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You are no one. Without any doubt, indeed and positively. An ordinary human in the background story of the main character who is the main centre of the people or students in the school. You have an ordinary life, an ordinary family consisting of a father and a mother, a little brother still in his middle school close.
Imagine you're in the rpg genre and playing the part as the npc. Okay, in case for never heard that, it stands for non player character and the one repeats the same act every time the game starts.
Back to the main site.
Because what? You are really just a no one but yourself, a real, really none but just a typical, regular student attending to her school everyday to learn and socialize with other human beings, gain good scores and join the school clubs activities beside earning more acquaintances and comrades for the school projects. Or; have a love interest just like how the normal students did, have a tiny crush on someone.
Your instinct keeps kicking you in and framing in the back of your head. Insisting you're just simply a common student in the background who supposedly remains under control without interrupting any commotion or an extra out of ordinary event has occurred in your surroundings.
Because you are not obliged to be the centre of the main attraction among people.
You hate attention. Not because you're a npc, but you fear it.
The place you are having now was the most relieved and secure for you. The most pleasurable and sheltered state you had been receiving since the first moment you step in your first year of highschool has passed successfully in a peace of no war.
Oh how much you miss that youth day with your normal friends without attracting any enemies or your nice guardian and teachers. You can say it was one of the good memories you have since it. No problems, no famous or main centre of main characters who hold the title of powerful aura of attracting other people to notice your being.
You are absolutely living the moment to the fullest.
Back to the present after dragging the long ass narrating, you are standing.
Once again I repeat, you hate attention.
And you are contrasting your own fear right now. Not because you have changed now as a different person, you still the old self hate attention.
It is because of one person.
Sakamoto.
Just a single of four syllables if someone has to pronounce his name would trigger the whole school… or maybe not just in the school.
And the most practically the person you deadly must avoid from.
Reason? Obviously, he is the main character in this school, why should you have to be associated with this centerpiece?
Moreover, here we are, standing opposite to each other, facing respectively with the flaming vibrant of the beams piercing through back from the delicious white cotton candy cloud in the blue sky. Oh what a wonderful weather today, in the quiet beautiful fine evening after the bell ringing at the end of school clock.
For other people, it is.
But that's far highway road to be closely relevant to yourself.
For what did this young man do to you now, attracting and pulling all the eyes bugged out from their original sockets and sketching each of them. Especially the girls, the most astonished dumbfounded look on them, is truly the stuff you don't grasp work in the functional gear rotate in your mind.
This guy.
This damn hell guy.
You swear you just wanted so badly to dig a sixty meter in the ground and secrete to the deepest part of this planet.
Malfunctioning, the noisy beep of a computer breaking down while doing their work and suddenly the screen turning blue, producing bloody hell disturbing screeches is what your mind is doing right now.
Oh divinity.
The eager sense needs to vanish right now. That strawberry boy should be glad he has the capability to disappear wherever he wants to.
And the said person sneezed some place out of the blue in his school.
Don't mention my name in unrelatable story, woman.
Sorry, Kusuo.
As for now, lips sealed close tightly. Heart bounce in irregular beat, hand sweating buckets while your eyes flickering in some amount of incessantly.
"I-is this laughable for your being, making a joke to a person like me?"
"I am conscious enough to comprehend my action and my honest acknowledgement I did to you."
"And you expecting me to return by any means for your con…fession?" Or interrogation? Heaven, donno which term should I say.
"It depends on the option the other party holds whether they respond to a positive or negative impact. I am just stating the fact that I have this peculiar solicitude I had on you since the day you were the only one who noticed and vocalized my mistake while the others praising me otherwise."
Is this guy serious??? Don't said that it was that time I ordered the burger and it should be beef, not–
"Because of my mistakes the burger you ordered should be beef and not fish for the reason you are allergic to seafood. The fact I were almost almost rub out your precious life because of my fault overlooking the matter. I truly apologize. ”
"Sakamoto-kun, like I said before, it's not your fault–"
"You're the first person I have interest in to look forward even more beside your dull personality and normal behaviour you have. Plus your nice and well being nature comforts the people around you along the peaceful calm every time you are present. Pardon my lack of conveying what occuring in my cool head, in contrast, you pick my worship to adore you in a different perspective of desire."
