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. “Chiyo-chan, I need your help!” A scarcely taller almond-haired boy bows before her. “Wait..WHAT?!” Chiyo’s eyes widen in skepticism, she had a million questions scrambling in her head. ‘Who is this guy?’ , ‘What does he want from me?’ , ‘Why not ask someone else?’. “Look, I know you don't know me. I'm in the same class as you, 2-B. My name is Yukio Hanamake, I don't talk to many girls and, you're the one who I sit across from so I decided to ask you.” The man lifted his head. “Sure, tell me what you need!” Chiyo hums, helping anyone in a need is the best reward for the orange-toned girl. “Please, be my girlfriend for a week!..please?” The taller stared, The boy looked slightly miserable. And, like a certain red-haired boy she couldn't say no, this time.
“Why do you want me to be your girlfriend?” the girl, asked in a mixture of confusion and a surprised manner. “Uh well.., I want my crush to be jealous!” He adverted his eyes, blushing furiously while doing so. Looking uneasy as he does now, he for sure hasn't notified anyone yet. The artist looks up to see the man directly in the eyes. “Sure?” She felt confused about her own words, and the boy admittedly started hugging her. But, there was a single problem carving at her. ‘WHAT IS SHE GOING TO TELL NOZAKI?!’
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“Yup, aha..” sweat droplets constructed on the female's forehead, trying her best to maintain a small smile. “I thought you liked N-” Seo picks her nose with a careless look on her face, the usual expression she has when not on the court, hitting boy left and right with her basketball. A hand quickly slapped on her mouth though, when she heard a familiar voice come up behind her.
“A-Ah, hi Nozaki!” Chiyo waves in misery, trying to lighten up the mood, her hand still on the seaweed-headed girl's mouth. When she feels a lick on the palm of her hand, Chiyo quickly jolts. “Seo!” Choyo exclaimed, Seo just smirked in return. “I was wondering, if you’d come to my place to help me out for a bit, it's not going to take lo-” Suddenly a male voice cut of Nozaki’s in an instant, the boy's steps came chattering through the halls, causing attention to a few students. “Chiyo! I was thinking-“ it was Yokio! God, the worst person she’d want to see right now. The brown-haired man shuts up, figuring out it was the wrong place and the wrong time. But, that didn't stop him from saying what he wanted. “Chiyo! Let's go on a date, y’know as a couple!”
“I- Nozaki, “ Chiyo got cut off by the taller’s voice. “It's fine if you want to have a break from our hangouts, I'm not forcing you to come.” Nozaki’s face was apathetic, his eyes looked pitch black like always. Was Chiyo just needed for his manga? Was there anything else? Chiyo released for her jittery expression to meet it with a slightly sad one. “Sure, let's go Yokio.” She slightly smiled, covering her jumbled-up emotions of this happening.