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Groaning, I slowly shuffle my feet through the doors of my new classroom.
It was a lovely day in Tokyo; the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom…
I couldn't really give a shit, though!
My eyes, weighed down by my lack of sleep, had no interest in the beautiful trees. My body, stiff and hopped up on caffeine moved around like a poorly oiled robot… I could barely propel myself to Sakuragaoka.
It was a new classroom, a new class, and a brand new school year. My precious winter break, the last few weeks of my first year, and golden week all went by in a flash. Here I was, back at square one…
Walking... well, more like crawling into the classroom, I was greeted by perhaps the most grating voice ever, that of one Hayashi Tanaka. He was a morning person; needless to say I was not.
"Heloooo Yankee-san!" He shouts cheerily
"Hey Tanaka… and here I was hoping I wouldn't have to deal with your shenanigans this year..." I say bitterly, sitting down in a random seat.
"What's with the dark circles under your eyes?" He replies, now immune to my daily verbal abuse. "Are you sick, or something?"
"I got too immersed in this RPG, and forgot all about school. I was up ALL NIGHT AND I'M TIRED AS HELL… So I figured- " I try to finish, before being cut off.
"By the way, Conrad, Yoko is in our class this year! Do you think I might have a chance with her?" he chirps away happily.
"I FIGURED YOU COULD GIVE ME SOME SPACE TODAY" I finish, my bloodshot eyes focused on him.
"Well alright then, grumpy pants" he says, before sitting right next to me and humming a tune loudly.
"Are you fucking serious, Tanaka?" I mumble, getting up from my desk.
Taking a walk around the class, I find Mio. It seems she's the only K-on member (other than myself) in this class. With her being a mature, polite, and most importantly QUIET girl, I go to sit down next to her instead.
"You mind if I sit here?" I say tiredly, making Mio jump a bit, startled as usual.
"Oh, Conrad-san! Thank goodness, I thought I was going to have no friends in this class..." Mio asks, looking relieved. "Did you have a good golden week?"
"Kind of, it was pretty boring…" I say, planting my butt in the seat next to her.
"Oh… I see" Mio says, smiling sheepishly, as an awkward silence forms between us.
"I did buy this brand new RPG, though" I say, trying to cut the silence
"Arr-Pee-Gee…? What's that?" Mio asks confused, cute as a button.
"An RPG! You know, like Final Fantasy? With dungeons, quests, monsters.. stuff like that!" I say, trying to get the message across.
"Sorry, I don't really know anything about card games…" Mio says, blushing.
"It's not a card game…It's kind of like… It's sorta… Fuck." I say tiredly, burying my face in my hands. My Japanese, even after a year, still was nowhere near good enough to explain.
Another silence is created amidst my incompetence.
"Hey Mio!" Nodoka smiles, walking over to us.
I raise my head, happy that the silence was over. Although Nodoka and I didn't get along that well since I was such a crappy student, she would at least relieve me of this awkward situation.
"I was separated from Yui this year, but I'm glad you're here at least!" She says with a big grin.
Mio's eyes start to well up with tears, I wonder why?
"Nodoka! Thank god you're here! I thought I was going to have nobody to talk to!" She says, a little too happily.
"HEY!" I yell. "At least wait until I'm out of earshot!"
Unfortunatley, it seems my complete lack of experience with the opposite sex is becoming clear once again…
"Before we begin class, we have to welcome a transfer student arriving today" Our teacher says, adjusting his glasses.
The room suddenly erupted in chatter, as muttering and whispers pretty much overpowered any other sound in the classroom. Was it like this when I came to Sakuragaoka? Couldn't be...
I turn to Mio and tap her on the shoulder.
"What's up with everyone? It's just a transfer student…" I say, confused.
Turns out a girl in front of me heard, and turns around with excited eyes.
"There's a rumor going around that Hamada Yukio was looking to go to a normal high school this year!" The girl says, putting a disgustingly romantic emphasis on the name.
To be honest, I'm surprised this girl was even bothering to talk with me; I wasn't exactly Mr. Approachable around here. For whatever reason, she was passaionate about this Yukio guy that she was willing even to gush to me about it.
"Who the heck is Hamada Yukio?" I say, looking at Mio for answers.
"You don't know him? He's a really famous teen musician." Mio shrugs, playing with her pen. "He's not THAT talented, though… he's mostly known for being good looking"
"Apparently he wants to try living a normal, non-celebrity life." Another girl chimes in, looking too excited for her own good.
