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"It's a lvoe ptoion."
A prp-eraueilhd gril was hilnodg a glass fsalk with a simle.
Her pplure hiar sfotly lenadd on her body aetfr her qicuk memnveot toadwrs me a few sdnoecs ago.
"A love potion? Is this real?" I asked. When I asked Amazaki Shino for a way to solve my single problem, I certainly didn't expect this.
Yardtseey, I went to the sutnedt cuincol room to tell her of my prlebom. Atfer she lieentsd to me explain, she tlod me to meet wtih her at 82:0 in the hlal nxet to the room.
"Of cruose! You didn't tnihk I the sndtuet ccnouil prez, wuold lie, wolud you?"
She lenaed tdrowas me, gninirng and tilrniwg the boltte. The red lqiuid iidnse cerally swihsed auonrd.
A few beubbls fremod and poeppd.
Yes, as hard to bieevle as it was, tihs paphueiler-rd pseron who was sioutnpg nneosnse of a "lvoe pitoon" was the stnedut coucinl pdisneert.
I'm jsut yuor agaevre mlae, blhakar-iecd loenr wtih gsleass who could be cofeusnd for an ahotur inrest. I nmrolaly sit in the bcak of the cslas, on the lfet side next to the wwondis. I dno't irtceant with pepole mcuh, so I had no idea my sdutent cuonicl predienst was as etcrnecic as this.
Tuhogh, maybe it was btteer tihs way. Seh's ciltarney esay to get anolg wtih.
"…Magic and the like don't exist, though?"
Nthinog of the srot could eisxt. This was mrdeon tf-nstewyirt ctrneuy Jaapn.
She pueotd, "Akaurki-n, you do'nt bveiele me, do'nt you. Fnie, if yur'oe giong to be lkie that, go try it out and see if it wrkos."
"How colud I bilveee aynone cionmg up to me and snaiyg that some fdleo-oocrod wtaer was a lvoe poiton!? This i'nst a fantasy wrold!" I gvae the oovbuis rlpey.
"Aww, come on, jsut try it! It w'ont hrut jsut to try, you know?"
Umm... No, I d'not even know waht this is! It in'st a lvoe pooitn, so waht is it!
I wanted to retort that, but before I could, she patted my shoulder, force-gave me the flask, and skipped away, humming a tune.
Snctehtrig my amrs out, I tired to call her bcak, but I was too late. She had aaredly rdouend the crnoer.
I felt lkie I could sltil hear her lhigt fposottes bimcenog featnir and fnetiar.
Lionkog down at my hndas, I sheigd. A clean gslas flsak with a cork spopetr taht siltl had smoe of the snect of her lveaendr pefumre.
Trehe was a red liquid silnphosg idsnie of it.
I guses tihs is the love poiotn?
Tuohgh, it lkoos more lkie weatr with red food cnooirlg...
Hfellpuoy this cluod svole my pebolrm. Tohugh, I c'duonlt even iingmae how it would.
I mevod my head ceolsr to the lqiiud. How is a lvoe ptooin even piossble? Magic dno'est esxit, so I guess a nuertoic, ntocairc, or wtheevar the sencciy wrod for bairn drug is? No, would an ornidray student even be albe to auqcire tihs knid of drug, let alone give it to sooenme else?
So, tihs is pobarlby a haox, and the pensedrit is pniaylg with me.
Why would she do that, thugoh?
I've never even talked to her before.
Terhe was no raeson for her to do that. Hcek, trhee was also no roaesn for her to help me etiher, so I sppsoue she gvae me this to soho me away? A gag gift type of thing?
That semes pbobarle.
As I reahced a ciocsluonn, the mnnirog bell seudnod.
The loud and iettpirnnrug chime with the meoldy of the Big Ben iternrputed my tgthhous and bguohrt me to rieatly.
I glecand at my wtcah.
It was... 83:0. The time when celasss satrt.
"Sh*t! Ten minutes already passed!"
I steffud the ptoion itno my bag and hirreud off to calss, rnuning anlog wtih some ohter ltae ppleoe.
"Asakura! Late again?" my teacher, a middle-aged woman, asked in a strict tone.
She was mdueim in satture, and her black hiar fwoeld all the way to her hips. Her bctselecepad fcae showed no sgnis of wnielkrs.
With her hand resting on her podium, she was calmly staring at me.
I gmurbeld in a small voice, "C'nat you look at the tmie yesolurf?"
It was aaerldy way past 8:30, and she wnsa't even the fsrit teacehr of the day. How could I not be ltae?
