'[Last name]-san, detention!' The walrus standing at the front of the classroom barked loudly, prompting other students to snicker quietly as you jumped to your feet with defiance.
'But sir,' You began loudly—loudly enough for the teacher to hear you from your position at the back of the class. 'I didn't do anything wrong.'
His already plump chest began to swell with rage, his large moustache bristling like some kind of mutant caterpillar as all the blood rushed to his face, giving him a strange purple glow.
'Miss [last name]!' He bellowed, and every student in the class instinctively leant back a fraction as saliva projectiles shot out from beneath his bristly caterpillar-moustache. 'You have been consistently disturbing my class for the past forty-seven minutes! If you do not sit down this instant—' He hissed loudly, and a small cloud of spit sprayed from his lips. 'I will send you str
You didn’t understand how one day, two people decided that hanging around you would be their idea of a good time. And not just any people mind you, but the aces of the Yosen basketball team.
Not to mention that one of them is extremely popular with the female population. That, in itself, make for quite a bit of a scene in your seemingly normal life.
Like this one incident for instance.
“Ne~ _____-chin~ let’s go have lunch together~!” Murasakibara was by the door to your class, blocking the entrance as per usual (you have a feeling he didn’t realize this and if he did, he didn’t care one bit), and looking at you expectantly.
“Okay,” you replied, getting your lunchbox and coming over to his side. You failed to notice the pleased sound h