Only 1/3 of the entire draft made it here. I was gonna polish them, but seeing that I had only finished the whole thing just now, and that I am running out of time, I might as well just publish a portion of it.
I sincerely apologize about this!
He stood there, hands deep in his pocket, looking down on the beat up guy. His moppy white hair is noticeably shorter now, no longer covering his eyes. He had a frown tugging on his lips. "You can't stay there forever, you know?"
The person in question only looked up, it looked as though his own sweat was starting to evaporate from how red he'd looked. His spiky black hair is starting to dampen, sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck. "I've... I've nowhere else to go, bro."
The guy was hiding away from the sun, desperately hanging on a shadow of a wall as the sun slowly creeped upward, making everything hotter and hotter. Hirano huffed. He doesn't understand nor does he want to. He was standing there, directly under the scorching gaze of the summer sun. He wasn't sweating one bit; his forehead remained completely dry. Not a strand of his hair out of place.
"We'll be late if we don't hurry up."
"I feel like I'm gonna die from heat stroke..." Touma finally relents and moves away from the shadow of the wall. "It's so hot... What is wrong with today?!"
"We can get something to cool off if you want." Hirano offered with a slight tilt of his head. "And for that to happen, I need you to move faster." He starts walking, his pace brisk and purposeful. The heat is oppressive, the air thick with humidity. Sweat trickles down Touma's back as he struggles to keep up, his steps heavy and labored.
"I can't... I can't... I can't... I can't..." He pants, each word punctuated by a wheezing breath. His face is flushed, his skin burning from the intense heat. "I'm going to die, I knew it, I'm gonna die, I'm definitely gonna die today, this is it..."
Hirano glances back at him, his face betraying only mild amusement at Touma's dramatic overreaction. "If you can still talk that much, you're clearly not going to die anytime soon."
Touma stumbles forward, his steps unsteady as he fights to match Hirano's pace. "You don't... understand... I'm suffering... here..." He clutches his chest, wheezing as if each breath is a struggle. His vision blurs and his legs wobble dangerously, threatening to give out beneath him. Hirano stops and turns back to face him, an eyebrow raised in amusement.
They were still clad in their school uniform, even though today was the weekend. Their summer uniform is particularly thin and light, designed to keep them cool, but it's doing little to help Touma in this level of heat; averaging somewhere around 44 degree celsius (111.2 degree in freedom scaling).
Hirano, although not affected the slightest bit by the scorching sun, wore his summer uniform because, well, school wants him to. They have this rule that has its students wear the school uniform on school-related activities, even during weekends. The Daihasei Festival is the best example. Too bad though, that festival won't happen for another 3 weeks. So it was weird for them to have to wear their school uniform on a day like this.
Besides, today was already a weird day to begin with. Actually, it has been weird for the past week or so. Today was just another day of weirdness. It was a Saturday recently. Kikyou didn't have to teach or anything but still went out of the house earlier this morning, with the car nonetheless. Aiho has him accompany Touma on this weird trip where they just walk straight for the past hour or so.
Hirano had suggested taking a bus, even intending to pay for the poor black haired guy's ride. Strangely enough, the guy refused. Kamijou Touma has never refused anything for free. Let alone a free ride, especially in this heat. The air conditioning would've been Godsent.
"You know, we've been walking for nearly 2 hours." Hirano says, checking his watch. "I still have no idea where we're headed. What's this place you mentioned earlier?"
Touma, who had collapsed to the ground in a half-sitting, half-sprawling position, squints up at Hirano through the haze of the heat. "It's... a secret... can't tell you... can't tell anyone..." He gasps for air, his body shaking with the effort. "You'll have to... follow me... just trust me..."
The white haired boy sighed, running his left hand over his moppy hair. He was starting to get a tad bit bored, and the heat wasn't helping. The city is bustling, cars, people, and other heat-struck citizens making the air feel even thicker.
"I'll go get some water. You want anything?" Hirano asks, scanning the nearby area for any signs of a vending machine or store. He spies one a short distance away, its blue lights glowing invitingly in the harsh sunlight. "Well? What do you say?"
Touma drags himself into a more upright position, his chest still heaving with exertion. "Water... ice..."
That was everything he needed to hear as he'd trudged across the scorching pavement for what felt like an eternity. He might not feel the heat whatsoever, but he was starting to get thirsty. All the walking does actually affect his hydration after all, even if the heat itself doesn't register. The vending machine's ice-cold metal surface felt like a revelation as he approached it.
