"Morning Mix-Up: Thumbs Up For Support"
TIME 6:30AM
As Shiriku arrived at the school, he found himself puzzled by the gathering crowd near the courtyard. Attempting to squeeze through, he soon realized it was futile as the mass of students blocked his path. Suddenly, a familiar voice pierced through the chatter, calling out his name with urgency.
"Shiriku!!!!" Sachi's voice echoed above the noise, drawing Shiriku's attention towards her amidst the crowd. She continued to shout, her voice gaining intensity, "Shiriku Kami!!!"
As the other students turned to notice Shiriku, their voices rose in excitement and admiration. "Oh my god, it's Shiriku Kami, brother of Shiroe Kami-senpai," they exclaimed, their admiration evident in their voices.
Approaching Shiriku eagerly, the other students bombarded him with questions, eager to engage with the popular figure. "Do you have a girlfriend?" one student inquired eagerly. Shiriku chuckled nervously, feeling the pressure of the attention directed towards him.
"No, I don't," he replied, his laughter betraying a hint of discomfort. Sensing his unease, another student piped up, offering a suggestion. "Are you interested in dating, Shiriku-kun? We're in the same grade," they suggested, their tone hopeful.
Feeling overwhelmed by the sudden attention, Shiriku chuckled nervously, unsure of how to respond. Before he could gather his thoughts, As Sachi's authoritative voice cut through the chatter, she began to navigate through the crowd with determination, her eyes fixed on Shiriku. Pushing her way through the throng of students, she finally reached Shiriku's side and firmly grasped his hand.
"Everyone, please make way," Sachi announced, her voice carrying an air of authority as she addressed the surrounding students. "I'm his girlfriend, so please," she added confidently, her grip on Shiriku's hand tightening slightly.
Shiriku's confusion was evident as he felt his ear turning red with embarrassment. "What the heck are you saying?" he protested, his voice tinged with incredulity at Sachi's unexpected declaration.
"Go along with it," Sachi urged him quietly, her tone firm yet reassuring. With a determined tug, she began to lead Shiriku through the crowd, guiding him towards the front where they could get a clear view of Fuyumi and Satoru.
"Let's go, Shiriku. Let's watch Fuyumi," Sachi whispered, her voice filled with a sense of urgency. Shiriku's confusion only deepened at her cryptic statement. "Watch Fuyumi? What do you mean?" he questioned, his brow furrowing in confusion.
Nevertheless, Shiriku allowed himself to be led by Sachi through the crowd, their path clearing as they approached the front. Finally, they reached a vantage point where they could see Fuyumi and Satoru clearly amidst the bustling courtyard.
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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, Fuyumi noticed Shiriku among the crowd her expression softening slightly at the sight of her friend when she notices his hand giving her a thumbs up in a gesture of support, she couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation. "Shiriku, why are you giving me a thumbs up when a guy is trying to ask me out?" she mused to herself, her expression tinged with annoyance.
Turning her attention back to Hikigaya Satoru, Fuyumi decided to play along with the charade. "Give me your phone. I'll give you my contact information," she instructed, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.
Satoru's reaction was a mix of shock and delight, his eyes lighting up with excitement at the unexpected turn of events. The surrounding students, however, were left bewildered by Fuyumi's sudden change of heart, considering she had already rejected Satoru moments ago.
As Fuyumi began to input her contact information into Satoru's phone, a mischievous smirk played across her lips as she glanced in the direction of Shiriku and Sachi. To her surprise, she noticed Shiriku's thumbs up gesture had evolved from just his right hand to both hands.
Her amusement quickly turned to disbelief as she realized Shiriku's true intentions. "Are you for real right now, Shiriku?" she muttered to herself, her tone laced with incredulity. "You even look happier when I try to make it look like I'm giving this senpai a chance, when I literally did that to see your reaction change from being supportive to discouraged," she thought, shaking her head in disbelief.
Suddenly, Satoru's voice broke through her thoughts, pulling her attention back to the present. "Ahh... Fuyumi-chan, why did you stop?" he inquired, his tone filled with confusion and curiosity. Fuyumi, caught off guard by his question, quickly composed herself and continued inputting her contact information into his phone.
