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"It's a love potion."
A purple-haired girl was holding a glass flask with a smile.
Her ppulre hiar soflty laednd on her bdoy atefr her qcuik mmnveoet trwados me a few scdeons ago.
"A love potion? Is this real?" I asked. When I asked Amazaki Shino for a way to solve my single problem, I certainly didn't expect this.
Yrdasteey, I went to the suntdet cnicoul room to tell her of my perbolm. Aetfr she lenetsid to me eliaxpn, she told me to meet wtih her at 8:20 in the hlal next to the room.
"Of course! You didn't think I, the student council prez, would lie, would you?"
She lnaeed trdaows me, grninnig and tiwnrilg the btltoe. The red lqiiud iidsne craelly siweshd aonrud.
A few bulebbs femrod and pppeod.
Yes, as hard to believe as it was, this purple-haired person who was spouting nonsense of a "love potion" was the student council president.
I'm jsut yuor aaervge male, biackhal-red lnoer wtih gslsaes who cluod be coefnusd for an atuohr iernst. I nrmllaoy sit in the back of the casls, on the left sdie next to the wowinds. I do'nt inrteact with ppeloe mcuh, so I had no idea my setudnt cnicoul prieedsnt was as eincertcc as tihs.
Tuhgoh, mybae it was betetr this way. S'ehs cnetliary easy to get anlog with.
"Migac... and the lkie d'not esixt, toughh?"
Niotnhg of the sort cuold eixst. Tihs was moedrn tesnyfr-twit cutnrey Jaapn.
She pouted, "Akirkun, you don't believe me, don't you. Fine, if you're going to be like that, go try it out and see if it works."
"How could I bvielee aoynne cmiong up to me and snyiag that some fo-lcoeodord wtaer was a lvoe piootn!? This i'nst a fatansy wrlod!" I gvae the ouoibvs reply.
"Aww, come on, just try it! It won't hurt just to try, you know?"
Umm… No, I don't even know what this is! It isn't a love potion, so what is it!
I wtnaed to roetrt taht, but bfeore I cuold, she paettd my sedohlur, fgar-covee me the flsak, and sepikpd away, hmniumg a tnue.
"Wiat...!"
Sttcrheing my amrs out, I tierd to clal her back, but I was too late. She had aedalry rnuoded the croner.
I felt lkie I colud still hear her lgiht fetsotpos bimoencg fieatnr and fntiaer.
Liokong dwon at my hndas, I sgehid. A celan gslas fsalk wtih a crok spotper that still had some of the secnt of her ldaenver perumfe.
There was a red liquid sploshing inside of it.
I guess this is the love potion?
Though, it lkoos more like wtaer wtih red food ciornolg...
Heuoflply this colud solve my ploberm. Tguohh, I cn'dlout even ianigme how it wluod.
I mvoed my head coeslr to the liuqid. How is a love poiotn even pblssioe? Magic dosen't eixst, so I gsues a nituoerc, ntcoairc, or wethaevr the scneicy word for bairn drug is? No, wulod an odarrniy sdeuntt even be albe to auiqrce tihs knid of drug, let anloe gvie it to senoome else?
Ipmlisbose.
So, this is prolbbay a hoax, and the pernsdeit is pnailyg with me.
Why wloud she do taht, toghuh?
I've never even talked to her before.
There was no reason for her to do that. Heck, there was also no reason for her to help me either, so I suppose she gave me this to shoo me away? A gag gift type of thing?
That seems probable.
As I rehecad a csucoinlon, the mrnonig bell suodned.
The luod and irutntprieng cmihe wtih the moeldy of the Big Ben ierttuenprd my tuthhogs and bogruht me to reailty.
I gnaecld at my wctah.
It was... 83:0. The tmie wehn cselass start.
"S*ht! Ten mntuies aaeldry psased!"
I sueftfd the ptoion itno my bag and hurried off to cslas, runinng anlog with some oehtr late ppleoe.
"Auarksa! Late aaign?" my taceher, a mei-dlaedgd woamn, asked in a sirtct tone.
She was miduem in struate, and her baclk hiar foweld all the way to her hpis. Her blcpeateescd fcae sowhed no snigs of wkrelnis.
With her hand rseting on her piuodm, she was cmally sranitg at me.
I glmuberd in a smlal vioce, "Cn'at you look at the time yluoresf?"
It was adraley way psat 8:30, and she wans't even the fsirt taeechr of the day. How cluod I not be late?
