Left without time react, Sunny ran to her desk and the teacher came in.
"Please, be seated".
Sunny who usually finished first was a total mess in front of her test paper.
Kamisama, you can come and fetch me! I didn't know my life would be so short. I am going to die the "matsu" fans will kill me.
When she finished almost everyone was gone, Masumoto's seat was empty.
Maybe he isn't that resentful.
Sunny slid and glided against the walls afraid to meet the girls from my class, but no one was waiting. She owed her peace to the patrol of student council members walking in the halls.
No one could just hang out in the corridors without a purpose, especially a group of people. Madoka waited for her outside as expected.
"How did your test go?" Madoka asked.
"Let's hurry Madoka," Sunny said as she pulled her friend by the sleeves.
"Why? Has it got something to do with the girls from your class? They were waiting for you, but the student counsel chased them away."
"Let's hurry, onegai," Sunny begged.
"Why?" Madoka asked again.
This was her best friend Madoka, her curiosity was somewhat deadly.
Scared of being punished by the girls from her class Sunny insisted sweating like an okonomiyaki on the grill.
"Your face is all red what's wrong?" Madoka asked.
Madoka was a fake tsundere Sunny didn't know it was possible, to fake it. Yet Madoka made it happen; she always styled her hair in two pigtails, answered dryly and wore fake glasses.
When Sunny asked her why one day, she said.
"It's is cute, thus I don't want to be the leading role I can just be the nerdy best friend. Sunny did not understand what she meant; Madoka stood out almost as much a Sunny. This Made them the perfect pair of social outcasts. Madoka was part of the photography club and also Sunny's only female friend.
"Did something happen today?" Madoka asked walking whilst Sunny ran.
"Watanabe san."
There it was; the voice which Sunny hoped to flee was now calling.
"Don't turn around Madoka," Sunny said in a desperate tone, thinking she could lose him.
Sunny should have known by then nothing would occur the way she desired as expected it's too late. Madoka stopped to welcome their pursuer; Sunny turned and immediately bended her head at 90° to apologize.
"Hontoni, sumimasen deshita Masumoto San," Sunny said not changing my position.
"Watanabe san, you can lift your head," Matsumoto said without any anger in his voice.
Sunny did as asked, he stared at her like he had never done before, it was almost warm.
Sunny shuddered, it was strange.
The boy's gaze always made her feel like she was some kind of scientific experiment when it was upon her. Now Sunny got the impression he upgraded her to the rank of human.
"Watanabe San, would you please go out with me?
"Eééé, sorry."
someone call an ambulance there's a girl who just died on the spot, all that is missing is the outline of my body drawn by chalk on the ground.
The click of Madoka's camera made Sunny jump, Madoka loved taking photos of scenes of a nameless absurdity.
"Go-me-nasai Ma-stu-moto san, I'm real-ly so-rry but it was a joke," Sunny said stuttering
"I'm serious though," the boy said and Sunny believed him, he looked and sounded serious.
Sunny heard about this myth: Which stated some Japanese were so pure of thought, they assumed responsibility for their actions in extreme ways.
Perhaps like in manga he took the joke seriously, and he wants to marry me or something? What am I to do?
"Honestly, Masumoto San you are not interested in me right, I'm not your type right?" Sunny said whilst her brain was calculating like a GPS her next move.
"I don't know if you are my type or not," Matsumoto replied.
"You see what I mean," Sunny said reassured.
Wait a minute why am I reassured? The guy says I'm not his type, what's good about that? If I'm maybe not his type then what does he want from me?
"But I want you to be my girlfriend!" Matsumoto continued.
The guy a SM, there's no doubt about it, Sunny thought.
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