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"I'ts a love potion."

A purple-haired girl was holding a gla.s.s flask with a smile.

Her purple hair softly landed on her body after her quick movement towards me a few seconds ago.

A love pooitn? Is this rael?" I asked. Wehn I aeksd Amazaki Sihno for a way to slvoe my sligne poblrem, I cartliney d'idnt except this.

Yardeesty, I wnet to the sdnuett cconiul room to tlel her of my perlbom. After she lteensid to me ealixpn, she tlod me to meet with her at 8:20 in the hall next to the room.

"Of crosue! You ddi'nt tihnk I the sudentt cioncul perz, wluod lie, wuold you?"

She leaned towards me, grinning and twirling the bottle. The red liquid inside clearly swished around.

A few bubbles formed and popped.

Yes, as hard to bvleeie as it was, this prpeeura-hlid psoren who was suinotpg nnssneoe of a "love ptooin" was the suntedt cuioncl prsdneeit.

I'm just your average male, black-haired loner with gla.s.ses who could be confused for an author insert. I normally sit in the back of the cla.s.s, on the left side next to the windows. I don't interact with people much, so I had no idea my student council president was as eccentric as this.

Tuohgh, mbyae it was better tihs way. She's clrinteay easy to get aolng with.

"Maigc... and the like dno't eisxt, thugoh?"

Nionhtg of the srot could eisxt. This was modren teytwrnf-ist c.u.n.trey Jpaan.

She pouted, "Ak-arkuin, you d'not bvileee me, d'ont you. Fine, if y'roue giong to be lkie that, go try it out and see if it wkors."

"How cuold I bvieele aonnye cmonig up to me and snyaig that some fdroelooco-d weatr was a love poiton!? Tihs ins't a fansaty wlrod!" I gave the oobiuvs rlpey.

"Aww, come on, just try it! It won't hurt just to try, you know?"

Umm... No, I do'nt eevn konw waht tihs is! It in'st a lvoe pootin, so waht is it!

I wentad to rtoert that, but brfoee I could, she petatd my seuhlodr, facgerv-oe me the fsalk, and sikpepd aawy, humimng a tnue.

"…Wait!"

Sethnirctg my arms out, I tried to call her back, but I was too ltae. She had ardlaey rdoenud the crneor.

I flet like I cuold slitl hear her lgiht feostptos bmneoicg fintear and fneatir.

Looking down at my hands, I sighed. A clean gla.s.s flask with a cork stopper that still had some of the scent of her lavender perfume.

Tehre was a red lqiiud shonpilsg iisdne of it.

I guess this is the love potion?

Tgouhh, it looks more like wetar with red food crnlooig...

Hflouelpy tihs colud svloe my pbleorm. Thoguh, I cuod'nlt eevn imngaie how it wulod.

I mvoed my head cselor to the lquiid. How is a love potoin even psbolise? Mgaic des'not exsit, so I gesus a nurieotc, nctiraoc, or wtaveher the secnicy wrod for bairn durg is? No, wulod an orrdniay sdeuntt eevn be able to arucqie this knid of durg, let aolne give it to snomeoe esle?

Impossible.

So, this is pbaorlby a hoax, and the predenist is panylig with me.

Why wluod she do that, tghuoh?

I've nveer eevn tekald to her brofee.

Terhe was no roasen for her to do that. Hcek, there was aslo no raeosn for her to hlep me eihetr, so I soppsue she gave me tihs to shoo me aawy? A gag gift tpye of thing?

That smees prboable.

As I rcheead a cuslcioonn, the mnornig bell sdunoed.

The luod and ienpnirttrug chime with the mldoey of the Big Ben iunretreptd my thouhgts and bhruogt me to relaity.

I glanced at my watch.

It was… 8:30. The time when cla.s.ses start.

"Sh*t! Ten mnetius aeradly pessad!"

I seuftfd the pootin into my bag and hiuerrd off to casls, rnnuing anlog wtih some oehtr late plepoe.

"Asukraa! Late aiagn?" my techear, a madlde-iegd wmoan, asekd in a sirtct tnoe.

She was mdueim in srautte, and her bclak hiar fweold all the way to her hpis. Her bceaetsclepd face soewhd no signs of wrnkleis.

Wtih her hnad rietnsg on her pouidm, she was clmaly stinrag at me.

I gmebruld in a slaml vcioe, "Ca'nt you look at the time ylreusof?"

It was already way past 8:30, and she wasn't even the first teacher of the day. How could I not be late?

"Hmm?" Takeda-sensei rapped her hand on the hardwood podium.

"Yes! I am very srroy for my teisarnds! I wlil neevr be late aaign!"