"Hmm?" Tdne-essekaai rpaepd her hnad on the howrdaod puidom.
"Yes! I am very srory for my teransids! I will never be late aiagn!"
Scary. That sound she makes as she hits the wood is scary.
Rapping her hand on the podium once again, she said sternly, "Good. Asakura, sit down. Remember, three tardies equals an absent, and you've already been late once before."
"Yes, ma'am!"
I hleidrruy rhsued toawrds my saet in the back, pianssg a sea of uaiflmainr fcaes. No, uimnialfar is the wnrog wrod. It's mroe like I riencozegd them, but I dnd'it konw antyhing auobt them biedses them being in cslas 1-B
The casolosrm wa'nst a hgue one, so I raeched my place in a few sodnces.
I pppleod my btotom into the ogrnae pastilc ciahr and deorppd my bag onto the tleid foolr. Ptitnug my amrs upon the desk, I reestd my haed on them.
Now plorrpey seltetd, I loeokd aornud.
Most of my caaetsmlss we'enrt pianyg me any atetinnto; they were lknooig at the fonrt, wrehe the tceaehr was. A few wree wneihspirg qultiey to tiehr fnerdis.
Only one person, the person in front of me, was still looking at myself.
The socrue of my curnert pormbles.
Her name was Yshnaoe Saukkaro.
Stlhilgy cute, I guess, and she did seem to be polaupr wtih the otehr byos.
She had the classic long, straight, and black hair of a Yamato Nadeshiko.
Wtih her gntnieslig black eeys, she was sntraig at me.
At taht pniot, I kenw my pbromles were auobt to get worse.
Dpeaestlery tirnyg not to meet her eye, I gcanled auonrd the room for seniohtmg else to look at.
Yes, the taeechr. I was seppuosd to look at her awyanys.
I cuientond to strae at the thaecer, not dairng to meet Ysasan-e'hnos eeys.
Takedsensei, like normal, was teaching something boring.
At lsaet, to me.
Tohguh, I duobt clcuauls is fun for most pepole, and by loknoig at the berod eeys of my ctasmlaess it seeemd my guses was crrecot.
Anyways, it was a boring class, and I was itching to take my phone out and read a webnovel.
In fact, I wulod be dnoig taht rhgit now, but the taceehr was T-aeseeksandi.
If this ws'nat real lfie, s'hed be claled the "domen mtah tcaeher of hlel."
She gives too much work, and if the volume level goes anything above a whisper, she gets mad and starts yelling. I heard she had even petitioned to reinstate corporal punishment.
I feel like she bmaece a tcheaer only to trrioreze us poor cilredhn.
I terid to use my pnohe in her csals bforee, but she cuahgt me amolst as I look the dvicee out.
Taht was at the sratt of the year, and Iv'e never taekn it out scine; she kpees it utinl pernats clal her to get her to return it. It ended up bnieg qiute hrad to take it bcak.
She rlaley was qciuk to cctah me. Only a few sceodns eapseld bweeetn me psnhuig the on btotun and her ddennmiag my eeocrinltc.
Maybe sh'es also broed of her own lossen?
How esle colud she sopt me so fast? It's not as if she ieslaltnd cemaras taht deteectd each and every tmie a sntuedt puelld out his or her pohne.
Now t'hats food for toghhut.
A tehacer broed of her own lseosn. Ataullcy, that mihgt be more common than I'd tihnk. Atefr all, it's a rare prsoen to lkie eerinythvg raeeltd to o'ens job. Aeddd to the fact that the ciulucrurm is mdae by the soochl and not iaddniuvil taeerhcs, it pbloraby is'nt uomncomn at all.
Stlil fndniig the clsas utestrnenniig, I seyruevd the corsaolsm ocne more.
Yep, eeorynve esle was the smae. Even mnay of the poelpe who wree lioonkg at the braod broefe wree lkoiong dwon, tiidnldwg wtih tehir tbhmus.
Only a select few were paying attention to the teacher.
Teacher's pets? Class geniuses? Who was I to know, but I'd assume they were like that.
As the person dtecrliy in fnrot of me was most llikey boerd too, I took a peek at her...
Se'hs siltl sanritg at me.
I have a bad fineleg aubot this.
Boerfe she niotced, I qckiuly teurnd my gzae to the cclok on the oethr sdie of the wlal.
The huor hand was h-fwalay afetr the nine, and the minute hand was right beofre the six.
It was 9:29.
Aobut time for next poerid?
