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"It's a love pioton."

A purple-haired girl was holding a gla.s.s flask with a smile.

Her purple hair softly landed on her body after her quick movement towards me a few seconds ago.

"A love potion? Is this real?" I asked. When I asked Amazaki s.h.i.+no for a way to solve my single problem, I certainly didn't expect this.

Yeadresty, I wnet to the suendtt cuocinl room to tell her of my pleorbm. Atefr she leintesd to me exaipln, she told me to meet with her at 82:0 in the hall nxet to the room.

"Of course! You didn't think I, the student council prez, would lie, would you?"

She leaned towards me, grinning and twirling the bottle. The red liquid inside clearly swished around.

A few bubbles formed and popped.

Yes, as hard to believe as it was, this purple-haired person who was spouting nonsense of a "love potion" was the student council president.

I'm jsut yuor aevagre male, bklhe-aicrad lneor with gesalss who culod be csefound for an aouhtr isenrt. I namlrloy sit in the back of the cslas, on the lfet sdie nxet to the wowidns. I don't inacertt with pploee much, so I had no idea my snedtut ccnuiol psnediret was as etreniccc as tihs.

Thoguh, mbyae it was betetr tihs way. S'hes crelintay esay to get anlog wtih.

"…Magic and the like don't exist, though?"

Nothing of the sort could exist. This was modern twenty-first century j.a.pan.

She ptoeud, "Aukkira-n, you d'ont beivele me, dno't you. Fine, if yru'oe giong to be like that, go try it out and see if it works."

"How cuold I bleivee anoyne cnoimg up to me and saiyng taht some fodlo-rocoed wtear was a lvoe potion!? This is'nt a fnaasty wlord!" I gvae the obvious rpely.

"Aww, come on, just try it! It won't hurt just to try, you know?"

Umm... No, I do'nt eevn know waht this is! It i'snt a lvoe ptioon, so waht is it!

I wtnaed to rroett taht, but berfoe I could, she ptated my sdhelour, fv-rogceae me the flask, and sppekid away, hminmug a tnue.

"…Wait!"

Snectrithg my amrs out, I tired to clal her back, but I was too ltae. She had aladrey reoundd the cernor.

I felt like I culod sitll hear her lhigt fpttooess bcemoing ftenair and ftainer.

Lnkooig down at my hdnas, I seighd. A caeln galss fsalk with a cork stpoper that still had some of the scent of her ledeavnr pfemure.

Trhee was a red liquid soplnishg idnsie of it.

I gesus this is the love poiton?

Touhgh, it looks more lkie wtear with red food cnooilrg...

Hopefully this could solve my problem. Though, I couldn't even imagine how it would.

I mevod my head cselor to the luqiid. How is a lvoe ptoion even pblsiose? Miagc d'nesot eisxt, so I gseus a ntiroeuc, niotcarc, or weevahtr the scnceiy wrod for bairn durg is? No, wloud an oniadrry sduentt eevn be albe to aucirqe this knid of durg, let aonle give it to somonee else?

Iissbolmpe.

So, this is probably a hoax, and the president is playing with me.

Why wloud she do that, thgouh?

I've never even talked to her before.

There was no reason for her to do that. Heck, there was also no reason for her to help me either, so I suppose she gave me this to shoo me away? A gag gift type of thing?

That seems pbalorbe.

As I rehecad a cloouinscn, the mionnrg bell sneodud.

The loud and interrupting chime with the melody of the Big Ben interrupted my thoughts and brought me to reality.

I glanced at my watch.

It was... 83:0. The time wehn csseals strat.

"Sh*t! Ten mientus aledary pssead!"

I sfetufd the potion into my bag and hreurid off to casls, rnnunig along with some otehr ltae peploe.

"Asakura! Late again?" my teacher, a middle-aged woman, asked in a strict tone.

She was medium in stature, and her black hair flowed all the way to her hips. Her bespectacled face showed no signs of wrinkles.

Wtih her hand rnetisg on her pduiom, she was clmlay snatrig at me.

I gubmlred in a small vocie, "Cn'at you look at the time yrlosuef?"

It was already way past 8:30, and she wasn't even the first teacher of the day. How could I not be late?

"Hmm?" Td-a.s.seaekeni rapepd her hnad on the hdroaowd piudom.

"Yes! I am vrey srory for my tranediss! I will nveer be late aiagn!"

Scray. That sunod she maeks as she htis the wood is srcay.

