"Fuyumi Shimizu: A Cold Rejection"
Shiriku stirred from his slumber, the morning light filtering through his window casting a soft glow across his room. With a yawn, he stretched his arms and slowly rose from his bed, the events of the day ahead already weighing on his mind.
As he made his way downstairs, the aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, enticing his senses. His mother was already bustling about the kitchen, preparing a hearty meal to start the day. "Good morning, Mom," Shiriku greeted her with a warm smile, his voice still tinged with sleepiness.
His mother turned from the stove with a gentle smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she returned his greeting. "Good morning, Shiriku. Did you sleep well?" she inquired, her tone filled with motherly concern.
Shiriku nodded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Yeah, I did. Um, Mom, do you know where Shiroe is?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
His mother paused for a moment, her brow furrowing in thought. "Shiroe left early this morning. He mentioned something about needing to finish a project at school," she explained, her voice carrying a hint of concern.
Shiriku's eyes widened in surprise at the news. "Oh, okay," he murmured, mentally noting to catch up with Shiroe later about his project.
His mother, ever the attentive caretaker, gently reminded him, "You should go take a shower before breakfast, dear. And be quick about it, your father is waiting for you."
Shiriku nodded in understanding, but a hint of confusion lingered in his expression. "Wait, Dad is still going to drive me to school after dropping off Shiroe?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
His mother chuckled softly, a fond smile playing on her lips. "Yes, dear. Your father doesn't have a busy schedule today, so he can make two rounds to drop you both off," she explained, her tone reassuring.
Shiriku's eyes lit up with understanding as he processed his mother's words. "Oh, I see. Thanks, Mom," he said with a nod, grateful for the clarification.
With a pat on his shoulder, his mother ushered him towards the staircase. "Now go on, dear. Don't keep your father waiting," she urged him gently.
Shiriku nodded once more, a sense of determination settling over him as he made his way to the bathroom. Today was shaping up to be an eventful day,
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. TIME 6:30AM
The morning sun cast a golden hue over the Academy de Institute Z.C, illuminating the bustling courtyard below. Students milled about, their voices mingling in the crisp morning air as they prepared for another day of classes.
"Yo, Shiroe, look down there," Shiroe's classmate nudged him, pointing towards the commotion below. Shiroe turned to follow his friend's gaze, a curious grin spreading across his face.
"Ehhh~ it looks like a confession is about to happen," Shiroe remarked, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his thigh. His friend nodded in agreement, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
"You're right, but it's not just a normal confession. That girl, isn't she the little sister of our Shimizu in class?" his friend observed, his eyes narrowing in recognition. Shiroe's grin widened at the revelation.
"You're right. I wonder how our Shimizu would react if she sees this," Shiroe pondered aloud, his voice tinged with mischief. His friend chuckled, sharing in Shiroe's amusement.
As they watched the scene unfold below, Shiroe's friend nudged him again, this time more urgently. "Hey, Shiroe, look," he urged, tugging at Shiroe's shirt sleeve. Shiroe swatted his friend's hand away, irritation flickering across his features.
"Stop pulling my shirt, bro. You can just poke my shoulder," Shiroe scolded, annoyance lacing his words. His friend chuckled at Shiroe's reaction, but quickly directed his attention back to the unfolding drama below.
"Well, speak of the devil," Shiroe remarked, his grin returning as he caught sight of Kujou Shimizu approaching them. Kujou Shimizu's presence interrupted their conversation, adding a new dynamic to the already charged atmosphere.
"Not today, Shiroe Kami," Kujou Shimizu retorted, her tone firm yet tinged with amusement. Shiroe chuckled at her playful response, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes.
"I know, I know. You need to study. But look down there," Shiroe persisted, gesturing towards the scene below. Kujou Shimizu shook her head, dismissing his antics with a wave of her hand.
"No, I don't have time for your silly antics," she replied, her tone laced with mock exasperation. Shiroe shrugged nonchalantly, accepting her refusal with a shrug.
"Okay, if you say so. I was just gonna tell you that your sister, Little Shimizu, is down there getting a confession from a second-year," Shiroe informed her casually, his gaze drifting back to the unfolding drama below.