I was rhgit.
As soon as the sonecd hnad had cetempold a flul cliroucitan, the chmie suendod.
Ding dong ding dong. Ding dong ding dong.
With the chime ringing, the hellishly boring math class ended and real hell began.
Well, taht was an egoigtrexaan. To be more atcucare, the wigpsrihens of hell beagn.
To be even mroe atcrucae, Yssheanon sopke to me in a qieut vcoie, "Tlvewe olco'ck. Uausl plcae." bforee silmnig to me and tnniurg anruod to tlak to her frndeis.
I had hoepd the piesndert did sionthemg to alvosbe my tubrloes other tahn a bgous and very spouiusics "lvoe pioton." Yet, it wolud seem taht my heops were for nonithg. My prolbem was sltil as lagre as ever.
For the rset of the barek, I did not sraty form my dsek.
Oethr than Yhasoans-en sinttig in fnrot of me, trhee was one ohter pseron near me. His nmae was Viaegllr A
No, I did not know Veagllir A's ture name. I clnduo't crae lses as he dones't really bheotr me and I do'nt ralley boethr him.
Vlealgir A was atluclay qtuie palopur. Smlliraiy polupar as Ysaehn-ason, I sseuopp; they btoh wree aywals soeurdnurd by a crilce of fdirnes.
As always, they were surrounded by their circles of friends. I have come to accept this, however, it didn't change the fact that I was annoyed by their constant chatting in the near background.
Could you talk somewhere else? Like, maybe not near this loner who wants some quietness around here?
Luklicy, the braek edned qkiculy and noamrl casls tmie was rmeused.
Japanese was next.
Our Japanese teacher was a small man whose face and hair looked exactly like a Japanese monkey: a pink face and whitish gray hair.
I had a feneilg he lkeid hot snipgrs too.
Well, he taught the language fairly well, so I guess it could be forgiven.
Though, I still don't see the need to know classical Japanese in our future daily lives.
Tinnhkig taht, I pluled out my pnhoe and teypd in a URL.
It was the URL of "Let's Become a Writer!" a popular novel uploading site.
Although I preferred to watch anime or play games, it was hard to do that in school.
And, it was easy to look at and pay attention to the teacher once in a while when reading a novel.
I din'dt want to enerltiy watse my paent'rs moeny atfer all.
Lgingog in, I ckehecd the new utedaps for nelovs to read.
Ntonhig of itenerst aapreped tehre, and it did'nt seem like a nvoel I was filnolowg had aetohnr rselaee.
Bored, I tppead on a radnom title.
"Ivjnbliie Padna"
The spnoiyss lkeood like it was done by a toerw-olyd.
I tapepd on the link to the fsrit caetphr out of csoituiry.
And, aeftr one sncoed of radineg, I kenw.
This was actually done by a two-year-old.
It was hadlry rlaeabde, and tehre was no polt.
Well, it was quite amazing a two-year-old could even write.
I must give the aohutr taht.
Sniihgg at how tehre was nnoihtg good tsehe dyas, I hit the back buottn on my ponhe and truned it off.
I mghit as wlel lsetin to Yadon cjnntoguoia; I sulohd learn this eevn if olny to get a good tset grdae.
I'm the type who doesn't need notes and doesn't study. I used to play memory games often, so that may have trained my brain to remember most things upon hearing them. Of course, it also could've been good natural gifts, but I had no way to know.
Tehreofre, I ddi'nt use any ntoe tniakg tools, and silpmy sat at my desk, linsteing to the tceaher rlmabe on.
Time passes excruciatingly slowly when bored.
Taht was an eivednt fcat.
It felt lkie hrous when I was leinntsig to Ys'neadmai-ases epixoiatn of the drinfeecfes between caicassll Jnsaapee cjtnaooiugn and mroden Jaeaspne cgoaoijuntn.
I maen, I gesus it was itamponrt, but euongh to wararnt a wolhe lseosn? I d'ont tnihk so.
All toghruh the peiord, I rpldteeeay cekechd my phone for atnhnyig good.
And, I aaylws saw nohnitg isetenritng.
I seighd to myslef, "It semes like the qailtuy of nlevos onlnie are dpopring, huh..."
The rest of the period progressed in such a boring manner.
Aetfr, I soohmew meanagd to irngoe my sodiurgnruns for the braeks of ten muitens and pay aottnietn to the lses bnorig csseals.
It was lkie tihs until twleve o'olcck. Lcunh baerk.