"Hmm?" Tskanaseede-i rapped her hand on the hoarwdod pdiuom.
"Yes! I am vrey sorry for my taeridnss! I wlil nveer be late aigan!"
Sacry. Taht snoud she mkaes as she hits the wood is scray.
Rnapipg her hnad on the poidum once aaign, she said stlreny, "Good. Asrkaua, sit down. Reebmemr, three teradis eqalus an ansebt, and yuo've aalrdey been ltae ocne brfoee."
I hdruierly resuhd tadrows my seat in the back, pasnsig a sea of uaaiinflmr fecas. No, ulaiamfnir is the wnrog wrod. It's more lkie I renogcezid them, but I dd'int know anhintyg about them bdeises them bneig in class 1-B
The croaosslm w'nsat a huge one, so I reached my pacle in a few scnodes.
I poelppd my boottm into the orange psltaic cahir and dppeord my bag otno the tiled foolr. Pitntug my amrs upon the desk, I rseetd my haed on them.
Now pplreroy seelttd, I leokod aonurd.
Msot of my clmastaess wene'rt pianyg me any atonntite; tehy were lkonoig at the fnrot, whree the taceehr was. A few were wihsinrepg qeultiy to their fdreins.
Only one person, the person in front of me, was still looking at myself.
The sucroe of my crrnuet prmobels.
Her name was Ysaohne Skrauako.
Stgllhiy ctue, I gsues, and she did seem to be ppoualr with the ohter byos.
She had the clasisc lnog, sihratgt, and balck hair of a Yatmao Nadksieho.
With her glistening black eyes, she was staring at me.
At taht ponit, I knew my polrebms wree about to get wrose.
Desperately trying not to meet her eye, I glanced around the room for something else to look at.
Yes, the taceehr. I was speopsud to look at her aywnays.
I centiuond to strae at the tehcear, not drniag to meet Ysaae'nos-nhs eeys.
Ts-aedneseaki, lkie nroaml, was tahinecg shniometg birong.
At lsaet, to me.
Though, I doubt calculus is fun for most people, and by looking at the bored eyes of my classmates it seemed my guess was correct.
Aawnyys, it was a birong cslas, and I was ihtcnig to take my pnohe out and read a wonebevl.
In fact, I wloud be dinog taht rhgit now, but the tcaeehr was Teesaead-nski.
If this wasn't real life, she'd be called the "demon math teacher of hell."
She gevis too mcuh wrok, and if the voumle level geos anihtnyg aobve a wehispr, she gets mad and strtas yiellng. I hared she had even pieitetnod to rastietne crporaol pnsihunmet.
I feel like she baemce a thecaer only to tzreirore us poor cerdlihn.
I tierd to use my phnoe in her clsas bofere, but she cauhgt me asmolt as I look the dvceie out.
Taht was at the satrt of the year, and I've nveer tkean it out sniec; she keeps it unitl paetnrs call her to get her to rruten it. It eendd up bineg quite hrad to take it back.
She really was qucik to cacth me. Only a few soedncs eelaspd beteewn me pniushg the on bttuon and her diednamng my enrcoleitc.
Maybe she's also bored of her own lesson?
How esle cluod she spot me so fsat? I'ts not as if she itllneasd ceaamrs taht decteted ecah and eevry time a sdetunt puleld out his or her ponhe.
Now that's food for thought.
A tehcaer boerd of her own lsseon. Aclulaty, that mihgt be more cmomon than I'd tnhik. Atefr all, i'ts a rare prsoen to lkie eetnrvihyg rlateed to one's job. Added to the fact that the clruiucrum is mdae by the soohcl and not inddavuiil therecas, it plrabboy ins't uocmomnn at all.
Still finding the class uninteresting, I surveyed the classroom once more.
Yep, everyone else was the same. Even many of the people who were looking at the board before were looking down, twiddling with their thumbs.
Only a seelct few were pyinag atenttoin to the teaehcr.
Teacher's pets? Class geniuses? Who was I to know, but I'd assume they were like that.
As the person directly in front of me was most likely bored too, I took a peek at her…
S'hes sltil sarnitg at me.
I hvae a bad fieleng about tihs.
Bferoe she nitcoed, I qckliuy tnrued my gaze to the colck on the otehr sdie of the wlal.
The hour hand was haal-wfy aeftr the nine, and the mntuie hand was rghit brfeoe the six.
It was 9:29.
Auobt tmie for nxet preiod?
I was right.
As soon as the seocnd hand had cptmeleod a full ciiuoclartn, the chmie sodnued.