Figures the only time girls would pay attention to me was when it was concerning some other guy... Ah, it's not like I'm not used to it.
Contrasting with the rest of the class, Mio was pretty much the only girl not drooling in anticipation right now. And good for her, I say; the whole 'idol' scene in Japan seemed too contrived for it's own good.
Anyway, it's not like it was a sure thing that he's going to be the transfer student, it could be anybody...
Or at least I thought, as soon the much-discussed idol waltzed into our class. I know this, not because I recognize him, mind you. But because every fucking girl in the class decided to squeal in glee as soon as they saw him.
"...Why did this have to happen today?" I bemoan, covering my ears.
"Um... hello everyone. I'm Hamada Yukio." He begins, smiling.
"We know who you are!" A girl calls out from the back of the class, causing everyone else to start shouting as well. Whatever fake-ass introduction this guy was about to lay on us was cut off as a result.
As the guy stood in front of us, unable to do much other than absorb all the attention our class was sending his way, it gave me a chance to give the guy a once over.
Now, I don't swing that way... but by all rights this guy is fuckin' GORGEOUS. He's fairly tall, has a perfectly tousled head of jet black hair, a slightly feminine face, and the brightest smile this side of the hemisphere. Christ, he looks like he had just came from a photo-shoot; it's almost sickening.
"Yukio-Kuuuun!" One girls cooes at him, some giggling. Yukio just waved back with this stupid look, his eyes practically sparkling. I could tell he was just trying to act modest and shy on purpose, though. My asshole-sensors were off the charts, so to speak.
"What a joke, eh?" I say, turning to Mio.
Failing to respond to me, Mio's face had completely changed from before. She was blushing and gazing shyly towards the idol.
"Goddamnit, not you too…" I say facepalming. Even Yoko, the usually serious and studious girl, was holding eye contact with him, smiling. This man had powers over girls beyond my comprehension.
"You kind of remind me of myself, when I was in my prime!" our teacher says to him, patting 'Yukio-kun' on the back, laughing. Having lost control of the class, he starts waving his hands. "Now now everyone, we have to establish the seating order."
"Let's see here..." he says, looking over the seating plan.
Needless to say, the girls of the class were all crossing their fingers to be put next to Yukio, while all the guys (including me) simply hoped they were as far away as possible from him.
But life's a bitch, aint it?
In the end, I found my self in the back left corner, with Yukio in front of me and Tanaka to my right, leaving them as my sole social outlets. I really have to wonder sometimes if some god or goddess has it out for me, because this is just too much…
Eventually, the pretty boy turns back to me and looks at me up and down, as if he was sizing me up. Upon meeting my eyes, he has this almost pitying expression. I guess I didn't meet his grooming standards; the bastard.
"What do you want?" I say, growing impatient under his scrutiny.
"You're American, right? I've been there a few times myself ; it's great! I hope we can have a good year together!" He says, smiling, extending his hand to mine.
Whatever... let's just get this over with. I reach out for his hand, accepting the handshake with a lazy grip.
"By the way, the way you shake hands is pretty weak. Not to mention, your tie your tie is pretty sloppy..." He continues in english, still smiling. "I'm just saying; it's not how you make a good impression."
"Who's trying to make an impression?" I reply, pulling my hand away. "Piss off."
He seems taken aback, thought only for a moment. His usually cool gaze soon returned, as she shakes his head heavily.
"You kind of a stereotypical westerner, aren't you?" He replies in a perfectly accented response, before pulling his hand away and facing the front.
Damnit... figures that he wouldn't even flinch. This guy is just too composed. All it made me want to do was unmask him for the prick that he really is.
Steaming in anger, I clutch the sides of my new desk. That motherfucker, he thinks he's so much better than me! And what's wrong with my tie? I'm pretty sure it's tied right... dammit.
Tanaka was visibly confused at our anglicized exchange, and probably as to why I was so damn pissed for the rest of the period.
I really can't get a break today, can I?
At the end of the day… this long, long day… I finally get the chance to go to the Keion clubroom. Hopefully, besides my lack of energy and luck, there will be at least something there for me to enjoy today. The face of a certain drummer comes to mind, for obvious reasons.
Opening the door, I lazily remove my socks and shoes before throwing them to the side.
"Hey everyone…" I introduce myself quietly, not even bothering to look at my clubmates occupying the table.
