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XXV.
The whole scene in front of me freaked me out quite a lot.
And since Karma apparently fell in love with someone (or should I say something?) else, I just tried to suppress any kind of overreaction, because it was simply not worth it.
Since we just had a traumatic experience, according to sensei, he said he was going to treat us ice cream. Though...
He brought us to some shop with the weirdest ice cream flavors ever. Like raw horse meat or squid ink. While the former could be bought in a package while the latter was soft ice. I had even seen something with the inscription of placenta ice cream. To be honest, this was just another level of weird altogether.
''Squid ink flavor colors your mouth,'' I read out loud simply for feeling the ridiculousness. Well... if sensei ate this, would he change into the color of the ice?
I blinked. Wow, cannibalism in a way. He ate Takoyaki before too... I wondered if I would make a DNA test, what kind of outcome I could expect.
Shaking my head at the absurd (or not so absurd?) thought, my eyes inspected the shop once again. Karma was standing at the wasabi flavor section, which wasn't surprising. More surprising were the other flavors.
While I was always open for new things, I did not want my taste buds to rot, thank you very much. I'll go and get something normal, I thought with a barely sour expression. Looking around for Koro-sensei, I inched away from the more 'exotic' flavors to look for different ones.
Maybe I should make my escape. The International Manga Museum was still open, and I could make my way there...
Still thinking about my, admittedly, unrealistic plan, I didn't notice my teacher until he was practically in front of my face.
''Sayori-kun!'' I jumped at his voice. When had he gotten there?
''W-What?'' Relaxing my tensed frame, my eyes landed on a weirdly colored soft ice cream cone.
''Sayori-kun, I have selected this flavor just for you. Please enjoy it!'' He gave me such a hopeful look, that dared me to shatter his happiness. Was he a little kid or what?
I regarded the cone warily.
''What's the flavor, sensei?'' Tough luck, teacher. I was training little kids in another lifetime, and he's got nothing on them.
''It's Takoyaki!'' I deadpanned at him.
''You cannibal.'' After trying to strike him with a knife, I made a beeline towards Kanzaki. She was at least normal. Koro-sensei could eat that one himself, because I definitely wasn't.
''Kanzaki-san, please go outside with me? I don't think I can stand looking at these tastes anymore.'' Pulling a grimace, I made a vague hand motion towards the selection board.
The dark-haired girl looked faintly amused, then glanced at the ice types on display and made a similar expression to mine.
''I think I'd like to, Sayori-san,'' she answered, and we went outside.
In front of the shop were some tables for people to sit. It was more of a cafe than a shop, but it seemed that most people took the ice cream from the stand and didn't take the time to enjoy the weird flavors directly in the cafe.
Maybe I should order a parfait. Sugar would be a wonderful comfort after everything now.
''Sayori-san,'' Kanzaki broke the tranquil silence that had settled. ''I think we should clear a few things between us. We have been interrupted after all.''
Not really sure what else to do, I grinned wryly.
''Yeah, we were, weren't we?'' I leaned back in my seat and tried to read her expression. ''Are you still angry?''
Her face turned a bit... sheepish? Chagrined? I had to admit, I wasn't very good at reading expressions that hadn't anything to do with the various stages of 'being pissed off'.
''No... I'm not anymore.'' She turned her face down. ''I should apologize.''
''For what? I'm not really sure what we're going to accomplish with this." Those words came out harsher than intended and I winced. ''Sorry, that sounded harsh. I just... Look, you don't have to apologize. I did my fair share of mistakes, and you did some. Maybe... we should not have been doing the things we have done, but it's useless to think about what-ifs. Let's just look forward and put this incident behind. I don't really like dwelling.''
My tact was as subtle as a bulldozer and just as present as the proof for the existence of my former life – simply not there.
I was pinned down with a pair of analyzing eyes. Feeling stubborn, I stared right back until Kanzaki started to open her mouth.
''You really are the worst.'' And then she started laughing.
I was at loss what to do. Dealing with angry people was easier, you could simply let them blow off steam and then try to talk again. This was just not my department.
Kanzaki had stopped laughing by now. Instead, she looked just highly amused, probably at my very confused face.
''You know, it's the worst when people are so nonchalant about things. As if they don't care.''
I sputtered.