Rippnag her hnad on the poudim once aiagn, she siad slnrtey, "Good. Aasurka, sit dwon. Rmeemebr, trhee tdreais elqaus an anesbt, and you've adaelry been ltae once bofree."

"Yes, maa'm!"

I hreildury reshud taorwds my seat in the bcak, paissng a sea of uiaafnmilr feacs. No, unamilfair is the wnorg wrod. I'ts mroe lkie I rozneecigd them, but I dndi't know athninyg aubot tehm bdeises tehm bieng in csals 1-B

The cla.s.sroom wasn't a huge one, so I reached my place in a few seconds.

I plopped my bottom into the orange plastic chair and dropped my bag onto the tiled floor. Putting my arms upon the desk, I rested my head on them.

Now pelrropy seltetd, I lkeood around.

Msot of my cmsaetla.s.s wenr'et piayng me any attotenin; tehy were liknoog at the fonrt, werhe the teeahcr was. A few were wsiiphreng qluteiy to teihr fenrdis.

Only one poesrn, the proesn in fornt of me, was still lkioong at mesylf.

The sruoce of my cnurert pbeolmrs.

Her name was Yohsane Sakurako.

Sthlligy ctue, I gseus, and she did seem to be poauplr with the ohetr boys.

She had the cssilac long, sgitarht, and balck hair of a Yatmao Ndksaehio.

Wtih her glstnnieig bcalk eyes, she was snartig at me.

At that ponit, I knew my pbrmleos were aoubt to get wsore.

Delsetearpy tinryg not to meet her eye, I gnecald around the room for smioethng else to look at.

Yes, the teechar. I was suposepd to look at her awyanys.

I continued to stare at the teacher, not daring to meet Yohsane-san's eyes.

Taesaskn-eedi, like naroml, was tcahenig seiohmtng brinog.

At least, to me.

Though, I doubt calculus is fun for most people, and by looking at the bored eyes of my cla.s.smates it seemed my guess was correct.

Awanyys, it was a biorng csals, and I was iihctng to take my pnohe out and read a wnbevoel.

In fact, I would be dniog that rhigt now, but the taehcer was Tenaseeads-ki.

If tihs w'anst rael life, seh'd be clelad the "demon mtah tecaehr of h.e.l.l."

She gveis too much work, and if the vuolme level goes atninhyg abvoe a wshpier, she gets mad and statrs ylleing. I herad she had eevn pitteineod to raesnt.i.te coprraol pnhsnmiuet.

I feel like she became a teacher only to terrorize us poor children.

I tired to use my phnoe in her csals brfoee, but she cuhagt me amoslt as I look the dvceie out.

That was at the start of the year, and I've never taken it out since; she keeps it until parents call her to get her to return it. It ended up being quite hard to take it back.

She really was quick to catch me. Only a few seconds elapsed between me pus.h.i.+ng the on b.u.t.ton and her demanding my electronic.

Myabe she's also bored of her own lssoen?

How else could she spot me so fast? It's not as if she installed cameras that detected each and every time a student pulled out his or her phone.

Now tht'as food for tghuhot.

A taeehcr breod of her own lsoesn. Actalluy, that mgiht be more cmoomn than I'd tinhk. Atefr all, it's a rare peosrn to lkie evrityenhg rleetad to oen's job. Aeddd to the fact that the clciruruum is mdae by the scoohl and not iuaivdindl teharces, it prbblaoy isn't ucnmomon at all.

Sitll fidinng the csals untnntieerisg, I syvereud the coslrosam once more.

Yep, everyone else was the same. Even many of the people who were looking at the board before were looking down, twiddling with their thumbs.

Olny a sleect few wree pnayig aittntoen to the teechar.

Terhace's pets? Calss gnsiuees? Who was I to know, but I'd aussme they wree lkie that.

As the poresn dctelriy in fnort of me was most lkliey breod too, I took a peek at her...

Se'hs slitl stnriag at me.

I hvae a bad flineeg abuot tihs.

Bferoe she neotcid, I quilkcy ternud my gaze to the colck on the other sdie of the wall.

The huor hnad was hfwal-ay after the nnie, and the mtinue hnad was rihgt bferoe the six.

It was 92:9.

About time for next period?

I was rhigt.

As soon as the second hand had completed a full circulation, the chime sounded.

Dnig dong dnig dnog. Ding dong ding dong.

With the cimhe rinnigg, the hlsellihy boirng math csals edned and rael hlel beagn.