He fed in some change and pressed the button, waiting as the machine chugged and whirred before spitting out a cool, refreshing can of ice-cold tea. The condensation on the can's surface immediately made his fingers tingle in relief. He put in a second coin and selected a bottle of water for Touma as well. Carrying the drinks back to where his companion had collapsed, he found Touma sprawled on the ground, half-conscious and muttering incoherently.
"Drink this." Hirano holds out the water bottle. "You'll feel better once you do." The black-haired boy weakly grabs the bottle and brings it to his mouth, the cool liquid trickling down his parched throat. He'd almost immediately felt a bit better, though still very weak.
Hirano sits down beside him, sipping his own cold tea. They were quiet, sitting under the shade of a concrete structure. A small fountain splashed nearby, offering a slight cooling effect.
Touma finally breaks the silence after a while, his words still slow and labored. "I think that's enough walking already..."
Hirano perked up, his nose scrunched and his eyebrows slightly furrowed. "We've been wandering around this district for hours, and you still haven't revealed where we're going. I'm getting a bit... frustrated." His red irises were sharp, his face calm. He wasn't showing much emotion, but Touma could sense his impatience building.
"Calm down," Touma wheezed. "I'll tell you... when the time's right..." He gulps down more water, already feeling a bit better after the short rest and cooling off.
Hirano narrows his eyes at Touma, a hint of annoyance flashing across his usually stoic features. The white haired boy takes a long sip of his iced tea, savoring the coolness as it slides down his throat. Setting the can down, he turns back to Touma with an expectant gaze. "So, are we going back now?"
Touma shakes his head, his spiky black hair rustling with the movement. "Nah, we can't go back yet. We're not done here." He struggles to his feet, wobbling slightly as he regains his balance. "Come on, let's keep going."
Hirano stands as well, his movements fluid and effortless. "You know, if you'd just tell me where we're going, I could probably get us there faster."
Touma glances around, his gaze darting between the nearby buildings and the people bustling past. "Can't do that. It's a secret, remember? But don't worry, we're close now." He starts walking again, his pace notably slower than before but still determined.
Hirano follows, his curiosity growing as they navigate the quiet corner of the street. "You're being very mysterious about this. It's starting to make me suspicious."
"Yeah, well, your Auntie said it was important that I do this." Touma's words are laced with exhaustion as he trudges forward, the heat still bearing down mercilessly. "So I'm doing it."
Hirano's eyes narrow slightly at the mention of Kikyou. "What's she got with this? Aiho's the one who sent us."
The black haired guy flinched. "N-no, no, I didn't say that. I meant that... Your mum said she wanted to take you out but couldn't. So she sent me to her place instead!" He quickly backpedaled, his words coming out in a nervous rush as he tried to cover up his slip.
Hirano's not fooled. He studies Touma with a piercing gaze, his red eyes narrowing suspiciously. "You're a terrible liar." Hirano said with a flat tone. "She's the one who told me to accompany you. Not the other way around."
Touma's face contorts in panic as he realizes his mistake. "I-I didn't mean it like that! I just... I mean, she said it was important for me to do this, and I trust her judgment, so I'm doing it!" He quickened his pace, trying to change the subject. "Look, we're almost there. Can you see that big building up ahead?"
"McDonald's?" Hirano glances at the familiar golden arches looming in the distance. "I know exactly where that is. But I don't see what's so secretive or important about it." His curiosity grows as they near the building, his gaze flickering between Touma and the fast-food restaurant.
Touma's face flushes with embarrassment as he realizes he's led them to a McDonald's. "W-well, it's not just any McDonald's! This one's special!" He fumbles for his words, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. "It's got... Ronald!"
Hirano raises an eyebrow, his gaze following Touma's finger to the inflatable Ronald McDonald standing outside the restaurant. "That's... a clown. A very large, very red, very creepy clown."
Touma nods enthusiastically, grateful for any distraction from his own flub. "Exactly! It's a very important clown, and I had to see it in person." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Touma..." The person in question could feel chills down his back as Hirano's eyes bore into him, his face set in a flat, unimpressed expression. "You dragged me all the way out here, in this heat, to see a McDonald's mascot?" He crosses his arms, his red eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Well, when you put it like that, it sounds a bit... stupid." Touma mumbles, his face flushing with embarrassment. "But that's not the only reason!" Hirano's eyes narrow as he awaits further explanation, his stance rigid as he awaits Touma's next move. Around them, the bustle of the city continues - cars honk, people chatter, and the constant hum of urban life persists.
