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Chapter 4
Recap:
Ikuto's POV:
I look around, "Then who's my partner?"
The teacher sidesteps, "The new student. Hatsuka Hoshimi-san. She can fill you in on the project details. Please be nice, she's new."
I finally got a glance at this Hatsuka Hoshimi. And it was the same girl I bumped into twice. One pinky of the pink triplet.
End of Recap
Amu's POV:
I widened my eyes.
"What!?" I blurt out. I immediately cover my mouth as I realize how rude it sounded. I mean, I have to admit I'm glad to do something with Ikuto again, but I guess I'm a little angry at him.
The teacher seems taken aback after my sudden outburst. He just coughed and walked away.
"So…" I glared at Ikuto, "What's this project...?"
"He gave a list of events and we pick one to do research on" I mutter.
Ikuto glanced at the list on the board. I scowled at him.
"What!" He snapped as he saw my scowl. "Whose house do we work at."
"No ones. We both do research, and then combine it. Done."
He rolls his eyes, "Then what's the point of partners"
"Exactly, there's no point."
"…Your house. Give me the address. Tomorrow after school."
I don't know why I gave him my address. Maybe I want him to see my house and remember.
~After School~
I ran back home as fast as I could. Oh, by the way, my family decided to have a normal house. Not a huge mansion. A normal house. Actually, we do have a mansion. But we use this house more. Besides, it's pretty suspicious to both look like an idol and have a mansion right? Well, yeah. I ran up stairs to my room and looked around. Darn it. There was a picture with us in it on my table. There was the stuffed blue cat. There was a picture of us as my desktop background. There were more stuffed cats all around, including a blue and pink one holding one heart together. I changed my desktop background to some random nature photography. I took all the cats and stuffed them under my bed. Why are you hiding everything? I didn't want him to remember? No, it would simply be too hard for me to bear. I gawked at my room. It looked pretty empty now. Who cares.
~Tomorrow After School~
Ikuto's POV:
I glanced at the little post-it Hoshimi wrote her address on. Her handwriting looked a bit familiar. Wonder why? I looked at the address of the current house, and then kept walking. I stopped at a bluish house.
Walk
Walk
Walk
Ring Doorbell.
"Coming!" I heard Hoshimi's voice.
The door opened and Hoshimi was there with a grin on her face. Her gigantic smile immediately turned into a frown as she saw me.
"Come in. Upstairs." She growled.
She stomped away upstairs. I closed the door behind me and followed her up.
Her room was rather…dull. Not dull…it's just, there's nothing there.
"Nice…room…" I say.
"Thanks." She muttered.
No one else was home. She probably told her parents to go somewhere so she wouldn't have to face the embarrassment of having a boy at her house.
I settle down on a pink beanbag chair.
"Ik-Tsukiyomi, the computer's over there. Go do research, I'll do it afterwards and add whatever you don't have."
Ooh, cold.
"You can call me Ikuto." I mutter, "How do you even know my name's Ikuto anyways."
"…The teacher said so."
I knew our history teacher never called anyone by their first name. In fact, pretty much all my teachers call us by our last names. She knows somehow, but I don't push it.
As I type out whatever info I can find, I occasionally sneak a glance at her to compare her and Amu.
Well 1, there's the hair and eyes. But this…Hoshimi looks more…perfect? Like every strand of hair took hours to perfect. Attitude…well, we'll find out.
"So…Hoshimi," I don't bother with the formal surname, I mean, she started out by calling me Ikuto, "How about we tell each other about ourselves…while doing the project?"
She muttered something under her breath like, Why me…? But she didn't glare or scowl so I started with some questions.
"What school did you go to before this?"
"…Home schooled."
"Wow, really? Do your parents teach you? You're totally a higher level than the rest of us!"
"…Yeah, I guess."
Mental note to self: Hoshimi is not talkative.
~~Sits in silence except for the sound of Hoshimi typing~~
I started doing my homework because well…I'm pretty sure Hoshimi would kill me if she found out I stared at her for like…an hour.
She stands up, "I have a lot now. I need to go to the bathroom, take a look at the stuff and add if you need to."
She walks out of the room, shutting the door loudly behind her. I get up, knocking my pencil off the table in the pencil. It rolls under Hoshimi's bed. I bend down and reach under, searching for it.
Instead, I feel something furry and fuzzy and soft and cuddly. I pull it out and gasp. I never thought I'd see this again. And there's no mistake. It's this one. No doubt.
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