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Fuyumi then looked at Satoru, her expression resolute as she swiftly deleted her contact information from his phone. Without a word, she handed the phone back to him, her actions speaking volumes as she conveyed her decision.
Fuyumi's decisive actions left Satoru in a state of confusion, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground as she walked away. With a determined expression, Fuyumi glanced towards the third-year building, where her sister stood, silently approving of her decision. Her sister nodded in acknowledgment before disappearing into her classroom.
Meanwhile, Shiroe blew a whistle, breaking the tension with a lighthearted comment. "Well, that was a good way to start the day, haha," he remarked, a smile playing on his lips as he watched the events unfold.
His friend couldn't help but comment on the unfortunate turn of events for Satoru. "Sucks to be that guy, huh?" he remarked, a hint of sympathy in his tone.
Shiroe smirked in agreement, acknowledging the awkward situation Satoru found himself in. "True," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Their conversation then turned to Fuyumi Shimizu, the focus of the morning's drama. "I wonder how our Shimizu here handles that kind of situation," Shiroe's friend mused, curiosity evident in his voice.
Shiroe laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "Nah... Our Shimizu doesn't have time for that kind of thing, she's in love with her studies," he remarked confidently.
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As Fuyumi approached Shiriku and Sachi, her demeanor was composed yet determined. "Shiriku, Sachi, let's go," she said firmly, her voice carrying a hint of resolve. Sachi beamed happily and took Fuyumi's left hand, standing beside her with an air of excitement.
Shiriku, however, seemed preoccupied, his gaze lingering on the fallen senpai who had been rejected moments earlier. "Oh, okay..." he muttered, his tone tinged with a mixture of sympathy and mild amusement.
Turning to Fuyumi, Shiriku couldn't help but voice his thoughts. "That was cold, Fuyumi. You even tricked him into thinking you would give him your number," he remarked, his tone reflecting his genuine concern.
Fuyumi met his gaze evenly, her expression unreadable. "I had to do that since I noticed some dense idiot in the crowd," she replied bluntly, her words laced with a hint of frustration.
Shiriku's confusion was evident as he processed her response. "Okay... Lol, good thing I'm not that guy. That would've been embarrassing for me," he remarked, a nervous chuckle escaping him as he attempted to lighten the mood.
Fuyumi couldn't help but bump him playfully, a fond smile tugging at the corners of her lips. As she did, a flurry of emotions washed over her, her thoughts swirling with a mixture of affection and exasperation. "Hyaaa... My dense Kami," she thought to herself, her heart fluttering with a sense of fondness for her oblivious friend.
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Meanwhile, at the same time, Fuyumi gazed towards the third-year building. Fuyumi approached Shiriku and Sachi, her demeanor was composed yet determined. "Shiriku, Sachi, let's go," she said firmly, her voice carrying a hint of resolve. Sachi beamed happily and took Fuyumi's left hand, standing beside her with an air of excitement.
Shiriku, however, seemed preoccupied, his gaze lingering on the fallen senpai who had been rejected moments earlier. "Oh, okay..." he muttered, his tone tinged with a mixture of sympathy and mild amusement.
Turning to Fuyumi, Shiriku couldn't help but voice his thoughts. "That was cold, Fuyumi. You even tricked him into thinking you would give him your number," he remarked, his tone reflecting his genuine concern.
Fuyumi met his gaze evenly, her expression unreadable. "I had to do that since I noticed some dense idiot in the crowd," she replied bluntly, her words laced with a hint of frustration.
Shiriku's confusion was evident as he processed her response. "Okay... Lol, good thing I'm not that guy. That would've been embarrassing for me," he remarked, a nervous chuckle escaping him as he attempted to lighten the mood.
Fuyumi couldn't help but bump him playfully, a fond smile tugging at the corners of her lips. As she did, a flurry of emotions washed over her, her thoughts swirling with a mixture of affection and exasperation. "Hyaaa... My dense Kami," she thought to herself, her heart fluttering with a sense of fondness for her oblivious friend.