"I... I mean, Kikyou said it was important." Touma fumbles with his words, sweat beading on his forehead from the heat. "She mentioned something about a big secret inside."
"Uh-huh." Hirano's response is dry. His red eyes flick to Ronald, then back to Touma. "This is stupid. I'm going home."
"Yeah... let's do that..." Touma agrees, his face reddening as he realizes the absurdity of their situation. They turn around and start walking back towards the main street, both feeling embarrassed and relieved that their ill-fated journey is coming to an end.
The heat still bears down on them as they make their way through the crowded city streets, stopping on a nearby bus stop. After a few minutes of standing in the sweltering heat, a city bus finally arrives. As they board, Hirano plops down in an empty seat, looking utterly drained and annoyed. "I can't believe I let you drag me out here for this."
Touma slumps into the seat next to him, his face still flushed from the heat, huffing in relief from the air conditioner. "I'm sorry, okay? She asked me to. But it'll all be worth it in the end. You'll see."
Hirano scoffs, his red eyes rolling dramatically as he leans back in his seat. "I hope you're right, because right now, I feel like I've wasted an entire day on this nonsense."
Touma waived his right hand dismissively. "Nah, it wasn't a waste. We haven't arrived at your house yet. Maybe something will happen then."
The way he's phrased that has Hirano curious. Truly, today is weird at shit. But just the people but also the circumstances. It's always an interesting day with this kind of weirdness, it never fails to surprise.
For a while, they were just quiet, Touma's eyes exhaustively watching the streets outside while Hirano stared blankly at the floor, both of them too tired to speak. For a moment, the bus stops on another one of those stops, the door opening and closing as more people board and disembark.
One of those people just so happened to be someone he knew. "I'm telling you guys; just because you get a side of fries with a burger doesn't mean it's a meal. That's just a burger with fries, not a combo." The feminine voice rang out loud in an argumentative manner, and was unmistakably one of the people who just boarded the bus.
Hirano watched as Frenda's hair animatedly bobbed as she gesticulated wildly, her face set unseen, her back facing him. She was talking with several people. Three of them, as it seems. All female.
Two of them don't look any bit interested in the conversation; one just looked tired as though she'd never known what peace is, and the other just looked plainly bored, maybe even annoyed from the blond's enthusiasm. The third one, however, the youngest looking of them all, was clearly engaged in the conversation.
"They're called a combo because of the SUPER variety of choices available!" the younger girl retorts. "Plus, the meal comes with a drink! You can't SUPER argue with that, Frenda! It's a better value!"
"Better value my foot! For 3.99 bucks, I'd expect a-" Frenda pauses when she turns around, finding Hirano's face. Her eyes widened with surprise, and she quickly shut her mouth, looking flustered. The other women turn to look as well, their expressions ranging from interest to confusion. "Oh, hey, Hirano. What a surprise! I didn't expect to see you here."
Touma, who had been dozing lightly, startled awake at the commotion and looked around in confusion. "Hirano? You know those girls?" he asked, his voice rough from sleep.
The white hair boy didn't know who to respond to first, as he stared at Frenda and her group, who were now moving closer to him. Hirano's eyes darted between the three girls as they approached, their movements fluid and purposeful.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Frenda asked, her face alight with curiosity. She glances at Touma, who is still rubbing his face and looking disoriented. "And who might you be?"
Hirano's face contorts as he tries to come up with a plausible explanation for his presence on the bus. He doesn't really want to say that this guy has just dragged him out of his house to see a McDonald's mascot for some unknown reason. "Uh, I was... just out for a stroll with my friend Touma here." He gestures vaguely towards the still disoriented boy next to him.
Frenda raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "A stroll? In this heat? And on a bus? That's... quite a stroll." She moves closer, her curiosity obvious. "So, is this your new friend? You never mentioned him before."
He just shrugged. "You knew everyone in this city. I just assumed that you'd know him too." Hirano's eyes darted to the other three girls, who were now standing slightly behind Frenda, their expressions ranging from amusement to suspicion.