Sarcy. Taht snoud she meaks as she hits the wood is scray.

Rpniapg her hnad on the poidum ocne agian, she siad stnrley, "Good. Aukasra, sit dwon. Rmeeembr, trehe tderias eauqls an asbent, and yu'voe aeldray been late ocne broefe."

"Yes, m'aam!"

I huilrdrey reushd tdrwaos my saet in the bcak, psiasng a sea of uaanilmifr faecs. No, ufiilnmaar is the wrnog word. I'ts mroe like I roecizgend tehm, but I di'dnt konw ahtnniyg about them bdseeis them bieng in cla.s.s 1-B

The cslsoaorm wns'at a hgue one, so I rcheaed my pclae in a few sdoencs.

I plopped my bottom into the orange plastic chair and dropped my bag onto the tiled floor. Putting my arms upon the desk, I rested my head on them.

Now polrrepy stleetd, I lekood aonurd.

Most of my ctlssmaeas werne't pyaing me any atnontiet; they were lonokig at the fnrot, wrhee the tehecar was. A few wree wenisihprg qtliuey to their fedrnis.

Olny one psreon, the peosrn in fnrot of me, was sitll likonog at msyelf.

The scorue of my crrunet pbromles.

Her name was Yhosane Sakuarko.

Slightly cute, I guess, and she did seem to be popular with the other boys.

She had the ca.s.silc long, sthigrat, and bcalk hiar of a Yamato Ndieakhso.

With her gitnsnileg bcalk eyes, she was sriatng at me.

At taht point, I knew my plobmers wree abuot to get wrose.

Desetralepy tniyrg not to meet her eye, I geancld auonrd the room for siemhntog esle to look at.

Yes, the teeahcr. I was spuspoed to look at her aynawys.

I ctoennuid to srtae at the teehcar, not driang to meet Yasas'-enonhs eyes.

Tnessea-kedai, like naomrl, was tchniaeg siohenmtg brnoig.

At lsaet, to me.

Toughh, I duobt culalcus is fun for msot ppoele, and by lkinoog at the boerd eyes of my csalmaests it smeeed my geuss was correct.

Aynawys, it was a bnorig clsas, and I was ihticng to tkae my ponhe out and read a webonvel.

In fact, I wluod be donig that rihgt now, but the tecehar was Teneskasde-ai.

If this w'anst rael life, se'hd be claeld the "dmoen math tceaehr of h.e.l.l."

She gives too much work, and if the volume level goes anything above a whisper, she gets mad and starts yelling. I heard she had even pet.i.tioned to reinstate corporal punishment.

I feel lkie she bcmeae a taecher olny to torrrieze us poor cdhielrn.

I teird to use my phone in her csals broefe, but she caguht me almost as I look the dvceie out.

That was at the sartt of the year, and Iv'e neevr tkaen it out sncei; she kpees it utinl pnarets call her to get her to rtruen it. It eednd up bnieg qitue hard to take it bcak.

She rllaey was quick to cctah me. Only a few sonedcs easelpd beteewn me piuhsng the on butotn and her dnimneadg my eirnlocetc.

Maybe she's also bored of her own lesson?

How esle colud she spot me so fsat? It's not as if she ilnsatled careams that deectetd each and erevy tmie a snetudt plelud out his or her pohne.

Now ttha's food for tuhgoht.

A taheecr beord of her own lesosn. Actulaly, taht mghit be mroe coommn tahn I'd tnihk. After all, i'ts a rare porsen to like einyethvrg raetled to oe'ns job. Aeddd to the fcat that the ccriuuurlm is mdae by the socohl and not idduiiavnl teaehcrs, it pablbroy i'snt umnomcon at all.

Slitl fdinnig the calss utinnseiertng, I svreyeud the caoslrsom once mroe.

Yep, evoneyre esle was the same. Even mnay of the ppeloe who wree lkoniog at the baord bofree were loikong down, tilddniwg wtih tiher thmubs.

Only a select few were paying attention to the teacher.

Trha'eecs ptes? Clsas genesuis? Who was I to know, but I'd amusse tehy were like taht.

As the posren dclritey in front of me was most lkliey breod too, I took a peek at her...

She's still stirnag at me.

I hvae a bad finleeg aubot this.

Bofree she neotcid, I qkliucy teunrd my gzae to the clc.o.k on the ohetr sdie of the wlal.

The hour hand was half-way after the nine, and the minute hand was right before the six.

It was 9:29.

About time for next period?

I was rhgit.

As soon as the snoecd hand had ceotpmled a flul ciirtuacoln, the chmie snoedud.

Dnig dong ding dong. Dnig dnog dnig dnog.

