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Episode 43: Cooking Class Group
Sakiās eyes had settled, probably because she had removed her contacts, and she was giving her full attention to the lesson at the front of the class.Ā
I on the other hand was moments away from drowsing off under the sunās gentle light. Such was the nature of the dayās first class in the morning. I hate how hot itās been lately, and the sun feels so nice and relaxing today.Ā
Itās still early April, but Iām worried that if I keep getting hit by direct sunlight like this that I will end up with some weird sunburn on only half my body before the year ends. Then again, the school brochure did say all the windows helped block UV rays, so maybe Iām worrying for nothing. Wait, what am I thinking about?
If it seems like I am finding it a little hard to concentrate on the lecture, it is because I found it difficult to sleep last night because of the hazy feeling I got from Saki being all over Ranko. The only reason I havenāt been overtaken by the sleepiness caused by the swirling black gravitational pull of this ancient script is the counterbalancing nutritional expectation of the dayās home economics classā¦ā¦.my mind is doing loops againā¦ā¦
*Tck*
Owā¦ā¦? Not really though, butā¦ā¦.what was that? Something hit me.
When I looked up, I caught Rankoās arm just as she was pulling it back.Ā
She mustāve thrown something at my forehead.
I turned towards the floor, searching for the projectile between the legs of my chair and found it almost immediately. It was a small lump of paper folded in eighthsā¦ā¦
ā¦ā¦.oh, is it supposed to be a letter?
My past as a perpetual loner has made me a bit slow on the inner workings of the mechanics behind communication between girls. Honestly, the fact that Iāve been doing as well as I have so far is nothing short of a miracle to me.
Shoot, this isnāt the time to be patting myself on the back. Gotta see what she wrote.
āBe in the same group as me for cooking class today.ā
Cooking classā¦ā¦.oh, is it around that time already? Even though my eyes are open, everything is a haze. I mean, just because Iām not sleeping doesnāt mean my mind has to be hereā¦ā¦.
I took another look at the note. Yep, she really did write, āBe in the same group as me.ā I wonder why that girl feels like she always needs to use that authoritative tone. But thinking about it another way, she took the trouble to directly spike this note into my face. So she is okay being together with meāā. This is what it looks like when high-handedness mixes with meekness. While she is still getting used to the other girls, Iām guessing she sees me as the compassionate friend. That makes me happy. For now at least, Iāve hit the starting line.Ā
In that case, I shouldā¦ā¦
I tapped Rankoās right shoulder, and before she could turn around, instead of handing her a noteāāāā
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āāā!?ā
I scribbled my reply with my finger on her back. The moment I began tracing the letters, Ranko caught her breath and a shiver ran up her spine.Ā Even though she never turned around, I can tell by how bright red her ears are how embarrassed she was. Ara~! Itās a good thing she didnāt turn around because I mightāve spouted a nosebleed fountain from cuteness overload. The famous Merlion wouldāve had nothing on me! Assuming I didnāt immediately die of blood loss of course!
Back to the point though, Ranko is just too adorable! Mm~, letās just get married already!