The girl who she had the debate with earlier looked at him as if she'd seen something she hasn't seen in a long time. While the oldest ones weren't much different, they held a significantly different demeanor than the younger one. An elegant looking girl, possibly the eldest of them all, watched him with a look of wariness. Something about her screams danger, but he couldn't pinpoint why. The last one, a girl who seemed to be the quietest of the bunch, looked rather pale, eyes locked into the floor instead of him. It seems like something was bothering her.
Hirano, feeling somewhat uncomfortable under the scrutiny, cleared his throat and tried to change the subject. "Accelerator...?" But was beaten to it by the young girl.
Immediately, the reactions were instant; Hirano flinched, as if he'd just been struck, and his eyes widened in shock at the mention of that name. The older girl exudes bloodlust, intent to incapacitate, if necessary, kill.
The bus had just started moving, causing a slight wobble as it picked up speed. The atmosphere in the cramped space became tense, almost suffocating. Everyone on the bus seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for what would happen next. The young girl who had spoken looked up, her face set in a determined expression, ready to face whatever consequences her outburst might bring.
Touma, not knowing anything nor does he realize how tense the situation has become, looked at Hirano quizzically. "Who's Accelerator?"
But Hirano wasn't listening. He stared intently at the three women, his face tense as he readied himself for any potential conflict.
Frenda audibly clicked her tongue when she turned to get friends, her hands raised in a defensive gesture, her face set in a serious expression. "Mugino, Mugino, please calm down! Now is not the time or place for this!"
The eldest girl, Mugino, scoffed, her face set in a defiant expression. But even in the clear look of defiance, there was a faint glimmer of fear, as if she knew what might happen if things escalated. "Shut the fuck up, brat." The girl gritted her teeth, turning to the girl beside her. "Rikou, is he really...?"
The girl with the short black hair was sweating bullets, almost as pale as Hirano himself. A single nod from her has the bus going stiller than ever, like someone had hit a pause button in reality.
Hirano's gaze darted between the girls, his muscles tensed, ready for any sudden move.
The girl who'd called him that name, stepped in between Mugino and Frenda, surprising the tea-colored hair girl. "Kinuhata Saiai. Don't you want revenge? He's the reason your life is ruined, right? The one who made you suffer so much! This is your chance!" Her words were laced with an eagerness that seemed almost maniacal.
Those exact words hit Hirano like a brick to the face. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he was frozen in place. He stared at the girl, taking a very good look at her, trying to recall where he'd seen her before. He's never, EVER, in his life, seen this Kinuhata Saiai girl before in his life.
'Suffer...?' Has he really made her suffer? He racked his brain, trying to remember if he'd ever encountered this girl before. But his mind was blank.
Frenda appears to be apologetic at his predicament, as if she knows something he doesn't. "I-I'm so sorry, Hirano. I didn't mean to get you mixed up in this." Her voice quivers slightly as she looks between you and her companions, clearly distressed by the situation. Meanwhile, Mugino and the other girls seem poised to act, their tension growing more palpable by the second.
There were several other people, other passengers that tried to step in but were ultimately too intimidated by Mugino's aura to do anything. Their faces pale, their muscles tense, they shrunk back into their seats as if trying to disappear completely. The bus driver, trying to appear oblivious to the developing situation, continued his journey.
Touma, having been quiet for a while, finally decided to do something; by standing up from his seat. "Look, lady, I don't know what exactly he's done, but could you please not escalate this on a bus? I mean, what if someone gets hurt?" He glanced nervously between the white haired guy and the girls, clearly uncomfortable with the building tension.
Mugino's eyes narrowed dangerously as she focused on Touma, her fingers twitching slightly. "Shut up, you useless piece of shit. This has nothing to do with you."
There was a green glow coming from the girl, before manifesting around her in the form of a ball. All of them could feel the heat rising; a spot on the glass began to melt, the temperature inside the bus rising rapidly.
The other passengers began to sweat profusely, some even starting to panic as the situation escalated. Frenda's face contorted in horror as she watched Mugino's power manifest. Things are spiraling out of control very quickly.
The bus stops and the door opens as every other passenger leaves the bus, leaving the six of them alone.
"Frenda," Mugino sneers at the name, her fingers twitching as she stares at Hirano. "You never mentioned that you were friends with Mr. First Ranked." She scoffs, a cruel smirk twisting her features.