Upon placing my bag down on the bench, I look longingly at the wooden furniture.
Fuck club practice, I need a nap. I plop myself onto the bench and bury my face into my bag. Welp, a hard bench was better than nothing…
"Um, Conrad-san?" I hear Mio from across the room, clearly concerned.
"It's okay Mio, I just need some rest…" I respond reassuringly
"CONRAD!" Ritsu yells, much louder than her shy friend.
"WHAT? CAN'T A GUY GET SOME SLEEP?" I say, getting up and looking over to the tea table.
To my embarassemnt, two complete strangers were sitting at the table, looking understandably uncomfortable at my outburst. It didn't help either that they were two cute girls, either. One looked distinctly like Yui, now that I think about it.
"Kind of a weirdo, isn't he?" A voice announces, sounding particularly unimpressed.
Who the hell was that? It sounded kind of like...
MOTHERFUCKER! It's that asshole Yukio! What's he doing here?
It seems he was off admiring Mugi's fine glassware, leaving me unaware of his presence. That, or I'm just too damn tired to notice shit like that...
"What the hell?" I say, rubbing my eyes, as if I was hoping the idol was merely a hallucination.
The girls laugh. "A weirdo, huh? Pretty much." Ritsu says, smirking at me.
I sigh. She agreed way too readily at that.
"Conrad… We're recruiting freshmen today, remember?" Mio says, embarrassed for me. "Try to be presentable…"
"Oh… right. Welcome!" I say to the two new girls, trying to put on a big smile. With my lack of shoes, and eyes red from lack of sleep, I only now realize this probably came across more creepy than anything.
"This is my sister, Ui-chan, and her friend, Jun-chan!" Yui says, voice muffled from her stuffing her face with cake.
Sister, huh? That would explain the resemblance...
"And what do you play… erm… Conrad-san, was it?" Jun says, looking quite nervous.
I'm stunned by the quesiton for a moment. What do I do around here? The fact that I have to think about that is kind of...
"I... I guess you could say I play backup bass?" I say, fixing my tie.
"Don't listen to him; he's just a gofer we use to move equipment!" Ritsu whispers to the newcomers, sending me a sly smile.
"Oh, HAHA" I laugh sarcastically, before grabbing some pastries.
Yukio chuckles lightly "You're pretty funny, Tainaka-san."
"R-really?" Ritsu leans back into her seat, face reddening slightly.
Since when did he get all buddy-buddy with Ritsu? Then again, I doubt this guy has ever had to put in effort to get girls to like him...
"I-I'm funny too, Hamada-san!" Mio butts in suddenly, before turning scarlet red."I uh..."
Well... that was uncharacteristic of her; she was obviously starstruck.
"N-nevermind..." She adds, before sinking into her seat. Yukio just smiles in return, causing her face to flare up further.
"Hey, Yukio-kun! Would you mind playing something on gitah?" Yui says, excited, completely oblivious of Mio's outburst. She, along with Mugi, seemed generally unaffected by Yukio's power over women.
"Oh, I shouldn't. I don't want to steal the spotlight from you guys." Yukio smiles, waving his hands.
"What, are you worried you can't sing without auto-tune?" I chuckle to myself, before pouring myself some tea.
Yukio raises a brow at me, before smirking.
"I'm sorry if I don't live up to your standards, Conrad. Would you like to play in my place?" he says pompously, motioning me to his guitar.
"Yeah, Conrad, you're being rude!" Ritsu says, obviously frustrated with my antics "And stop eating all the cookies, they're for the recruits!"
"Alright, alright! I'm sorry…" I say, not wanting to piss Ritsu off. "Go ahead, lover boy, play for your harem."
"You know, Conrad, if me being here bugs you so much, why don't you just carry the equipment to the gym for these girls' performance tomorrow?" Yukio says, pointing at the amps by the door.
"Because I don't take orders from you, alright?" I state coldly, trying to appear cool in front of the girls.
"Conrad… you told us you'd do that this afternoon!" Mio says, facepalming.
"Er… right." I say, exasperated.
I entertain the concept of staying a bit longer; perhaps to regain some of my lost pride... but, honestly, I'd rather just get the hell out of here. Luck was just not on my side today...
"I'll be heading home after I'm done, so I'll see you guys later" I add, sighing.
Walking towards the door, I pass Yukio. He gives me this fake smile, as if VICTORY was spelled across his face.