''I do care. I wasn't-''
''Yes, you do. But for me it wasn't enough. It still felt like you didn't even give any thoughts about it.'' Her stare wasn't focused on me anymore. '''Why did you get to relax when I was still chewing on all of this?' That was that what I thought, but it's okay now. I'm done with thinking like that. It was stupid and I want to move on.''
We sat there in silence, not really sure what next.
Then-
''I'm buying two parfaits. Select one. I'm paying,'' I said to her and busied myself with the menu.
''Are you trying to bribe me with food, Sayori-san?'' Her voice was choked with suppressed laughter. Weren't we all very hysteric today?
''Me?'' I pointed at myself with a modest expression. ''I would never do that. What kind of person do you think I am?'' I asked with faux innocence.
''A very selfish kind, but somehow a person with a weirdly bend hero complex,'' she answered breezily and pointed with her index finger at one dish on the menu. Huh, didn't sound bad. Maybe I would get something similar.
''Ouch, right into the heart.'' I clutched my chest dramatically, before continuing a bit more seriously, ''So everything okay now? No hidden feelings? Maybe still the urge to punch me? Tell me before, so that I can run.''
''I would never tell you, especially when you run, Sayori-san. No, when I have the urge to scream at you, I will do that,'' she sighed. ''You bring out the worst in me.''
''Hey, what are friends for? I'm sorry though, and please stop adding the -san. I'm informal in every way that is acceptable.''
''I guess then I have to offer my first name, Sayori. Call me Yukino and then pay for the food.'' She smiled benevolently at me.
I stared at her for a few seconds.
''Yukino, I think this is the new start of a wonderful friendship,'' I paused for a moment. ''Are you sure that you're not some kind of weird angel/demon in disguise? Smiling like that while demanding ice cream should be illegal.''
She cracked up again mere seconds after me.
Somehow, all of my conflicts end with laughter when I try to confront them. And not exactly sane laughter, I reflected with the silly urge to grin like an idiot before I was approached by Karma.
''Sayo!'' He grinned, which was not exactly a good sign. ''I dare you to eat this!'' And with a flourish motion he presented me a pretty, purplish black ice cream cone. It looked like the squid ink one.
I stared at him unblinkingly. He just continued to grin. That guy was in a damn good mood for getting hit on the head before. Freakishly chipper. Just to be sure I examined his head once more.
''If you eat this, I'll treat you mochi ice cream and any other sort of food you want for the next week,'' offered my friend, still not moving his head out of my grip.
''Gimme that.'' Done, I snatched the cone out of his hand.
It was the squid ink one.
We were allowed to tour through the city for a bit, which ended up with shopping. Or at least as much as it could be called shopping with an alien-teacher and seven, just out of a skirmish rescued, students.
Oh yes, my tongue was black. It was expected, since the description had said so, but I was still laughed at. Namely Karma, but his wallet was going to suffer.
So, after I dragged them into the IMM, we went back to the inn. Very exhausted and totally satisfied, I walked to the communal bathrooms. It was a pity that this thing didn't have a natural hot spring because that would be simply awesome, but you couldn't have everything.
Kanzaki had told me, much to my amusement, that she was going to try out a few games in the arcade of the inn. I knew without doubt I would lose against her anyway and I was the one, who periodically played with Karma! But it was going to be fun.
''Oh, come on!'' I cried out as my character was whipped. Again. ''How is this fair!?''
''Well,'' Kanzaki informed me cheerily. ''You just suck, Sayori.''
I gave her a blank look.
''No, Yukino. You suck. You suck way too much,'' I complained glumly. ''You know what? I'm going to go somewhere else. If not, my pride's not going to be able to bear this humiliation.''
''You drama queen.'' She rolled her eyes.
''Uh... Since when do you two get along so well?'' Sugino asked, a bit perplexed.
''It's kinda obvious since when, Sugino,'' Karma told him. ''Two people living through a dangerous situation. Of course, some kind of bond is going to form.'
I blinked. Oh, did I actually tell Karma that I had been friends with her before? Sheepishly, I scratched my neck.
''Yeah, about that… We've been friends before,'' I admitted to them. ''We had just a little... break.''
Most of them looked surprised. Well, our friendship hadn't been that obvious, but from Karma's unsurprised look I had told him before. Well, at least I could now add 'failing memory' to my growing list of most likely puberty-induced problems.
''Well, if there aren't any problems, I'm going to get some food,'' Feeling apprehensive without anything to do, I asked the others for wishes. ''Does anyone of you want something?''