Although she appeared to be the most dangerous of the group, Mugino's demeanor suggested a deeper, more complex character beneath her surface. Her words dripped with bitterness and a grudge that had clearly festered for some time. As she spoke, the temperature inside the bus continued to rise, the air becoming thick and oppressive.
Touma just wants to get away as far as possible. But he couldn't just watch on the sideline either. What kind of friend would do such a thing? Besides, he owed the guy. A lot. After all those times he'd pay for his lunch at the diner, how could he just leave him to fend for himself? He takes a deep breath, bracing himself for what was to come. "Listen, I don't know what he's done or who he is, but can't we just talk this out like normal people? There's no need for any of this."
Saiai was pushed out of the way. Frenda knelt down, screaming. The girl, Rikou, watched in shock. Touma didn't have time to even react.
All Hirano could see was green.
And then a flash of white and yellow. There was this thick smell of ozone and something burning, and suddenly the air around him seemed to be full of intense heat and a strange pressure. The bus rocked violently, metal groaning under an unseen force.
He blinked several times. Nothing has happened to him. From what he could see, the Saiai girl and Frenda appeared to be completely fine. The Rikou girl narrowly avoided the deathray that is Mugino's Meltdowner.
Then there was the girl whose hair color resembles that of tea, Mugino. Her lips pressed into a thin line, all the wrath and bloodlust from before gone, replaced by an emotion that's hard to place.
She doesn't look shaken nor does she seem to have been hurt, despite her previous aggressive stance. In fact, she appears more subdued, almost uncertain of her next move.
Touma stared in disbelief, his jaw dropping. The power that he'd just witnessed was far beyond anything he could comprehend. It wasn't like any power he'd encountered before.
Mugino's power was at a whole other level. She stood there, seemingly unharmed, though the temperature inside the bus continued to rise steadily.
The entirety of the bus had been cut in-half, horizontally at least. The buildings outside became an unintended backdrop, the sky now visible through the gaping hole in the ceiling. The walls and floor were scorched, the metal warped and twisted. Smoke rose from the wreckage, and the acrid smell of burning rubber and melted metal permeated the air.
There were people outside, watching, recording and taking pictures with their phones, seemingly unconcerned about the devastation that had just occurred.
Hirano's gaze met Mugino's. There was no surprise in her eyes. It appears that she had expected this outcome. She didn't flinch or show any signs of remorse. Instead, she looked at him with a complex expression - part anger, part curiosity, and something else that's harder to define.
"Well, well," she finally spoke, her words dripping with a sardonic quality. "The great Accelerator, living up to his name." Her heels clicked against the scorched floor as she took a step closer, her attention fixed intently on you. "I was hoping for more... satisfying result, but I suppose that's just how it goes when you face the world's strongest esper." Her fingers twitched, green sparks dancing between them, but she made no move to attack.
"Why?" Hirano spoke, his voice steady despite the destruction surrounding him. "What did I do to you? I don't even know who you are."
Mugino's face contorted, her nose scrunched up in a scowl. "That brat Misaka, Third Ranked, was the result of your mentoring, wasn't it?"
The albino frowned. "You nearly killed people, over rankings?"
She scoffed. "That's my place that she took, y'know?" Mugino's words grew laced with bitterness and resentment. "In terms of everything, compared to that brat, I was the more suitable one, right? But no, the world chose her over me, and for what? Some stupid numbers and a fucking ranking that means jack shit in the real world." She stared at him intently, her tea-brown eyes burning with anger, hurt, and complex emotions that made her words become more intense.
"But I suppose it doesn't matter now. You're still the strongest, aren't you? Even when I brought out my full power, you didn't even flinch." Her gaze shifted, a spark of curiosity lighting up her features. "So, tell me, Accelerator, what's your limit? How much power is too much for you to handle?"
That was an unexpected shift on the subject of power and hierarchy. The girls have managed to gather back their composure after the initial shock of the attack. Frenda and Saiai were huddled together, visibly shaken but unharmed. Rikou stood to the side, her face still pale from the near miss. She stared at Mugino with a complex expression - part awe, part fear.
When the blaring of a distant Anti-Skill vehicle pierces the air, breaking the tense standoff. Mugino's attention snaps to the noise, clearly annoyed. "Tch, just when it was getting interesting." She turns back to him, her eyes narrowing. "This isn't over, Accelerator. I'll find a way to surpass you, even if I have to tear this world apart to do it."
