At school, drenched in rain,
I ignore the many stares
from other students.
I take off my wet outdoor
shoes and replace them
with my clean school
shoes.
“Cerise!” Calls out a
familiar voice.
I blush and close my
shoe locker, looking
up to see…
the handsome and
popular Ronin Azriel.
“Good morning.” I
reply.
“Are you cold?”
He offers me
his uniform
suit jacket.
Before I can respond,
a girl with short blonde
hair and piercing yellow
eyes glares at us.
Not wanting to
create any drama,
I walk away,
refusing to accept
Ronin’s kind
gesture.
I’m glad I did.
H a h a h a h a h a h a h a h a.
An unwanted smirk creeps
onto my lips.
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