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Special thanks to Silvergoldmoonlight for beta-reading! :D
Prologue
This is it, Tsurara. You know you can do this. You've done this many times.
I gulp down the lump in my throat that I never knew I've had for a while now. My sweaty palms are trembling so uncontrollably that, at any moment, my leather blue bag could've fallen. My amber irises are darting here and there as I listen to my teacher's muffled voice behind the sliding door.
I finally let my gaze lock onto the silhouette of my teacher behind the screen coming towards the sliding door. My heart beats rapidly every time I hear his footsteps get louder from the other side. Calm down Tsurara! It's not like they'll shoot you if you make any mistakes.
"Please come in," I revert back to reality when I hear my teacher's unpleased voice, his brown orbs staring intently at me. If looks can kill, I'm probably dead already. What's with his creepy eyes? Is this normal?
I decide to break the staring contest by nodding before coming inside. My eyes look, not daring to gaze at my from-now-on classmates. They're staring at me, I can feel it. I feel naked, please stop staring at me!Once I'm sure I'm in the centre, I force myself to smile, which doesn't end up nicely.
"H-hello! I'm Oikawa Tsurara, 15 years old. Please take care of me!"
A long eerie silence soon follows my brief introduction. Every eye is staring at me; some are bored, some are amused, some don't care at all.
Then a loud masculine voice breaks the silence, "You're very ugly." With a sneer, his boisterous laugh fills the room, followed by those of the other students.
What the heck?!