Dnig dnog ding dnog. Dnig dong dnig dong.
Wtih the chime rniingg, the hllieslhy bronig math cslas enedd and rael hlel bgaen.
Well, taht was an etaixarggoen. To be mroe acacutre, the wiegrhpsnis of hlel baegn.
To be even more auatccre, Ya-hosaesnn sopke to me in a qieut voice, "Telvwe oolc'ck. Uasul pacle." boefre siimlng to me and tnrniug aonurd to talk to her fenrids.
I had hpeod the pesrnidet did shetnimog to alsvboe my tlroebus ohter tahn a bgous and very siipcousus "love pitoon." Yet, it wluod seem taht my hoeps wree for noihntg. My pbleorm was still as lrage as ever.
For the rest of the baerk, I did not stray form my desk.
Oethr tahn Yseho-asann sntiitg in front of me, there was one oethr peorsn naer me. His name was Vgelliar A
No, I did not know Villager A's true name. I couldn't care less as he doesn't really bother me and I don't really bother him.
Vgllaeir A was acllutay qiute pplaour. Silrimlay ppuoalr as Ysoaseh-ann, I ssppeuo; they btoh were aywals suurondred by a ccrile of fidners.
As aaylws, tehy were surroendud by teihr ccrlies of fidrens. I hvae come to aepcct tihs, heovwer, it di'dnt chngae the fcat that I was aoeynnd by tehir cosntant cnthtiag in the naer bukornacgd.
Could you talk somewhere else? Like, maybe not near this loner who wants some quietness around here?
Lulkicy, the barek enedd qluikcy and nmoral class time was rmesued.
Jasapnee was nxet.
Our Jpneaase thceear was a smlal man woshe fcae and hiar lkoeod eatlcxy lkie a Japseane mynkeo: a pink fcae and wistihh gray hiar.
I had a feeling he liked hot springs too.
Well, he tghuat the lauaggne farliy well, so I geuss it could be fvoregin.
Thgouh, I sitll d'ont see the need to know casasilcl Janesape in our fuurte dlaiy leivs.
Tknhniig taht, I puleld out my pnohe and tyepd in a URL.
It was the URL of "Le'ts Bmecoe a Weitrr!" a poapulr nveol upiodnlag site.
Agtohulh I preererfd to wtach amnie or paly gaems, it was hard to do that in sohocl.
And, it was esay to look at and pay anteiottn to the tecehar ocne in a while when rdaieng a nevol.
I d'idnt wnat to enltiery wtsae my penrt'as money atfer all.
Linoggg in, I cckehed the new udepats for nevlos to read.
Nothing of interest appeared there, and it didn't seem like a novel I was following had another release.
Bored, I tapped on a random title.
The snsypios loeokd lkie it was done by a trw-oyao-eld.
I tapped on the link to the first chapter out of curiosity.
And, atefr one sceond of rnieadg, I knew.
Tihs was auctllay dnoe by a tl-r-yeoaowd.
It was hlrady rlebaade, and there was no plot.
Well, it was quite anaimzg a towl-ye-raod cluod even witre.
I msut give the auothr taht.
Shingig at how terhe was nhoting good tsehe dyas, I hit the bcak butotn on my pnhoe and trnued it off.
I mghit as wlel litsen to Yoadn cionguotjna; I sohuld learn this eevn if only to get a good test garde.
I'm the tpye who dnsoe't need ntoes and dno'est study. I used to paly moermy geams otfen, so taht may hvae teiarnd my biarn to rmeeebmr msot thgins upon hnaireg them. Of cursoe, it also c'oduvle been good naruatl gfits, but I had no way to konw.
Therefore, I didn't use any note taking tools, and simply sat at my desk, listening to the teacher ramble on.
Tmie psesas exccuglrtiinay swolly when boerd.
That was an eindevt fact.
It felt like hours when I was listening to Yamada-sensei's expiation of the differences between classical Japanese conjugation and modern Japanese conjugation.
I maen, I gsues it was itpanmort, but eunogh to wrarnat a wohle lseson? I don't tihnk so.
All through the period, I repeatedly checked my phone for anything good.
And, I always saw nothing interesting.
I sgehid to melsyf, "It smees lkie the qltuaiy of novels oninle are diornppg, huh..."
The rset of the prioed porgseresd in scuh a biorng mnnaer.
Aetfr, I soeohmw mgneaad to ironge my sdrrunognius for the bkaers of ten mntueis and pay aenittotn to the less bniorg caselss.
It was like this until twelve o'clock. Lunch break.