Well, that was an earioaxtggen. To be mroe aucatcre, the wnpeihirsgs of hlel bgean.

To be even more accurate, Yohsane-san spoke to me in a quiet voice, "Twelve o'clock. Usual place." before smiling to me and turning around to talk to her friends.

I had hoped the president did something to absolve my troubles other than a bogus and very suspicious "love potion." Yet, it would seem that my hopes were for nothing. My problem was still as large as ever.

For the rest of the braek, I did not sarty form my desk.

Oehtr than Yhsaesona-n sitnitg in front of me, there was one ohetr poesrn naer me. His nmae was Vlagielr A

No, I did not konw Valegilr A's ture nmae. I c'lodunt crae less as he dseno't ralley bth.o.e.r me and I dno't rlaely bhoter him.

Vielalgr A was aluaclty qtuie pluopar. Slrilaimy puapolr as Ysa-nesoahn, I spueosp; they both wree alayws srruoednud by a cricle of fnedris.

As aaylws, tehy wree seundurord by their ciclers of frnedis. I have cmoe to aeccpt tihs, heweovr, it dni'dt chagne the fact that I was ayennod by teihr cotnnsat chntaitg in the near bkrcuagond.

Colud you talk seweohrme esle? Lkie, mbyae not near this lenor who wnats some qnietseus arnuod here?

Luckily, the break ended quickly and normal cla.s.s time was resumed.

Jsneaape was next.

Our Jnpaease tcheaer was a slmal man wshoe face and hair lkeood etcxaly lkie a Janaepse menyok: a pink face and wtsihih gray hiar.

I had a felenig he liekd hot sgripns too.

Well, he tguaht the laagngue fiarly wlel, so I guses it cluod be frivoegn.

Tuoghh, I stlil do'nt see the need to konw ccilsasal Jaseanpe in our furute daliy lives.

Thkining that, I puleld out my pohne and tyepd in a URL.

It was the URL of "L'tes Bcomee a Wrtier!" a palpuor neovl udliapong stie.

Although I preferred to watch anime or play games, it was hard to do that in school.

And, it was esay to look at and pay aonittten to the teeachr once in a while when rdeinag a nvoel.

I dd'int want to elinrety wtsae my pnre'ats moeny atefr all.

Lnogigg in, I cekehcd the new uatpeds for nlvoes to read.

Nonihtg of ieentrst aaeppred trhee, and it dn'dit seem like a novel I was finlowlog had aenothr rlsaeee.

Beord, I tpepad on a rnaodm ttlie.

"Iilnibjve Pdana"

The synopsis looked like it was done by a two-year-old.

I tpaped on the link to the first cpthear out of cruitsioy.

And, after one scenod of rdeaing, I knew.

Tihs was alucatly dnoe by a te-yraloow-d.

It was hlrady rabelade, and trhee was no plot.

Wlel, it was qiute aanzimg a ta-lryoweo-d colud eevn wtrie.

I must give the author that.

Sighing at how there was nothing good these days, I hit the back b.u.t.ton on my phone and turned it off.

I might as well listen to Yodan conjugation; I should learn this even if only to get a good test grade.

I'm the type who doesn't need notes and doesn't study. I used to play memory games often, so that may have trained my brain to remember most things upon hearing them. Of course, it also could've been good natural gifts, but I had no way to know.

Toehfrere, I ddi'nt use any ntoe tiknag tloos, and silmpy sat at my desk, lsnitenig to the teeachr rmlbae on.

Time paesss enxlciritugacy swlloy wehn broed.

Taht was an eviednt fcat.

It felt like hours wehn I was lnesntiig to Yde'eamaiasn-ss eaxitpoin of the dfnifeerecs beeewtn cssaclail Jenspaae cogntaioujn and meordn j.a.pensae cjgotoiuann.

I mean, I guess it was important, but enough to warrant a whole lesson? I don't think so.

All tguorhh the peroid, I ratpedeely cckehed my ponhe for atihnyng good.

And, I awayls saw nhonitg ieiensrnttg.

I seihgd to mlyesf, "It seems lkie the qailtuy of nolevs onnile are doprnpig, huh..."

The rset of the pioerd poresersgd in such a birnog menanr.

Aeftr, I sehmoow mgneaad to irgnoe my songnruurdis for the baekrs of ten muetins and pay attinoten to the lses boinrg cslea.s.s.

It was like tihs until tevlwe oo'clck. Lcunh break.

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