''Get me some juice, dear?'' Three guesses who that was.
''Something sugary, please.''
''Crisps?''
''Chocolate.''
With a bunch of requests, I walked down the hallway to get to the convenience store, before I heard familiar clacking. It was... nostalgic. Something that I hadn't heard in fifteen years.
Stepping into another room, I was greeted with the sight of a table tennis table. I had always thought that the name sounded weird in English. Why did you have to mention table two times?
My mouth was twitching oddly, as if it didn't know whether to settle into a smirk or just a dorky grin.
''Oh hey, Sayori-san,'' Mimura greeted me. He was playing a match against Takebayashi, Kimura and Karasuma-sensei sitting in the background. That picture was a nice one. ''Do you want to play? If you don't know how to we can teach you.''
''Thanks, Mimura-san.'' I gave him a crooked grin. ''But I have some experience with table tennis.'' A lifetime of it.
''Oh, you play?'' He slammed the ball at the edge of the table. Takebayashi was too slow to retaliate. Oh, fun. My fingers itched for the racket.
''Yeah, a bit. Mind if I join?''
''No, we don't,'' answered Takebayashi this time. ''If you want, you can sub in for me, Kitani-san. I'm afraid Mimura is too good for me.''
''Thanks, Takebayashi-san. You can call me Sayori, by the way. I like that more,'' I offered.
''Thank you, but I'm a bit too uncomfortable to call you that familiarly. I'm sorry.'' He held out the racket.
''Don't be,'' I laughed, taking the offered item. ''It's just something I'm used to. You don't have to if you don't want.'' Well, I couldn't have everything and playing would be good enough for now.
''Hey, Mimura-san. Let me warm up a bit. After that I will get you,'' I challenged him gamely.
''Well, try it, Sayori-san. I won't make it easy,'' he said just as easily, and we began to play.
It had been seriously a long time since I've been playing. Taking the racket into my hand again had been a bit too much of a reminder what I had lost. Table tennis had been something personal – something that had guided through almost all my life, and I had been quite decent at it.
Enough to be a trainer at least.
I still felt a little awkward playing, but I found a rhythm in time. Not to sound snobbish, but the rackets that we had were shit. A decent one was leagues better and way more expensive, which the inn probably didn't think was necessary to invest in.
Additionally, I suspected that the original Sayori had been left-handed since I could certainly write with both hands well enough. My right hand was the stronger one, because I was used to it. Sometimes, I simply forgot how much my former life affected me.
Though, I think I played well enough.
Mimura and I had one match down. 3:1 in my favor. After realizing I had won, I cheered so loudly that I shocked myself.
How long had it been since I had felt such a euphoria?
Not so long ago, actually, but this felt different. Out of the blue a hand patted my shoulder.
''Good match, Sayori-san!'' my former opponent congratulated me, smiling. I smiled back at him.
''Thanks, you were really good,'' I replied, and I meant it. Even though I won with two sets ahead, it had been quite a challenge. I wasn't exactly sweating but coming close to it.
''You were better. Where did you learn playing? It was really professional,'' the boy inquired, looking curious.
''I had a few lessons before,'' I answered evasively. It was something private and above all mine. I didn't want to share it with everyone, but of course Karma would be a special case. If he asked.
Either noting my hesitance or just not that interested, Mimura shrugged it off and called out to Kimura.
''Hey, Kimura! Switch with me!'' It was almost amusing how perky my classmates were. A lot more cheerful than in class too.
''Nah, I just want to watch. Sayori-san seems to be better than me anyway.'' I pursed my lips slightly. Playing wasn't just for winning – that was a notion that I believed in.
And maybe I just wanted to play some more, since both Mimura and Takebayashi didn't look like they would pick up the racket again now.
Hell, Takebayashi had sat down with a drink.
That sucked. No one wanted to play with me, probably because I had just jumped in and pretty much interrupted them. Or I was seeing it just a bit too serious and they were simply tired. Well, if they had started about the same time as me when I had gamed with Kanzaki, then they would be already active for a good hour if not more.
Okay, I think I could forgive them. But speaking of Kanzaki-
''Karasuma-sensei! Do you want to play against Sayori-san? She's really good.'' Then I decided I liked Mimura a lot more now.