She glances at her companions, nodding sharply. "Let's go, girls. Nail salons are gonna have to wait." Rikou was the first to move, already grabbing Saiai rather hurriedly. Frenda dusted off the back of her skirt.
"I-I think I'll stay with him for a bit," the blond girl murmurs, glancing nervously between you and Mugino. Mugino's face twists in a scowl, grabbing her by the wrist. "W-wait! I'm not trying to play both sides! Today's super-super important because it's his birthday and I have never been to one even be-" Her voice fades as the distance between them grows, Mugino dragging her away.
They really just left as though Mugino hadn't just fucking destroyed a bus with her powers. The Anti-Skill vehicles pulled up, their sirens blaring, but the girls were already gone.
The remaining two people in the wrecked bus, Touma and Hirano, looked at each other with varying degrees of surprise and unease. "So," Touma said, clearing his throat uncomfortably. "That, uh... that was Mugino? A Level Five?"
Hirano nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving you. "Yeah, that was Mugino Shizuri, the Meltdowner."
Touma's jaw dropped open, his brain struggling to process what had just happened. "I... Don't think I ever want to be on a bus with her again." He laughed nervously, trying to lighten the mood.
Hirano's face stayed blank though. At some point, as the Anti-Skills entered the bus, did Hirano realise something. "Today is my birthday?"
Apparently, it was already September. He hadn't realized that time could move so quickly. He was already 15 years old. And that actually kinda freaked him out. He hadn't even noticed.
Even worse, the birthday boy had to be picked up at an Anti-Skill office downtown. Can you imagine; sending someone out on a leisure walk, only to receive a call that they had to pick up this person from an Anti-Skill station. Kikyou was most certainly shocked.
In the end, the surprise party consists of Last Order, him, a certain pink haired teacher who looks too young to be called a teacher, and a Aiho's right hand man (in this case, lady).
Touma wasn't even invited in because, y'know, Last Order's true identity is still a secret. But he still got to see the cake, which was just a blank, chocolate looking, coffee tasting, cake. It was, to be honest, not very impressive. But at least it was edible, courtesy of the 9 year old who poured her heart into making it. The cake had a few candles on it, and the party was pretty small, but at least there was a celebration.
There were plenty of presents given to him by his lovely friends. Apparently, they were not notified of the time of party. He finds that kinda rude. They were his friends, after all. But he still got to find them, and they were really nice. There was a new shirt from Last Order, a book from Misaka, and a bag of snacks from Aiho. It was a good day, despite the initial shock of the Mugino incident.
Later that day, he opened the rest. Nothing too fancy; a pair of socks from Ruiko, an intricately flowery designed handkerchief from Uiharu, one of Frenda's berets. The last one was honestly surprising. He's never worn a hat before, let alone a beret, but he figured he would try it on sometime, just to see how he looked.
The last one, from Kuroko, was honestly the most surprising. It wasn't a present, per se, but a message that she had written down in her neat, cursive handwriting. He couldn't imagine her writing something so cheesy and sappy, but he supposed that was the point. She would have written this for an English assignment and he wouldn't have batted an eye, seeing at how sincere it felt.
The last bit was a tad bit misleading though, especially the: "... With the deepest love, Shirai Kuroko, your best friend." Initially, he wouldn't have even found any of that any bit surprising. Of course, until Kikyou and Aiho had to ruin the innocent, platonic nature of the message by making a big deal out of it.
The way they were grinning at each other, and the way they were looking at him, made him feel really uncomfortable. He felt like he was being set up for something, and he didn't like it one bit.
They were genuinely thinking that she had romantic intentions. Kuroko, he figured, would never actually go that far. It was simply not in the nature of her to do so. He had known her for long enough to know that.
She was simply being formal. He's learned something similar in Literary class and he figured she was just emulating that. It didn't mean anything.
This chapter is 4/10. Basically bad. Nothing happened in it. Which is also a very bad bit when I plan on not publishing next week!
Anyways, I'll be taking some time off until January 2nd. My sister would be home on the 24th, and I would like to spend some time with her. I will publish again by January 2nd, and the schedule should be back to normal after it.
Anyways, Happy New Year and shit, new chapter on January 2nd.
Until then, see ya!