"You know, you don't really make a great impression either, dude." I remark, as I turn back to face him. "That is, unless you're trying to come across as a pretentious dick."
He doesn't respond, opting instead to shrug, looking at the other girls for support.
Sighing, I make my way over to the door. At least in the gym I can be alone for a while; I'm not sure how much more of this day I can take.
"...Typical American." He speaks finally, right as I pass the door frame.
"I'M CANADIAN, YOU JACKASS!" I yell, sticking my head in the room.
"Conrad! The EQUIPMENT?" Ritsu, says impatiently.
"Yeah, Yeah, I'm gone…" I say, before finally closing the door behind me. As I begin walking down the stairs, I can faintly hear the sound of Yukio's voice beginning to play song. I sigh heavily, as lo and behold, the idol sang near-perfectly even without the use of auto-tune.
"...fuckin Yukio, thinking he can call me out like that. I'll show that bastard." I rant angrily, walking through the halls, towards the gym.
I bump into a small figure as I turned a corner. It wasn't anything major, but her small form made it forceful enough to send her falling backwards. Well shit, I guess In my frustration, I wasn't paying much attention.
Hey, she looks... oddly familiar...
"Ouch…" the girl hisses quietly, before looking up.
"Hey, are you okay?" I ask nervously. Walking over to her, I extend a hand to help her up.
Yeah! Now that I get a good look, she does looks kind of like that girl who… WAIT.
"S-sorry, I didn't see you!" She frantically gets up on her own, before walking around me quickly.
"Hold on a sec! Aren't you the girl who crashed into me with a bike before?" I say, annoyed, but mostly concerned.
The girl goes pale, her eyes widening.
"Oh my god, that was you?! I-I'm sorry; please don't beat me up, sir!" she says, putting her arms up in defense.
Sir? Jeez… this girl, barely up to my chest in height... she's pretty cute.
"No! It's not that; I wanted to apologize! Didn't you break your guitar?" I say, turning back towards her.
"Oh, haha, well the accident was my fault, so…" She says nervously while baking up slightly. It was quite clear she wanted to get away from me.
"No, seriously! I wasn't really paying attention either that night." I say, trying to look as harmless as possible; my... unusual looks probably weren't helping. "Some weird stuff happened to me that night. My head was in the clouds, and next thing I know... uh..."
She gives me a strange look, as if I was abstract painting or something. Can't say I'm surprised; I get that reaction a lot.
"Yeah." I finish, feeling a little nervous under her scrutiny. "I'd be more than happy to help pay for the repairs."
Y-you'd do that?" She said, clearly surprised. I guess she got it in her head that since I yelled at her that night, that I was some Yankee delinquent or something.
"I am kind of short on funds... But y-you don't have to, really..." She adds, looking uncomfortable.
"I insist! Just let me bring this amp to the gym, and we'll talk about it, okay?" I say, waving her to follow me.
"Alright… I have to go get an estimate though…" She said, walking behind me but maintaining some distance.
"I'm leaving home regardless; just lead the way!" I reply, smiling.
"O-oh, you're coming?" She asks, looking a bit nervous.
"Is that okay?" I ask, smiling. Who knows, maybe this'll get my mind off that damned Yukio?
She pauses for a moment before returning the smile. "I suppose it would be faster, wouldn't it. Thank you, by the way."
"Don't mention it!"
Her name is Nakano Azusa.
Walking with this girl, I felt at ease for what seemed like the first time today. We were discussing our favorite bands, genres, albums; turns out we have a lot in common. Despite the initial awkwardness between us, It seemed like we were starting to enjoy each others company. She was pretty, smart and had a cute personality…
Maybe a nice, polite girl was what I needed after all, not some pushy...
"Perrrverrrrt" I hear Ritsu's voice seemingly echo throughout my head.
Right! I have Ritsu! What the fuck am I thinking?
I love her, and she... she likes me? Maybe?
Eerily on cue, I look forward. Ahead of me some ways down the street, was Ritsu and what appeared to be YUKIO, walking together. Was I hallucinating from lack of sleep? I quickly denounce that as I faintly hear the two laughing. They were heading into a small restaurant, as Yukio was holding the door for Ritsu, the gentlemen as always.
"Oh, that sonnovabitch!" I say, out loud, not forgetting that Azusa was still right next to me.
"What? Conrad-san, are you even listening?" Azusa taps me on the shoulder. "The turn to the music store is right here!"
