Looking in fascination as the woman stared at the air and back at what she was writing, Ryotaro Tsuchiura secretly laughed. Leaning on a tree wasn't a good idea, let alone watching someone. But he didn't care about it. He watched as the girl shook her head in, what he believed, frustration, somehow erasing the words she already wrote in her pad. Her face colored lightly in which Ryotaro wondered why. Afterward, with a thud on the table, the woman decided to take a break leaving her things unattended for a while to buy herself some snacks. She didn't think that there would be people coming as she was in their clubroom and only members can get in.
Neither did she know that as soon as she left the room the pianist jumped from the window and paced toward the table. He leaned closer and looked at what she has been doing.
His name gleamed in red at the top. Some scribbles followed. Ryotaro decided to read it.
'Ryotaro Tsuchiura, 2nd year. General Department student. A magnificent pianist, a good athlete.'
There were erased words at the bottom, but Ryotaro was able to read it, still. His lips lifted a grin. "Really huh?"
He grabbed the pen at the side and wrote something. He then exited through the window and left.
After sometime, Nami returned with her snacks in hold. She went straight to the table and looked at her unfinished work.
She almost drop the sandwich she was holding together with her chocolate chips when she caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar penmanship beside her own. She held her notepad upward to assure it. Beside her erased words of…
'A bundle of virility to die for. I, myself is beguiled with his strength.'
Written a strange manly penmanship that she could only assume from the man she was writing an article about,
'Nami Amou, The Man of Virility would die for.'
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