''Oh? I would love to verify that myself,'' our teacher answered somewhat cocky – more relaxed than I had ever seen him. ''Well, Kitani. Pick up your racket. I'll be your next opponent.''
The next words slipped out of my mouth without consent.
''Bring it, old man.'' I could swear he had spluttered for a moment. Then I realized what I had said and-
''Oh, fuck.'' Way to go darling, make an even worse impression on your teacher. Not that I had actually a particularly good one in Karasuma's books. I had run away from class, collapsed in another and from my fighting style he could guess that I hadn't only taken classes in taekwondo. ''I'm sorry, sensei.'' And promptly went down to a 90 degrees bow.
My glasses fell off.
Oh god, why did my mouth had always had to run like that? I seriously had no filter. The total opposite of Yamato Nadeshiko, I thought dryly.
There was a shocked silence, and it was a while before I dared to lift my head again. Karasuma-sensei's face was rather resigned and the others around me just looked either horribly amused or just plainly stunned.
The older man sighed.
''It's alright, Kitani. Just-'' The door opened in a dramatic fashion.
''Sayo? You there?'' And there stood my childhood friend, a bit confused after taking in the scene in front of him. ''...Why are you bowing to Karasuma-sensei?''
A bit sheepish, I stood straight again, glasses in hand.
''…I may or may not have just called him old.'' Karma the dear took exact 0.3 seconds to comprehend what I said – the apparent fasted frame for humans to react – and then promptly began cackling. I felt myself go pink. ''Oh, shut up.''
''You just- Just- What the hell!?'' And then he laughed some more.
Ignoring the slightly hysteric person leaning on the door frame, I apologized once again, ''I am really sorry, Karasuma-sensei. I promise it won't happen again.''
The man, bless him, took pity on me, and waved it off.
''I forgive you, Kitani. Are you still up for a match?'' He made a motion towards the table.
''Yes, please!'' I said quickly. Maybe I wouldn't hear my friend laughing his ass of at the door that way.
After Karma had calmed down, he had watched the entire match with interested eyes. I didn't really know whom he was watching exactly. His gaze seemed to dart between our teacher and me.
Though I forgot him somewhere in between. Playing with our teacher was damn fun. The guy was good. Given I hadn't taken a single racket in my hand in this body before, but Karasuma was simply fast. No matter how fast or well-placed I played the ball, he returned almost all of them.
In the end he won. Maybe it was a mix between stamina and mental capability, but that guy was clearly better than me. Acknowledging that, I held out my hand.
''Gutes Spiel,'' I said, clearly exhausted. Then realized, that I had talked in German. It had been reflexive. ''Sorry, I mean good game, sensei. It was really fun.''
''Yes, it was.'' He smiled at me. And well, he looked handsome. Really, the guy was a fucking lady killer without his usual frown. ''Say, Kitani, do you play usually?''
''N-no,'' my voice hitched. Well, this was a more private matter and I forced myself to look away. ''...I stopped a few years ago.'' Rather forcibly too. Death was normally pretty permanent.
My thoughts were too morbid and didn't really match with the emotions I was feeling. It was nostalgia, maybe a tint of regret and an indescribable amount of sadness.
''I see,'' Karasuma-sensei hummed and dropped the subject as fast as he had started it. I felt stupidly thankful for that.
''Again, thanks for the match. I had fun.'' Then I let out something that could have been a sigh. Maybe. I didn't know. ''Well, I'll be going now. Have fun,'' I finished lamely and vanished out of the door.
Thoughts flying, I didn't stop running down the hallway until a hand was pulling me forcefully on the shoulder and stopped any further movement forward.
''Hey, Sayo, slow down.'' He bent down to look into my eyes. ''Now... want to tell me what's going on?'
My mouth felt suspiciously dry suddenly, a lump constricting my throat.
''...I- This- Dammit!'' I let out a shout, surprising Karma into taking a step back. ''This whole fucking trip has been only an annoying trip down my memory lane, and I felt like ripping something in two!''
Still panting, I watched Karma's face carefully for a reaction. My touch must be a bit off; I couldn't read his face clearly. Then, slowly, his expression shifted into something akin to... exasperation?
''Seriously, Sayo. You're the only person I know, who would make a stupid pun, during an emotional outburst,'' he said way more amused than he should be. My face flushed red, though whether it was from embarrassment or from anger, I didn't know.
''Oh, shut up! That wasn't intentional!''