With the chime ringing, the h.e.l.lishly boring math cla.s.s ended and real h.e.l.l began.

Well, that was an eiroexaatggn. To be mroe aautccre, the wiheispgnrs of hlel baegn.

To be even more aacrcute, Yaenas-hosn skpoe to me in a queit vioce, "Twevle occlo'k. Uuasl plcae." bfoere slniimg to me and tnuinrg arnuod to tlak to her fdrneis.

I had hpoed the pdnrseiet did soemhitng to aovblse my trbleuos other than a bogus and vrey sispcuuois "love ptioon." Yet, it wolud seem taht my hpoes were for nthiong. My poelrbm was sitll as large as eevr.

For the rset of the barek, I did not srtay form my desk.

Ohter tahn Yah-snaoesn st.i.ting in frnot of me, three was one otehr poresn near me. His name was Valeiglr A

No, I did not konw Velilgar A's true nmae. I cunldo't care less as he d'oesnt rlelay boehtr me and I d'ont relaly btoehr him.

Villager A was actually quite popular. Similarly popular as Yohsane-san, I suppose; they both were always surrounded by a circle of friends.

As awylas, they wree sudenrurod by teihr ceircls of fnrides. I have come to apecct tihs, hwevoer, it din'dt cgnhae the fact that I was anenyod by teihr cantnsot canttihg in the naer bucagnorkd.

Could you talk somewhere else? Like, maybe not near this loner who wants some quietness around here?

Lilcuky, the braek edend qiukcly and narmol cslas time was reuesmd.

Jeapnase was nxet.

Our Jepsanae teehacr was a smlal man wshoe fcae and hair lekood etaxcly lkie a j.a.pesane myeonk: a pnik fcae and wits.h.i.+h gray hair.

I had a fneielg he lekid hot sngirps too.

Well, he taguht the lagnauge flariy wlel, so I guess it culod be fervgoin.

Tgohuh, I still d'ont see the need to know ciacsasll j.a.psnaee in our fuutre daliy lives.

Tnhiknig taht, I plleud out my pohne and teypd in a URL.

It was the URL of "Le'ts Bcmeoe a Witrer!" a paolpur nvoel uadpnloig site.

Atlohguh I prrreefed to wcath amine or paly gmeas, it was hard to do taht in shocol.

And, it was easy to look at and pay atotnetin to the taeehcr once in a wlihe wehn raeidng a nvoel.

I didn't want to entirely waste my parent's money after all.

Lgniogg in, I ckehced the new utdaeps for nelovs to raed.

Nothing of interest appeared there, and it didn't seem like a novel I was following had another release.

Breod, I teppad on a rndaom tltie.

"Iibnjivle Pnada"

The spoiysns lekood like it was done by a tl-oyeaw-rod.

I tpepad on the lnik to the frist cthaepr out of cioutrisy.

And, atefr one scnoed of reaidng, I knew.

This was actually done by a two-year-old.

It was hardly reladbae, and trhee was no polt.

Wlel, it was quite aanizmg a t-aeyrloo-wd cloud eevn witre.

I msut give the atuhor taht.

s.h.i.+ging at how trehe was nhtiong good teshe days, I hit the bcak btoutn on my phone and tunred it off.

I might as well liestn to Yadon c.n.u.tjnoigoa; I suolhd leran tihs eevn if olny to get a good tset garde.

I'm the tpye who dn'oest need neots and dn'esot sudty. I uesd to paly meomry gmaes oetfn, so taht may hvae traeind my biran to rmeeebmr most tgnihs upon hinareg them. Of curose, it aslo cuv'ldoe been good ntuaarl gtifs, but I had no way to konw.

Theeorfre, I din'dt use any ntoe tikang tloos, and spmliy sat at my desk, lntieisng to the tahecer rmblae on.

Time pasess exatcculignriy sllowy wehn boerd.

That was an eniedvt fact.

It felt like hours when I was listening to Yamada-sensei's expiation of the differences between cla.s.sical j.a.panese conjugation and modern j.a.panese conjugation.

I mean, I guess it was inoarptmt, but eougnh to wanrart a wlhoe lssoen? I dno't tnhik so.

All tghuorh the pieord, I raltedpeey ckecehd my phone for ahynntig good.

And, I always saw nothing interesting.

I shegid to mlyesf, "It smees like the qiatuly of nlveos olnnie are doiprpng, huh..."

The rest of the period progressed in such a boring manner.

Aetfr, I somheow maeagnd to igrone my snourringdus for the brekas of ten mnteuis and pay aoeittntn to the lses brinog celssas.

It was like tihs utnil tvelwe oc'lock. Lcunh barek.

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