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↳ "Friendship isn't friendship unless the care between you is mutual." ↲
⌠ Fracture ▯ Midnight City ⌡
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ◇ Yata Misaki - K Project
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #9D0A0F ▯ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #F16522
When Satoshi looked at the clock, it was almost 6:30 pm, and he knew that Natsuki would be home by now. He wanted to get to know the guy, but couldn't come up with a single solid excuse to knock on his door and was far too much of a wimp to use the real reason why. If only this weren't so complicated... Satoshi groaned and flopped back onto the floor, staring at the ceiling and wracking his brain for the reason why he even liked the guy in the first place. He couldn't even remember when he'd started getting nervous around his attractive classmate, let alone developed his feelings.
Sitting up, Sou smacked his hand hard into the middle of his forehead in an attempt to control the thoughts in his head and the blush in his cheeks. Hearing a knock at his door, he stood and made his way out of his bedroom, opening the door to find the Student Council President standing there. "Fujishima-kun, there was a letter with your name on it left in one of your classes. The teacher asked me to bring it to you." She said, handing him a plain white envelope with nothing but the characters of his name on the front. Satoshi thanked her and bowed politely, which he returned, closing the door as she left. Opening the envelope, Sou leaned against the front door and read the contents. They didn't make much sense.
Fighting everyone who intimidates you isn't gonna get you anywhere, and it puts you on a whole lot of hate lists. Better find someone to protect you before you get beaten to a pulp, kid.
It wasn't the first time Satoshi had gotten hate mail during his time at Chishiki Academy, though it was the first time someone had made an actual threat on his bodily well-being. Most of the previous notes had just been stupid insults or hate from the groupies of people he'd beaten in fights. Ripping up the note, Satoshi tossed it into the wastebasket and sighed, returning to his bedroom with the intent of finishing a book he'd checked out.
A couple of minutes later, he came to the realization that he'd left said library book somewhere, after searching through his back and the entirety of his apartment. Thinking back, he figured he had to have left it in his mathematics class, considering it was the only time he'd taken the book out of his bag that entire day. He sighed and turned back to his writing project. I guess I'll just have to hope its still there and go get it tomorrow morning.