"Hold on, can we stop in that restaurant for a little bit?" I say, pointing at the colorful store front down the road.
"W-what? Conrad, you're a nice guy and all but I didn't agree to a date!" Azusa says, blushing, but clearly a bit disgusted. "Is this why you're offering to help pay for my guitar?"
"What? No! I-I Just need some… coffee! You know, a caffeine boost!" I say, shrugging.
Please, Azusa, just let me see what Yukio is up to!
"...A-alright, but I don't have tons of time, okay?" She says, fidgeting nervously. "I have to get home soon!"
"Perfect!" I say, walking quickly to the diner. Time to find out what's up!
Practically stalking into the diner, I find the two lovebirds talking… it's quite sickening, actually. Ritsu looked like she was having a grand old time. It's not that I'm worried, I just... need to confirm that this isn't a date, that's all. I sit down in the booth a little ways away, slouching into my seat so they couldn't see my head.
"Conrad-san, why are you being so creepy?" Azusa says, raising an eyebrow at my behaviour.
"H-hey! Don't say my name!" I hiss, motioning her to sit down.
Asuze tenses up, looking warily at me. "What the heck is going on?"
I cough awkwardly, then look at her very seriously.
"A-alright, I'll come clean. You see this guy in the booth behind me?" I whisper, making a slight gesture to the back of me.
"Yeah… wait, isn't that-" Azusa says, surprised.
"Shh! Yes, that IS Hamada Yukio, the famous pop idol. Now I need you to believe me when I say that boy is quite the player. There's even rumors going around that he likes to seduce his fans, and then never speaks to them again! The girl sitting with him is my friend. And I, Nakano-san, am simply protecting her from a possible threat." I say, finishing my elaborate cover up.
I mean, c'mon, it's half right, isn't it? …kinda.
"But... why the secrecy?" Azusa whispers back, obviously doubting me. She seemed interested, however, like this was a T.V drama or something.
"I... I don't want to embarrass her" I reply simply. "Now just wait a sec, and let me listen in."
"Okay… I guess I could get myself some coffee?" Azusa says, shrugging.
"You do that. This investigation could take a while." I whisper, trying to act serious. "...Also we won't be kicked out for not buying anything."
Damn, I'm good.
"So Hamada-san…" I hear Ritsu say, almost inaudible from my position.
"Just call me Yukio" Yukio replies, in his stupidly sweet voice.
"Right… Yukio-san. Here's the signup sheet for the Keion." She says, as I hear the shuffling of paper.
"Our band could use another guitarist. It would really help flesh out our sound, and I think you'd be perfect!" Ritsu says, excited.
Hold on a sec... Yukio, in the band? God, anything but that!
"H-hey! Are you shitting me?" I say, getting up from my booth. "Him? In the band?"
The two take a moment to turn around, and both look pretty surprised when they lock eyes with me.
"Conrad, what the hell are you doing here?" Ritsu says, looking confused as hell. Understandable... given my less than smooth interruption.
"I... I've worked my ass off for the past year, lugging heavy-ass amps, recording your performances, putting up posters, going to club president meetings, and I didn't even get to perform a single SONG with you guys! But this asshole waltzes right in, and gets free fucking admission?" I yell, pointing to Yukio.
"C-Conrad, but you told us you didn't WANT to perform live!" Ritsu says, still clearly confused at my appearance.
"Well... I didn't think you we're looking for a new member! You could've at least asked me how I felt about this. Some pretty-boy talks to you for a few hours, and you forget all about me!" I refute, before being cut off by Yukio.
"Um... who's this here?" Yukio says, pointing behind me.
Turning around, it was Azusa.
"H-hi." She waves sheepishly at Yukio and Ritsu. She was obviously embarrassed for me, as the nearby patrons were currently watching me rant loudly.
"M-me? Well look at you, Conrad! It's always some new girl with you! Maybe if you weren't such a indecisive, hypocritical, IDIOT, I'd be more eager to work you into the band!" Ritsu yells, now frustrated herself.
"Let's go, Yukio-san." She finishes, getting up from the table.
"Wait! She's not... It's not like that!" I say, trying to grab her attention.
Alas, the two left fairly quickly, paying their bill, and not saying a word.
"What was that about? I thought you said you were protecting her..." Azusa says to me, as she pulls me out of the diner. That is, not before apologizing to the staff for my outburst.
Why do I always speak before I think...