''Yeah? Didn't seem so.'' He led us down the hallway into the empty lobby. Even the receptionist seemed to be gone. ''Now, tell me what got you so angry.''
I opened my mouth to deny that statement before closing it again.
''...I'm having surprisingly many heart-to-heart talks these days,'' I just said for sake of it being said.
Karma lifted an eyebrow expectantly.
''Stop that, Karma. I'm not some child that needs to be interrogated.''
''Sayo, dear. Have you been aware how-'' he hesitated for a moment. ''-unstable you have been the whole time during the trip?''
Aghast, I stared at him for a good second. Was he serious?
''You asshole! are you telling me that I'm mental?''
''Woah, woah, calm down, Sayo.'' He lifted his hands as if to prove his innocence. ''I'm just saying that there's something eating you and you should talk about it. To me or someone else, but preferable me.''
I opened my mouth to say something. Refuse, accept, maybe just to continue to scream at him, but closed it again and just said nothing.
''Okay,'' he let out a sigh. ''I'll wait. For now, but if I see you breaking down another time, we will talk.''
Not knowing what to do else, I nodded.
''Thanks,'' I said not louder than a whisper.
''No problem. Now, come on. I already told the others that you probably got distracted, so you don't need to get those snacks anymore. Let's go hang out.''
I followed Karma like a well-behaved child or maybe a duckling.
Karma led us to the boys' dormitory. Somehow, I felt like fidgeting, but at the same time there was nothing to be nervous about. Karma knew almost everything about me and that little fact from before wasn't going to change anything. It would be like always – us joking, coming up with stupid pranks and even worse assassination.
I drew comfort from these thoughts.
Letting Karma walk in front of me was just coincidental. Also, I wasn't so sure where they were even located, so it was better him in front than me waltzing into the wrong room.
So, when my childhood friend opened the sliding door, also called shoji, I was surprised by the crowd of boys sitting in the middle of the room. Had we been outside so long, that everyone was already in their rooms? Conveniently, they didn't see me since Karma's taller frame was hiding me.
The smooth bastard in front of me, whom I had the honor of calling my childhood friend, was not even twitching at the sight, and simply asking, ''Oh? What are you guys doing here?''
Karma didn't step over the door frame, instead leaning slightly on the shoji and continuing to hide me. My left eye twitched lightly. What was he planning now?
''Good timing, Karma,'' Isogai greeted him. He had some kind of paper in his hand with... head? Wow, what were they planning now? Scaring the poor alien to death? No wait, he said that he was born on earth. Immediately my thought turned to a more unpleasant direction. Human experimentation. I shuddered at the thought.
''-do you like best?'' I zoned in at Kimura's voice.
''Man, Kimura. Do you still have to ask? Of course, it's-''
''-Of course, it's Sayo,'' Karma cut off Maehara promptly.
From what I could see of Kimura he looked sheepish. Well, maybe it was obvious. Like very obvious. Kissing in front of the class, seriously...
''Tell us why, though,'' Isogai asked Karma. Then he added. ''We're making a list of the most popular girls. Sayori's list is still very short.''
Wow, who would have known. Isogai being the conspirator of this. Quite amused, I didn't let myself get seen. I had never claimed to be a good person – just a bit helpless against requests.
Though I was unsure whether to be honored to be on that list or that middle school boys thought that I didn't have many good points. Or that I even had good points…
Karma seemed to emit a very, very ...well amused aura. I could feel him smirking at me. It was probably a tactical blunder of mine not to go away or step forward so that this conversation could end. This was going to be so embarrassing and true to my prediction, it was.
''Well, things I like about her? I guess her character. She's really adorable, even if she doesn't admit it. And she's always so nice to everyone in her own way. Did you notice that she doesn't deny requests?'' He paused there probably to make some kind of expression. I could feel my face burning. That little shit! He wanted to embarrass me!
''She actually got into class E like that. And blowing up a laboratory of course, but that was because of a request.'' He shrugged. ''But don't tell her I said that – she would kill me.'' Haha, very funny.
''Also, she's really an idealist. That one time when I- Ouch!'' Karma turned around, face grimacing and effectively exposing my hiding place. In the background I noticed the other boys staring at me in horror. ''Sayo! Don't hit me!''
