"Never underestimate a monster"
Kiri grumbled. The voice in his head is talking again.
"So warned an old man"
You're not an old man, you're as old as I am.
As the sunlight gently poke his eyes through the window stills, Kiri blindly grope for his glasses and put them on.
The world sharpened by a few hundred thousand pixels.
"Who had many caravans under his belt…"
Determined to ignore the voice, Kiri jumped out of bed. Somewhere outside, a bird is chirping.
After tidying the bed, Kiri opened the closet, grabbed a random pair of jeans and a green t-shirt, and strode off to the-
"I was grateful of his council."
And strode off to the bathroom. This voice is getting annoying.
"Hurry up Kiri, or we'll be late!"
Thank you. A voice that definitely did not came from his head.
According to how loud that was, it's probably Shiki-
"DYNAMIC MORNING KICK!"
A black haired boy suddenly appeared from an obscure corner and gave me a flying kick.
Whoa.
Don't kick me in the face like that in the morning. What if I didn't dodge it?
"Then we would have had a fight. And demolish the house in the process!"
…..
You don't need to sound so happy about that.
Let me try this again. This is Shiki. He's my friend. And this is his house. I'll explain later.
"Hello to the readers as well!"
….Fourth wall! Fourth wall!
"Stop-Ow-smack-ow-ing me!"
…..
"Anyways, Koyuki's coming over to walk to school with us."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Now you look interested! Ehehe…"
Stop grinning like that. It's creepy.
"Well, in all seriousness, hurry up. You don't want to be late to school today."
Yes, yes, I know.
With that, Shiki turned away, still grinning. He's weird, I told you. Did I told you that? Meh, whatever.
"You're one to talk about weirdness."
Stop reading my mind.
…
Anyways, as I hurried towards the bathroom to change, I guess I'll have to introduce you to Koyuki as well.
Full name: Koyuki Sachihara. Born on the 28th of February. Hei-
"Kiri, Koyuki's here! Hurry up!"
Ignore my introduction. Here, let's just meet her downstairs. Excuse me while I put on my shirt….
Ah, there we go.
As I ran downstairs as fast as possible without hurting my legs, I saw a mass of waist-length red hair just around the corner. And a familiar whiff of her hair shampoo.
That's Koyuki for you.
Anyways, let's pass the camera to Koyuki!