"Conrad-san… I know I'm no expert in relationships… but you should probably be kinder towards that girl." Azusa says to me, worried. "You can't just get cross if she hangs out with someone you don't like..."
We were currently in the music store, waiting for a estimate on the repairs.
"I know, I know… I'm just... I'm jealous alright? Is that what you want to hear? I'm jealous it wasn't me she was talking to back there. Besides, we're usually so argumentative with each other, it's actually pretty typical for this to happen." I say, depressed, fiddling with a guitar pick in my hands. "Though usually I don't stalk her into diners..."
"I see..." Azusa looks down at her feet, frowning.
"So, do you like Yukio-san's music?" I say, trying to change topics. I didn't feel like talking about this mess anymore.
"Not really. His voice is so overproduced and his guitar work isn't anything special, so no thanks. Besides, you said he's a player, right?" Azusa says, smiling ever so slightly.
"Oh yeah. He's a TOTAL sleazebag" I chuckle to myself.
"It makes sense, with the way he parades himself around the school; chatting up all the girls, but acting really shy and cutesy when he talks. It seems kinda fake." Azusa says, bearing her smile a bit more clearly. "Even I could play better than him." She adds, before looking dreamily at the guitars on display.
"Man, what I wouldn't give for a chance to show him up in front of everyone.." She laughs.
*Ding*!
Just as the store clerk emerged from the back, a light bulb in my head goes off, alerting me to a potential plan.
"Sorry miss, but the damage to this guitar is quite extensive; the repair bill is going to be higher than I thought" The clerk says reentering the room, and handing a paper to Azusa.
"Oh no… I don't have that kind of money!" Azusa says, looking at the estimate, desperately.
"I'll spot you for it. Just pay me back later!" I say, a little too inspired.
"What? But Conrad-san, look at the price!" Azusa says, shoving it in my face.
"Nakano-san, do you want to be in a band? A REALLY GOOD one?" I say, completely ignoring her words and snatching the paper from her hand. "You want to prove yourself against Yukio-san, right?"
"What? I mean, I guess, but why-" she says, surprised, but I cut her off.
"Then join the Keion! Just think of it as a favor for me spotting you for the repairs." I say, excited.
"B-but I was going to join the jazz club!" She says defensively.
"Don't worry, you don't even need to commit right away, I just need you to pretend you're interested, and prepare yourself accordingly!"
"Prepare? For what?" she says, looking strangely at my brightened face.
"A Guitar battle! You versus Yukio!" I say, smiling evilly at her. "You're going to score a spot on the schools hottest all-girl band, and I can remove a certain thorn from my side that's been bugging me lately!"
"Deal?" I ask, extending my hand, grinning wide.
"Wait, what? Where the heck did that idea come from?" Azusa asks, looking at me disapprovingly. "A guitar battle? Thats a tad dramatic, don't you think?"
"Aw, cmon! It's just like you said; think of his defeated face when you beat him!" I press her, knowingly.
She stares suspiciously at my hand, before sighing.
"...Fine. But I'm doing this for the girls of the school, not you! Yukio's ego just needs to be knocked down a notch..." Azusa says, shaking my hand, getting at least somewhat excited.
"All right! You hear that, Yukio? We're coming for ya!" I announce happily, fist pumping.
"Who are you even talking to?" Azusa facepalms at my dramatics. "He's probably miles away..."
"Can't you just let me have some fun with this? Anyways, we can discuss this further tomorrow. Come to the gym at lunch, okay?"
"During the freshman assembly? Why?" She responds, tilting her head.
"You're gonna get a taste of what the K-on is capable of!" I answer happily, giving her a thumbs up.
"uh, sir… the bill?" The clerk says, impatiently waiting for us to finish talking.
"er…right." I say, digging into my wallet. "No worries! It'll be worth it in the end, right?" I smile at Azusa. "This is going to be awesome!"
"What have I gotten myself into…" Azusa sighs, shaking her head.
And that's it! Wow, that was a long chapter. Two notable things I decided in this chapter. Firstly, I wanted to introduce a love rival, Yukio, because I think that would help spice up the story. Secondly, I wanted to leave it on a sort off continuation/cliffhanger, as opposed to the usual closure type ending. I'm not entirely sure about the storyline, but I guess that's up to you guys, the readers!
Tell me in your comment, if you like where the story is going, and what things you think I could improve on or include more of. See you guys next time!
