Sunny's ears burnt unable to cope with the words which floated to them. The situation made no sense, and Matsumoto was not even interested in her to top things off.
Sunny looked at Madoka for some support, but Madoka clearly enjoyed the teen-rom scene which was being played before her. All she needed for a full movie experience was a box of popcorn.
"Please listen Masumoto San, if it's about those rumors going around about how easy foreign girls are, I would like you to know that-"
The young man stopped her half way, "Are you easy? Is it a habit of yours to kiss a random person?"
"No, of course not," Sunny answered in a defensive tone, lifting and shaking her head to protest.
"Then just be my girlfriend, isn't it better that way?" Matsumoto continued.
She didn't imagine him this stubborn.
What was this?
Blackmail, did the kiss earlier burn a fuse in his head?
Before she could answer it's him who's bending in the 90° position.
"Watanabe San would you please become my girlfriend?"
It seemed more like a forced recruitment for a sports club than a real love declaration.
Matsumoto sounded like a real desperados, Sunny didn't know why he insisted so much, but she felt like he needed her help. She promised herself to not be moved by this type of situation. Things had gone so wrong with Saitama, she heard someone say "yes."
Eeh, who said that? Sunny thought forgetting her mouth was as quick as Usain Bolt.
Seeing Masumoto's face brighten made her realize she had just accepted his unrealistic proposal.
Madoka clapped her hands, snapping them out of our bubble, and pursued by presenting herself.
"Hajimemashite Shuya Madoka desu, I'm your girlfriend's bestie."
"Masumoto Shota, nice to meet you."
Ehhhh, what is this surreal scene, this type of thing is not supposed to happen in real life. But with one bended back I am dating my schools heart throb, Sunny thought at that moment.
Madoka was really talkative; she spoke with Matsumoto as if they are old friends. Sunny didn't get it, her friend was usually so cold. Mastumoto walked them to the bus stop and watched them leave. Looking back on his tall figure growing small as the bus drove away the reality of the event slapped Sunny on the face.
"Wow, you really have a rare karma Sunny, I mean first it was X senpai, who fished you out at last year's opening ceremony and now-" said Madoka. Saitama was a name which Madoka never pronounced around her friend.
"Madoka, what have I done and what do you mean by fished? Am I a fish now?" Sunny returned.
"You are a rare otoro [expensive tuna fish], at least it proves you are not cursed," she said smiling. "Have a look at the pics I took, it looks like a movie scene, how I should call it, Bishonen to Baka [The hot guy and the idiot]" Madoka added.
"That's so mean, why the idiot?" Sunny asked.
"Because only an idiot does not realize, when luck has come her way," Madoka the wise friend said.
Was it really luck, was it not circumstances?
Sunny did not know why Masumoto wanted to date her so bad.
Seated at the back of the car Masumoto's face grew red like a cherry.
The strawberry scent which Sunny gloss had left on him haunted him.
Matsumoto didn't think his plan could work, but he had taken a step towards her.
The first time saw her was at a basketball match. All that could be seen was her light brown hair amongst all the silky black hair around her. Everyone talked about the Saitama Senpai's girlfriend.
Friendly and kind, Sunny always helped out people. Saitama was proud to have a girlfriend who stood out from the batch, but his pride soon transformed into complaints in the locker room.
"Her friends are the schools leftovers; she always interrupts me when I'm speaking. She does not let me hold her bag, and she is always saying no."
All these comments made Masumoto laugh ironically, did Saitama Senpai think she was a doll or some kind of robot who would reply "yes, Gosujinsama? [master]"
Sunny Watanabe was French born Japanese who grew up with the freedom of speech which you find in the west. She moved to Japan at her parent's death therefore her education was everything except one of typical Japanese.
The girl spoke her mind and laughed loudly. She was so carefree and maybe it was the reason why she caught Masumoto's eye.
She was so different Matsumoto thought, being in her class pushed him to want to get close to her.
20th floor, the last person had got off, nine empty floors later, and he was finally home. He was the only occupant of the 30th floor, he could relax. It had been a long time, nothing had changed this time.
The fridge was empty as usual. The wristbands still hurt, the cuts were deep. He sunk to the floor breaking out in cries, “taidaima”. The apartment was cold and empty, he could cry to his heart's content.
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Bishonen to Baka! She is the idiot, it would be correct to say Beauty, and he's the Beast, Sunny thought covering her face with het cushion.
Why was she so happy?
It was only a favor at least it was the impression she had.
Masumoto was a little weird despite his position in the school popularity chain. He was the son of a famous deceased business man, the heir of a big company and its holdings. Yet he attended the same private but not the best school.
Nobody really knew him, personally, so why would this guy even acknowledge her existence.
Something was off, but yet Sunny cuddled her cushion with joy.
Who are you Masumoto? Was her last thought before dozing off.
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