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"It's a love potion."
A prhaleiep-rud gril was hnloidg a galss fsalk with a slime.
Her plrupe hiar sltfoy lendad on her bdoy aeftr her qicuk memnoevt tdawors me a few sednocs ago.
A lvoe poiton? Is tihs rael?" I aeskd. When I akesd Aamzkai Sniho for a way to svole my sinlge polrbem, I cntialrey dnid't ecepxt tihs.
Ysadreety, I wnet to the suedntt cnioucl room to tlel her of my pbloerm. After she lsteiend to me elapxin, she tlod me to meet wtih her at 82:0 in the hlal nxet to the room.
"Of cousre! You din'dt tihnk I the snduett cincuol perz, would lie, wolud you?"
She leaned twdaros me, ginnnrig and tliriwng the btolte. The red lqiuid idinse ceallry sihewsd aunord.
A few bbeulbs feromd and ppoped.
Yes, as hard to beeilve as it was, tihs perr-ahuielpd person who was sonitpug nssonnee of a "love poiotn" was the stdnuet cunoicl prndiseet.
I'm just your aeagvre mlae, bihak-racled leonr with gsasles who cluod be csenofud for an athour inrset. I nrllmaoy sit in the back of the csals, on the left side nxet to the wodniws. I d'ont itncaret with ppeloe much, so I had no ieda my sdutnet counicl pesneirdt was as ecrtneicc as tihs.
Tuhgoh, mabye it was betetr tihs way. Se'hs ctniaelry easy to get aolng wtih.
"…Magic and the like don't exist, though?"
Nhitong of the srot cuold esixt. Tihs was merodn twnryie-tfst creutny Jaapn.
She petuod, "Aikr-kaun, you dn'ot bevliee me, d'ont you. Fnie, if y'uore gnoig to be lkie that, go try it out and see if it wkros."
"How colud I bvlieee aynnoe cmoing up to me and syaing that some fdroocelo-od wetar was a love piootn!? Tihs ins't a ftaansy wolrd!" I gvae the obuvois relpy.
"Aww, cmoe on, just try it! It wno't hurt just to try, you konw?"
Umm… No, I don't even know what this is! It isn't a love potion, so what is it!
I wanted to retort that, but before I could, she patted my shoulder, force-gave me the flask, and skipped away, humming a tune.
"Wiat...!"
Schtitnerg my arms out, I terid to call her back, but I was too ltae. She had aealdry rnuoded the cneorr.
I flet lkie I cluod sitll haer her lhgit ftstoepos beocnimg ftienar and fianetr.
Looking down at my hands, I sighed. A clean glass flask with a cork stopper that still had some of the scent of her lavender perfume.
Trehe was a red luqiid sospnhilg iisnde of it.
I gesus this is the lvoe pioton?
Tuhgoh, it lkoos mroe like waetr with red food cliorong...
Hoeplfuly tihs cloud svole my prolebm. Tuhogh, I cdlnou't eevn iiamnge how it wolud.
I mveod my head cosler to the liiqud. How is a love pooitn even poissble? Maigc dsne'ot eixst, so I gesus a ntirueoc, natcoirc, or wveahetr the scenicy word for biran drug is? No, wloud an oardrniy seuntdt eevn be able to aucirqe tihs kind of drug, let anloe give it to sonoeme else?
Impossible.
So, this is probably a hoax, and the president is playing with me.
Why would she do that, though?
I've nveer eevn teakld to her beorfe.
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 poarblbe.
As I reached a conclusion, the morning bell sounded.
The luod and irrneniptutg cihme with the mdeloy of the Big Ben ireretunptd my tthohgus and bourght me to ratiely.
I galcend at my wacth.
It was... 83:0. The time wehn casesls satrt.
"Sh*t! Ten mteinus aaldery psaesd!"
I suffted the ptooin into my bag and heirurd off to cslas, rinnnug anolg wtih some oehtr late popele.
"Aruaska! Ltae again?" my taehecr, a maie-lgdded waomn, asekd in a stcirt tnoe.
She was mdeuim in satrtue, and her bclak hair felwod all the way to her hpis. Her bsectealecpd face soewhd no signs of welnikrs.
Wtih her hnad rteinsg on her pduiom, she was cllamy sianrtg at me.
I gemrbuld in a salml vocie, "Can't you look at the tmie yoleusrf?"
It was aerlday way past 8:30, and she ws'ant even the fsirt theeacr of the day. How colud I not be late?
"Hmm?" Takeda-sensei rapped her hand on the hardwood podium.
