?"

I stared at Yoemon who was staring intently at the meat bun. His face was red and steam was coming out of his face. The meat bun wasn't very hot though, so I wonder why?

"Keh, I'll have the tea." I accidentally dropped the cap and saw a miracle. "Hey, Yoemon look at this!" I grabbed him by the sleeve and made him look at the ground.

"No, I, uh, I'm afraid of heights," he said with his eyes closed.

"You know, for a delinquent, you are incredibly cute. Get on the floor and take a peek already, I'll hold you so don't be scared."

His face was all red now. Oh no, did I make him mad?

Anyway, he did what I said and saw what I was seeing. Two people, a girl and a guy–no doubt students of this school–were making out. We watched as they got down to business. The guy leaned in and kissed the girl again. The girl grabbed onto the guy's shirt and kissed back.

"Dude, hand me the chips," I told Yoemon without taking my eyes off the couple.

"Are you sure we should watch them? And, shouldn't you stop them? You're a student council member,"

"Nah it's fine. I'm only a treasurer anyway. Let's continue."

So the guy below started groping the girl's nonexistent boobs (not that I can complain, I'm flat as a board), the girl on the other hand, was making her way down the guy's pants.

(I'm sorry to the readers that are 18 and below.)

Just when I thought that they would start, a busty girl with brown hair came stomping into the area. The place was well out of sight so how did that girl know? Unless. . .

"'What are you doing? He's mine!' she said." Said Yoemon, while munching chips.

"Woah! You can dub! How?"

"Anime,"

"Liar, you can't possibly read mouths that only go like they're saying ma ma ma."

"You got me. I picked up the skill at home. Don't ask anymore."

And so, we continued watching while Yoemon dubs whatever it is they were saying. An incredible skill, I must say.

The two girls fought, and the guy tried to stop them. Girl #1 kissed the guy while Girl #2 watched with an annoyed expression. Girl #2 grabbed the guy's balls.

"Wow, so straighforward." I murmured. Yoemon snorted.

As things started getting heated, a disciplinary committee member approached and saw the miracle.

"What the hell are you guys doing here? Such indecency!" Dubbed Yoemon.

We rolled on the floor with laughter. I peeked down and saw the horrified look on the faces of the girls. They heard us!

"Crap, we could get roped into this! Quick think of a way to–"

"Sorry man, the manga we're reading is so damn funny!" Yoemon shouted and held up a manga. "Did we disturb you?"

We scooted a bit further away from the railings and continued laughing. This guy and his quick thinking!

"Well that was fun!" I sat up and collected the trash. "Come on, let's go back to the class and help."

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