Okay, he sounds kind of stalkerish now.
"Therefore, your feedback will do a big favor for me as another party who detained this strange but pleasant phenomenon lingering on me for the first. Perhaps the courting stage is what we're going to do if you return the feeling as well. Is this how people acknowledge it as 'has a crush on someone' feelings? One thing I have been thinking and nailing in my head, I can’t control my thoughts of your pure grace chimed from your delicate face."
What a diabetes sweet mouth he has. For sure, someone did stain those verses in his innocent cool head.
Body waver tremendously in the backyard of the school building. Witnessed by many girls with growling, no more different as the wolves hunting for the flesh fresh meat is how it would appear in your vision. You hastily whip back to the tall dark-haired male students, patiently waiting for your reply.
Obviously, rejection is the best and only option you will choose because you don't want any dead attention that you fear the most or related to this main lead of the gossip in the school, behind him there's a train line of females swooning and worshiping him like a kind of Lord of Coolest.
Oh Divinity, I just wanna go home and play rpg with Kusuo– Ah! Sorry again, Kusuo.
Feelings are mutual. This persistence classmates really didn't have 'give up' words or 'common sense' in their vocabulary.
So… em can you do me a favor here–
Finish it yourself.
Damn it, you curse yourself and regret your seeking for his help.
Braving yourself to counterback his words, gulping down the saliva, even the throat slowly tense, massive lump stuck inside and you are rigidly trying to coherent a decent word so it would lessen the negative effect on the opposite person.
You drew a long inhale, eventually exhaled, you spoke. "Listen, Sakamoto. As you know yourself, we barely know each other and the amount of communication between us is remotely just a conversation as a student, no more than that… or as a human being who needs to socialize in the community for the least contribution for our life circle."
I'm starting to spit nonsense right now, thank you so much nervous-san, you are really coming in handy at this time.
"For your disclosure, I…" the tense rises, you can even sense the ghostly aura vibrance around your state coming from the people. This is why I hate attention. You muttered silently, as for the next words, you have decided solemnly without any doubt.
"I'm sorry. I'm not really interested in courting anyone for the time being. You should consider it again and choose someone else. They might– no, they will do better than myself. I am no more than an ordinary human being and I love peace. Sorry again, Sakamoto-kun."
You lowered your head, bowed for courtesy. You speed to the opposite way. Leaving the emotionless young man stood there alone and another shocked expression showed by the witnesses. They were contemplating having mixed feelings after catching the sight of the rejected male, obediently still yet to leave.
There's some of them cheering for your decision to deny his feelings for you and there's another division who sympathized on him after you rejected his honest feelings.
You would be lying to yourself if you did not have any glimpse of guilt feelings lingering deep in your side. Those unfazed minds only state your thoughts about him. Rather than hurting and giving him fake feedback, a painful truth is the best option even for the sequence is quite harsher.
For the first time ever, the cool, cooler and coolest young male who has the most perfect image on the people and the student in his school impaled in their head, stained a dark dot in the white canvas.
You are that one dark dot.
You swear it is the most unquestionable response and feedback that also did a good choice for the others too to still remain a tiny hope for the most good looking male students ever.
Is it fair enough for others, who stood with so much effort to gain attention or affection from the young man named Sakamoto while you did nothing but to live a normal life without seeking any attention from anybody?
Surely, that was what your mind thought first.
Was.
Never did you know, a rejection is not enough for you to not be noticed by the females crow to caw and chant a curse upon you in the next day after the confession incident between you and Sakamoto.
Whatever reply coming from your mouth will never satisfy the Sakamoto's cult and you are regretting it ever since then.
Thank you for that, your peaceful day has been revoked reluctantly, snatched from your life.