Chapter II – He plans his toilet breaks?!
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A barely audible sigh escaped Ren's lips. She looked down at her journal page. The only words visible were from the day before; stating her first reason of why she thought the president of the Student Representative Council was gay.
His comments about males, it read. Now she had another reason, but wasn't quite sure how to put it in to words. She drew a little flower on the side of the page; irritated she could not find the correct words to express herself on paper. After a long period of time and many more flowers, the page now had an additional sentence added.
2. He's so organised he plans his toilet breaks.
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They had been working on an enormous pile of sheets for almost over an hour. She risked a sidelong glance at her upperclassman only to see him flick through his diary and then look at this wristwatch.
"It is half past 10. Mikihara-kun, please watch over the room for me. I shall just be taking a bathroom break." He abruptly stood up and strode out of the room with a confident air around him. His uniform was spotless –a stark white- and the creases from the iron were visible on his pants. Her eyes softened as he briefly turned around and gave her a look. She sighed and walked over to his desk, picking up his personal diary. Aloud, she read his schedule for the day. There were normal things like meditation, breakfast, school classes, but toilet breaks? She lifted one eyebrow critically.
"10:30 – 10:35; toilet break."
"Mikihara-kun?" The stoic leader walked in. He had barely taken a step into the room when the purple haired girl bowed apologetically.
"I'm so sorry senpai! I didn't mean to look into your personal diary—" He put his hand up.
"It's okay." She gave a sigh of relief.
"B-but senpai," she started then paused, unsure if she should continue.
"Yes?" His eyes never left the paper he was writing on.
"Why do you plan your toilet breaks?"
"Isn't it nice to be organised?"
"Of course, but you have an obsession with it." She gestured at his desk. "Look at this – neat. Everything has its own place, and even your drawers are organised. Look at your clothes – you can see the creases made by the iron and you always wear your jacket with it zipped up to the highest it can go." She glared at the offending jacket, totally oblivious to the amused look that was written on the youth's face. She looked around for more evidence to support her argument. Flowers, butterfly mobiles and… her eyes fell across the curtains that adorned the windows. "These curtains," she pulled on them lightly for emphasis, "Pink. Pink curtains. The fact that there are curtains in here is tidy, but also certainly feminine." Hayashimizu just smiled at her and pushed his glasses up, enjoying the sight of her frustrated.
And inside, Mikihara Ren wondered again whether the person she admired most was gay. After all, he did have the feminine streak running through him. A small smile graced her lips as she saw the president pull out a white handkerchief with lacy edges to blow his aristocratic nose.
End Chapter
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