''Shut up, you asshole. You just sold me totally out. You knew that I was behind you. You even lead me here!'' I tried to hit him again, only to be blocked by his palm. The hit had been rather halfhearted. I felt better than before, which had been no doubt his intention. Just a bit different from the original goal.
''Aww, but I complimented you. Have I mentioned to you that you look absolutely gorgeous when you are embarrassed? Really awesome.'' He had the gall to grin at me. Coloring even darker, I grit my teeth in frustration.
Honestly, I could take false compliments well, since I knew they were false, insincere, without complete honesty. Anything else was... very hard for me to believe. I couldn't really think myself as adorable or anything like that. Anything that I hadn't worked for was kind of hard to accept.
''Karma, stop embarrassing me,'' I ground out, clearly not appreciative of that whole thing.
Trying to bring the attention somewhere else instead of myself, I forced my gaze to look for something. Well, on the list was the face of Kanzaki on top, which was kind of adorable. Because they were making a ranking for the best girl in class with tiny, self-drawn faces.
The boys in this class were so nicer than the classes that I had been in before.
When I had been on a class trip last time the boys had simply made fun out of running into the girls' rooms out of fun and to drive the teachers insane. It had driven me insane too.
Yeah, this was nicer, even if it led to my and their eternal embarrassment, but whatever.
''D-Did you just hear everything?!'' a rather frazzled Isogai asked and to his credit the other boys looked just as shocked. In response, I looked away sheepishly, cheeks feeling a bit heated.
''Sorry, but I only overheard the part Karma talking about me. None of your preferences, actually.'' They honestly didn't look really assured about this, but I couldn't really make myself forget it. ''I promise I won't tell anyone. Ever. Is that okay with you?"
They scrutinized me for a few seconds, which felt weird, being looked at by a whole group of boys, and then they made a decision.
''Okay, then we will pack this list away and you promise that you won't look,'' Maehara said as a mediator. ''We trust you, but this is a boy secret, and we don't need any leaks.''
And in exact that moment all of us noticed the pink octopus sticking outside the window, making notes with a very interesting grin and the only thought that went through the room was: 'What the hell?'.
Then hell broke loose. Somewhere in the mid of the boys chasing out teacher and me and Karma settling down for some decent planning, Koro-sensei had also managed to aggravate the girls too. I did not know how that evening or even the whole day developed, but this whole class trip had been exciting, maybe a bit too much.
This was really the last night of the trip and the end of another failure to kill that slimy octopus. Disappointing? Yes, but we could recover from this failure and assassinate him another time. I didn't really take my class for people that would give up that quickly.
''Karma,'' I addressed my childhood friend, when we sat down to look at the whole chaos of our class. It was a merry goose chase after an uncatchable object, really.
''Hmmh?''
''You still owe me a lot of food.'' And I owed him a talk, but that I didn't mention. Karma could very well read my silent cues.
''Well, it's a date then.'' He winked cheekily, while his hand gave mine a squeeze to show he understood.
''Oh, shut up, you asshole.'' Sometimes, I wondered why I had a friend like him.
Yay! I finally updated. First I'm sorry for this sucky chapter, as well as the long time that took me to update. I'm a horrible author. Even if I have the excuse of RL going downhill, I was just being lazy. I didn't say it last time, but 100k!
I'm not satisfied with this chapter, but it won't get better. It's mostly recuperation from the events before and Sayo's quite like me and likes to put everything that has to do with people and emotion far away from her mind (and also forgetting it then). I'm also an idiot for doing this weird thing with Sayo and Karma, but hey, I'm way to indecisive for real romance.
On the positive site, I have a new beta. Her name is Yuisair and helped me with this.
I will also list the top three weirdest ice cream flavors now (Personal ranking):
- Human placenta ice cream (Guest)
- Charcoal ice cream (RaNDOem)
- Raw horse meat (Karenn Puff)
Well, my favorites were squid ink ice cream (thanks to Pikapikaluv for the nice idea of staining) and Kimchi ice cream (though that one is a private joke, thanks to Dumti). Also very weird: Oppai ice, shaped like boobs (ArashiYuki13, nice name btw), leek (kalmaegi), olive oil bread gelato (Avelyn Rosewood).
There were really a lot of weird flavors and I'm sorry for not mentioning yours, but I'm very thankful for anyone who reviewed.
Sorry for the long AN and I'm jumping on the same train as the other authors, so leave me a review!
This chapter was beta'ed by Yuisair.