Intrigued, Kujou Shimizu stepped closer to Shiroe and his friend, peering down at the scene below. A small crowd had gathered around Fuyumi and the second-year boy, their voices buzzing with excitement
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.TIME 6:30 AM
In the bustling school courtyard, whispers and murmurs rippled through the air as students observed the unfolding scene with keen interest.
"Ehh... Isn't that Satoru senpai?" one student whispered to their companion, their eyes flicking towards the figure of Satoru as he approached Fuyumi Shimizu. The other student nodded in acknowledgment, their gaze fixed on the charismatic second-year student.
"It is, but isn't he also the most popular boy among the girls in 2nd year?" the second student replied, their voice tinged with a hint of admiration. The first student nodded in agreement, acknowledging Satoru's widespread popularity.
"Well... only in 2nd year though, since we still have Shiroe senpai from the third year. But still, Satoru senpai is popular and handsome," the first student remarked, their tone reflecting a mixture of envy and admiration. Meanwhile, Satoru stood poised in his formal uniform, his black necktie contrasting sharply against the crisp white shirt.
As he held the bouquet in his hand, a confident smirk played across Satoru's lips as he contemplated his next move. "Heh, being the most popular and handsome boy among my peers in 2nd year is clearly a win-win for me. Now, Fuyumi Shimizu from the 1st year, let's see if you can resist my charms," he thought to himself, a glint of determination shining in his eyes.
Meanwhile, the other students in the courtyard couldn't contain their excitement as they witnessed the scene unfolding before them.
"Kyaa!! It's Fuyumi Shimizu-sama!" one student exclaimed, their voice tinged with awe as they caught sight of Fuyumi standing before Satoru. The other students nearby joined in, their voices rising in excitement as they observed the exchange between the two students.
"Looks like the ice princess is getting a confession from Satoru-senpai," another student remarked, their tone filled with anticipation. The mention of Satoru's wealth and good looks only added to the intrigue surrounding the encounter.
"Well, Satoru-senpai does have the look and the money," another student chimed in, their voice tinged with admiration.
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Amidst the bustling courtyard, Fuyumi's mind buzzed with a mixture of annoyance and confusion as she observed Satoru's approach. "Who is this plain-looking guy?" she wondered to herself, her brows furrowing in mild irritation. However, as her gaze fell upon his tie, she offered a polite greeting. "Good morning, senpai," she said, her tone neutral yet polite.
Satoru, with an air of confidence, introduced himself in a self-assured manner. "Yeah yeah, good morning, Fuyumi Shimizu. My name is Hikigaya Satoru. I'm the most popular boy in the 2nd year," he began, his voice carrying a hint of pride. "I was wondering... will you give me the permission to court you and maybe have lunch together?" he asked, extending the bouquet towards her as a gesture of goodwill.
Fuyumi couldn't help but let out a stifled laugh at his audacious request, but she quickly composed herself, adopting her usual serious and cold demeanor. "No thanks, senpai," she replied curtly, her rejection hanging in the air like an icy chill. The atmosphere around them seemed to reflect the sudden shift, palpable with the tension of Fuyumi's firm refusal.
Satoru, visibly taken aback by Fuyumi's rejection, was left speechless, his expression betraying his deep shock. Nearby students couldn't help but comment on the scene unfolding before them, expressing their surprise at Fuyumi's resolute rejection.
"Sheesh, it looks like even if you're one of the popular and rich guys from the school, you still won't get a beauty like Fuyumi Shimizu," one student remarked, their tone filled with a mixture of awe and amusement. Another student chimed in with a triumphant declaration. "Boom, shutdown!"
Undeterred by Fuyumi's rejection, Satoru made a desperate plea, kneeling before her as he extended his bouquet. "At-at least accept my bouquet or give me your number," he implored, his voice tinged with nervousness.
Fuyumi, unmoved by his display, turned to face him with a stern expression. "Senpai, was your moving up from first year to second year just luck or are you plain stupid?" she retorted, her tone cutting and decisive. Satoru, taken aback by her blunt response, could only stammer incoherently in response.
Crossing her arms in front of her, Fuyumi delivered her final verdict. "I have no interest in dating you, so please insert that into your brain," she declared firmly, her gaze unwavering as she dismissed Satoru's advances. As she turned to leave, she caught sight of Shiriku amidst the crowd, her expression softening slightly at the sight of her friend when she notices his hand and felt ticked off.