Chapter 10

Heh. Sixty nine...

Kenji was cackling internally, looking at the midterm scores with a smirk. Everyone passed, naturally, with flying colors, in fact.

Those printed out midterm papers I gave out just made everything easier.

"Yeah! Man, this test was easier than I thought it would be! You're awsome Horikita!"

Kenji glanced to his right, smirking as Sudo, a tall red-haired boy gushed over how well the small, black-haired girl taught him.

Kenji chuckled, looking back to the front, which was suddenly obscured by a wall of red. Looking up, he spotted some of his classmates smiling down at him, some girls, some boys.

"Thank you, Kenji-kun, those tests helped us out a lot."

Hirata, the leader of a clique in the class smiled down at him, a hand on her hip, as Kei Karuizawa was standing next to him, practically clinging to the guy.

"Yeah, I don't think we could have gotten such high scores without you!"

As the other students joined in, pointing out the same damned thing. Resigning himself to listening to their bantering, a clear, melodic voice cut through the chatter.

"Ayanokoji!"

Kenji looked to the right, seeing Fūka, who was leaning against the doorframe, waving him over. In the corner of his eye, he spotted Kiyotaka looking at her too, but that confusion was understandable.

Standing up and putting his hands in his pockets, Kenji walked over with a raised eyebrow. She smirked at him, holding up a wrapped box.

Kenji looked down at it curiously.

"For you. Keep in touch okay?"

Grabbing the box and looking it over, his green eyes met her crimson orbs and smirked.

"I will, don't worry."

She chuckled, her delicate hand reaching out and patting his cheek a few times and she walked off.

Kenji watched her leave for a moment, showing no shame at all, and turned back to the silent classroom.

Walking back to his seat, he sat down, looking at the box and wondering if opening it right now was a good idea.

An arm was thrown around his neck and he held back the knee-jerk reaction to dislocate it on the spot, looking at Yamauchi who was red in the face, eyes tearing up as he held a hand up in some kind of gesture he could not name.

"Man! Teach me your ways! Please, Master!"

(Okay, what the actual fuck?)

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"Aren't you gonna open it?"

Kiyotaka asked, standing next to him as Kenji sat on the desk, he could see even Horikita paying attention, even though she was not watching, she was listening.

Sighing, Kenji reached inside his bag, took on the box wrapped in black wrapping paper, and grabbed one side as the bottom half slid down, revealing the box's contents.

Inside, in a picture frame, was the image of Him and Fūka, standing next to each other as Fikas hand was on his shoulder while holding a replica of a sniper rifle while Kenji was resting his hands on the butt of the M4A1 rifle that was hanging on his chest, both of them were in the tactical gear they wore on the day they went out to the Airsoft arena.

Picking up the picture and ignoring the nosy classmates who were trying to catch a peek, Kenji spotted a sticky note beneath the picture frame, a phone number written on it with a small heart...

Wait a second...

Did Fūka just publically claim him?

What did he get himself into?

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Kenji sat down on his bed, sighing in exasperation, the neverending questions got on his nerves today. Looking down at the bag, he sighed and reached into it, unzipping it and taking out the box again.

Opening it and putting the picture frame on the bedside table, he looked at it for a moment before smiling slightly. Taking out his phone, he saved the number written on the paper and sent a simple message: Thank you.