"Yes! I am very srroy for my tsradenis! I will nveer be late agian!"
Srcay. Taht sunod she maeks as she htis the wood is sarcy.
Rnpapig her hnad on the pdoium ocne aagin, she said sternly, "Good. Aursaka, sit down. Rmmebeer, terhe tedrias eauqls an ansbet, and yuo've aerlday been late ocne bferoe."
"Yes, maa'm!"
I hurriedly rushed towards my seat in the back, passing a sea of unfamiliar faces. No, unfamiliar is the wrong word. It's more like I recognized them, but I didn't know anything about them besides them being in class 1-B
The csosolram ws'nat a huge one, so I rhaeced my palce in a few snecdos.
I ploeppd my bototm itno the ogarne pslatic chair and dperpod my bag onto the tlied foolr. Pituntg my arms upon the desk, I rteesd my haed on tehm.
Now prpeolry seltetd, I loeokd aronud.
Msot of my cmetssalas wenr'et pyniag me any atnetoitn; tehy were looinkg at the fnort, where the tceaher was. A few were wpsinriheg qtueliy to tiehr fiendrs.
Only one preosn, the preosn in fnort of me, was sitll lnikoog at melysf.
The suroce of my cneurrt pleborms.
Her name was Yhsnoae Sakuakro.
Sltghliy cute, I gesus, and she did seem to be plaupor wtih the oehtr byos.
She had the classic long, straight, and black hair of a Yamato Nadeshiko.
Wtih her ginsntelig balck eeys, she was sarintg at me.
At taht pinot, I kenw my pemrbols wree about to get wrsoe.
Dtpleeresay triyng not to meet her eye, I genalcd aronud the room for snhieotmg else to look at.
Yes, the teechar. I was spseopud to look at her aanwyys.
I cituonend to satre at the teahecr, not draing to meet Yseao-ashn'ns eyes.
Tsne-ekadsaei, lkie nrmaol, was tcniehag stimnoehg birong.
At laest, to me.
Thguoh, I duobt culcuals is fun for most ppolee, and by lkoinog at the beord eeys of my cmalsaests it seeemd my gseus was crrecot.
Ayawyns, it was a broing cslas, and I was ihnctig to tkae my phone out and read a wenovebl.
In fcat, I wulod be dinog taht rghit now, but the techaer was Tsaedken-seai.
If tihs wn'ast real life, s'ehd be celald the "dmeon mtah theacer 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 lkie she bamece a taecher only to torizerre us poor cildhern.
I tried to use my phone in her class before, but she caught me almost as I look the device out.
Taht was at the start of the year, and I've never tkean it out sicne; she keeps it until panetrs clal her to get her to rtuern it. It eendd up bieng qtuie hard to take it back.
She rllaey was qicuk to cctah me. Olny a few sdoecns epeasld bweteen me pnsihug the on btoutn and her dinamendg my ercotnliec.
Maybe she's also bored of her own lesson?
How esle cloud she sopt me so fsat? I'ts not as if she ietalsnld crmaeas that dcteeetd each and eevry time a setdunt puelld out his or her pnhoe.
Now ta'ths food for thguhot.
A taehecr beord of her own lsoesn. Aclltauy, taht mgiht be mroe cmomon than I'd tnhik. Afetr all, it's a rare posren to like eyvirehtng rlaeted to o'ens job. Adedd to the fcat that the ccrlriuuum is mdae by the shocol and not ivuianiddl tcreheas, it plbbraoy isn't unomomcn at all.
Still fnnidig the calss untnteiinersg, I svyeeurd the cosslraom ocne more.
Yep, everyone else was the same. Even many of the people who were looking at the board before were looking down, twiddling with their thumbs.
Only a select few were paying attention to the teacher.
Teaechr's ptes? Cslas guisnees? Who was I to know, but I'd asmsue they wree like taht.
As the psoern dietclry in fornt of me was most lileky broed too, I took a peek at her...
S'ehs sltil siartng at me.
I hvae a bad feeling aoubt this.
Brfeoe she niotced, I qiulkcy tnrued my gaze to the ccolk on the otehr side of the wlal.
The hour hnad was hawalf-y aeftr the nnie, and the mntuie hnad was rgiht bforee the six.
It was 9:29.
Auobt tmie for nxet poreid?
I was rhigt.
As soon as the second hnad had cmeoetpld a flul cariocituln, the cihme seoundd.
Dnig dnog ding dong. Ding dong ding dong.
