The morning sun shined through the windows of the classroom casting soft shadows on the floor of the students desks. Notebooks lay on top, with some already having textbooks or coursework. Abesen, the teacher sat calling roll in a slight monotone, approaching the end of the list.

"Fukuda?"

"Here"

"Aoyama?"

"Here!"

"Well, that's everyone, everyone here that is. I suppose we can get a head start on literature to make up for yesterday's slowness."

Abesen lifted open a textbook on Japanese Literature, turning himself around to write on the chalkboard.

A few students let out a soft but audible sigh. Otako the short, wavy-haired female otaku sat at her desk with a manga just under her notes. Her eyes instinctively looked toward the door, already knowing what to expect.

The slide of a door sounded, and as expected walked in a blonde haired tall gyaru girl.

"Yo, good morning teach."

"Seriously? This is the second time you've gotten here after roll."

The teacher sighed but withheld judgement, he had long since resigned himself to this happening.

"Alright, alright just take your seat so we can get started."

"Okaaaay."

Galko made her way to her usual spot behind Otako. She playfully smiled at her dark haired friend, noticing Otako's eyes had been on her the whole time. The otaku weakly returned the favor with a bit of muted embarassment. Galko's face usually had a sleepy stoicness to it in the morning. She knew this because she unconsciously took note of it every day.

"G-Good morning Galko."

These quiet, whispered words were unusual coming out of Otako's usually vulgar mouth. Today she felt almost compelled to say them.

"Good morning Otako."

A slightly blushing, smiling Galko returned the favor with a sweet sound to her greeting, her body arched forwards. The otaku girl couldn't help but blush herself and instinctively turned back around in her desk. Thoughts began to race through her head.

"...W-What was that all about."

Otako knew something was different about this moment with Galko. She just couldn't place what about it exactly was strange. Her face felt flush and she looked downwards at her notes from fear someone would notice. Her heart beat noticeably faster.

The short haired otaku girl sat like this for a little while until she felt a strong prod on her back. She flinched hard, startled and quickly turned herself around. A smiling, giggling Galko gestured at her affectionately still red in the face.

Otako spun right back around at her desk. This time her heart pounding and her face noticeably red. Something definitely was different with her gyaru friend this morning.

"W-What? W-what is with Galko today.."

Galko had always been kind and friendly to her since the very day they met. Even after Otako's serious insults towards her. Galko always forgave, always made up, always was full of compassion and understanding. Something changed though, something that made Otako's chest flutter. She had never been this affectionate before. The glasses wearing otaku girl was flooded with feelings and thoughts she couldn't process. Otako didn't expect her morning to go like this, but the otaku girl realized she wasn't sure if she entirely minded. Her face turned even darker red upon this realization.

"Young miss, are you feeling alright today?"

Startled once more, her head bolted upwards. Abesen the teacher was looking right at her and so was the whole class.

"I-I'm….fine. R-Really."

"Oh but you look a little under the weather. It'd be good to send you down to the nurse before we really get going with class."

"N-No...i-it's fine. I'm just..it's just allergies. Really."

"Well...let me know if it gets worse."

The teacher turned back around to the chalkboard, writing out more Kanji heavy phrases for the class to study. Abesen was famous for being overly protective of his students, a worrywart as Galko called him. Some of the students giggled as he turned away, he really was excessive. Otako felt the weight of her embarrassment then and couldn't help but also feel anger towards Galko, who she felt triggered this series of events. Her fist clenched on her table involuntarily. Her body shook a little, overwhelmed from the wall of emotion she had hit.

"W-What the hell, what's with her? She made me look like a little kid. W-Why is she so strange today…?"

In her torrent of feelings, she didn't notice the sound of a paper tearing behind her or of a pen quickly scribbling something behind her. She flinched as a hand quickly placed a tiny scrap of paper next to her. Otako reflexively glanced at it, the blood rushed through her head so hard she had to read it three times before she understood. The word "Sorry!", written out in cute letters flanked by hearts and a little doodled drawing of a sad cartoon rabbit's face. The otaku girl turned backwards towards her gyaru friend. Galko gave an embarrassed, apologetic smile followed by a weak giggle. Otako instantly turned around without giving a response.

Her brain surged quickly with adrenaline, she understood what was different now.