I forgot to mention that the update will be whenever I get an idea of what goes next since I've never planned it out...
And oh, this is SLIGHTLY R27... Any other interactions within the characters can be conceived as how you want it to be.
Warnings: SLIGHT shounen-ai (See, it's lesser than shounen-ai, see?) slight violence, if bullying is counted as one. Colorful language in the chapters to come.
Disclaimer: The plot is mine but not the characters or KHR. Amano-sensei's manga~
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Guest number 1: I'm sorry if you dislike R27...who do you like to pair 27 with, anyways? PERHAPS I can add some stuff here and there...I can't guarantee though :3 Hahaha
Guest 2: Uh, I've already warned that it's gonna be shounen-ai. And no, I'm not pairing him with either of them because I don't ship them. Sorry if I'm rude.
Okay, there~ Thank you for the reviews, follows and favorites! I'm happy and shocked :3 Thanks to my friend, *ehem*, for helping me decide the cover~
"Tsu-kun! It's time to get up!" Nana called from the kitchen. She was cooking breakfast already but a certain brunet was still sleeping, perhaps sprawled like a starfish on the cold floor of his room.
Meanwhile, a brunet by the name of Sawada Tsunayoshi stirred in his sleep. He rolled off to his side expecting the soft surface of his own bed. However, he collided with his desk's lowest drawer. Quite suspicious.
He wasn't on his bed anymore; he had fallen from it hours ago without even noticing it. He's quite a deep sleeper.
Oh, and, he had the worst luck ever so... it wouldn't be actually that strange if the said desk was where he placed his alarm clock on...and it fell on his head right after the rather harsh collision he just experienced.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, rubbing his sore head.
It wasn't long after that he noticed that the clock read: 7:15
He was almost late. Fifteen minutes left to do everything he had to, including his daily routine which also consisted of falling off the stupid inclined plane called stairs and tripping over nothing.
After doing the said routine hurriedly, he headed towards the school while running along the way. Of course he had to try his best not to fall at every step he took.
However, just before stepping inside the school grounds, a black cat passed in front of him. His intuition, which was rarely wrong, screamed "bad luck!" to each and every nerve he had. It didn't do so much as to alert him but he believed this, of course, expecting something akin to beating him up physically. He almost had bad luck every single day, nothing could be worse than being kicked, hit, punched and everything in between, right?
Convinced that it is so, the brunet walked quickly towards his classroom, fearing that he would be caught (and disciplined, he mentally added) by Nami-chuu's Discipline Committee leader for running along the corridors.
Upon arriving at the classroom, he noted that the teacher was late, something he was rather thankful for. The bell rang earlier and he was miraculously not beaten up by a certain prefect, who seemed to appear every single time a rule in Namimori Middle School was broken.
As he strode across the room, going to his seat near the window, he picked up some whispers and mutters of rumors.
An Italian transfer student was to arrive that day and he was said to be in their class.
'Great, just great. Nice problem you brought, whoever-is-up-there. Hopefully, he wouldn't recognize me from all the performances I did in Italy...' he thought, face frowning more than usual (well, not that anyone would notice).
Ignoring the cat's warning and his intuition, he hoped that the stroke of luck he had after the bell rang would do its job and make it so that the Italian wouldn't recognize him.
Why...why didn't he remember that he had ― has ― the worst luck in the world, again?
Cliche, yes, I admit... I'm so sorry, you all know who this 'Italian transfer student' is...
It's so short... I don't know how to write long ones *cries in the corner*
Ultra-detailed stories are out of my reach, too *continues sobbing*
Tell me what you think? Haha