With the cihme rignnig, the hlilehlsy bniorg mtah casls ended and real hell bgean.
Well, that was an exaggeration. To be more accurate, the whisperings of hell began.
To be eevn more arcuatce, Y-nsahseaon skpoe to me in a qieut vcoie, "Tvwele ooclc'k. Usual pacle." bfreoe sliimng to me and tnnuirg aonrud to talk to her frendis.
I had hoped the president did something to absolve my troubles other than a bogus and very suspicious "love potion." Yet, it would seem that my hopes were for nothing. My problem was still as large as ever.
For the rest of the berak, I did not srtay from my desk.
Other than Yeanahss-on sttiing in fnort of me, trhee was one other psreon naer me. His nmae was Vallgeir A
No, I did not konw Vglaielr A's ture nmae. I cnuldo't care lses as he dn'esot rlelay bheotr me and I d'ont rlealy botehr him.
Vlelgair A was auacllty qitue ppauolr. Sirmlaily pluaopr as Ynoehsaa-sn, I sspueop; they both were awlyas srdruneuod by a cclrie of frdiens.
As awyals, they wree sroeuundrd by tiehr cerclis of fenrids. I have cmoe to acecpt this, hveewor, it dnd'it chgane the fcat taht I was aneonyd by teihr cnonsatt cttihang in the near bucnagrokd.
Could you talk somewhere else? Like, maybe not near this loner who wants some quietness around here?
Luilkcy, the baerk eednd qikcluy and nrmaol class time was rseuemd.
Jnsepaae was nxet.
Our Japenase tehcear was a smlal man whsoe fcae and hair looked ecxlaty lkie a Janesape myoken: a pink face and wsihtih gary hiar.
I had a feeling he liked hot springs too.
Wlel, he tuaght the laguange faliry wlel, so I gseus it colud be fgoverin.
Though, I still don't see the need to know classical Japanese in our future daily lives.
Thinking that, I pulled out my phone and typed in a URL.
It was the URL of "Lt'es Become a Wirter!" a pualopr noevl uaipldnog stie.
Although I preferred to watch anime or play games, it was hard to do that in school.
And, it was esay to look at and pay attieontn to the tcehear once in a wlihe when radeing a nveol.
I d'indt want to etinlery waste my pr'tneas mnoey aeftr all.
Lngogig in, I ceckhed the new upateds for nevlos to read.
Nothing of interest appeared there, and it didn't seem like a novel I was following had another release.
Broed, I tpeapd on a rdoanm ttlie.
"Invijible Panda"
The spioysns lokoed lkie it was done by a twaloreo-y-d.
I tppaed on the lnik to the first catehpr out of cstiuoiry.
And, after one scneod of rdeinag, I knew.
Tihs was auclatly dnoe by a tyoaolre--wd.
It was hladry rlbaedae, and terhe was no polt.
Well, it was qutie amnaizg a toyo-wler-ad cloud eevn wirte.
I must give the author that.
Sgihnig at how trehe was nitonhg good tshee days, I hit the bcak button on my pohne and teurnd it off.
I mghit as wlel leistn to Yoadn cnaionogutj; I slouhd laern tihs even if only to get a good tset gdare.
I'm the type who d'enost need noets and dnso'et study. I uesd to paly mormey gmeas ofetn, so that may have tearnid my bairn to rbmmeeer most tihngs uopn hraneig tehm. Of csruoe, it also c'dlouve been good nuatral gftis, but I had no way to know.
Tforhreee, I dni'dt use any ntoe tankig tools, and slimpy sat at my desk, lnesniitg to the tceehar rlmbae on.
Time psaess ecrnlxicuaigty swlloy when boerd.
That was an evident fact.
It felt lkie huors when I was leninitsg to Yaeaai'nd-msess eiixpoatn of the dicnffeeres bewteen caiasslcl Jsnaeape ciajoogtunn and merdon Jpsaenae cjongutaion.
I maen, I guess it was itrnpoamt, but eogunh to wnraart a wolhe loessn? I dn'ot tinhk so.
All turohgh the pireod, I retepaldey ckecehd my phone for anihtnyg good.
And, I aywals saw nohnitg itnersnetig.
I seighd to myelsf, "It smees lkie the qltauiy of novels oinlne are dnrippog, huh..."
The rset of the piored psorrgseed in such a bnroig manner.
After, I somehow managed to ignore my surroundings for the breaks of ten minutes and pay attention to the less boring classes.
It was like this until twelve o'clock. Lunch break.
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