i have not uploaded in a while, im sorry!
my other story, hybrid baby, was turning out quite popular

so i gave that all my attention.

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anyways, please enjoy!

I woke up, feeling rather neutral. I had remembered everything from last night, that much was clear. Now what was going to happen, even I didn’t know.
I went through my daily morning sacrament and walked down the stairs to find Kotoko already sitting there. I watched out the corner of my eyes as I sat down her face getting redder and redder. She sat quiet still through everything, watching me the whole time. Yuki passed by, reprimanding Mother for not taking out the same socks as mine – I swear he was a mini me.

I ate my miso soup and nattao calmly, taking note as the conversation took a turn to Kotoko’s father. I noticed time running out, so I put my bowl down, and left the table with a “Please excuse me.” Yuki followed after me. Faintly from the kitchen I heard Mother asking Kotoko to set out to school with me. I did not want that Class-F girl walking with me!

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As we left the house, Yuki began making a fuss, and Kotoko stood there stupidly. I put on my shoes and closed the door as Mother reminded me to show Kotoko the way. Kotoko was still inside.

I walked a little bit faster than her. She trailed behind me, keeping quiet. I really did not believe how this turned out. The girl who confessed to me without ever actually getting to know me was living in the same house as me. But I wouldn’t let it bother me, of course. As long as she stays out of my way, I would be fine. If she can stay out of my way.

As we neared the train station, I felt like I had to be reminiscent to Kotoko.

“Hey.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t tell anyone we’re living together.” I expect Kotoko to tell her friends. Girls gossip a lot, and then if the school found out, I don’t think I could live with it.

“And of course, don’t talk to me at school.” I added, and I walked away to the train. As long as she did those two things, I would be fine.

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The train ride was rather … worthy of note from an outlook. I had a hand on a rail, and was reading a book. Of course, the train was swarming. From my peripheral vision I saw Kotoko crowded. It amused me how she could not do a simple thing as stand in a train.

As the crowd moved out the open doors, I waited for the crowd to pass me like a smart person. I was very slightly attentive in Kotoko’s corner, and could perceive sound of her yelling.

As the conductor announced the closing doors, I heard my name. I felt obligated to turn, and saw Kotoko running towards me. I felt no need to lift my hands for help, and watched as the doors shut in her face.

I appraised her confused face, and began reading again.

Idiot.

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School. As I walked to my classroom, I saw the door open and a mess of orange hair run through the entrance. Looks like the idiot made it on time. As I walked by her, she yelled at me.

“Hey!”

I stopped, irritated. What did she want?

“I told you not to talk to me.” I spoke in a cold voice to make my point clear. Kotoko was flustered.

“I was about to board, so couldn’t you have held the door for me… at the very least?”

Nope. I don’t have time to help people who couldn’t even ride on a train. I summed it up outloud,

“I hate absent-minded girls more than stupid ones.” and continued my walk to the classroom.

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The rest of the school day went ordinarily. There was nothing special to do. The time spent at home was uniformly lacklustering.

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I went to school the next day to find that I had accidentally taken Kotoko’s bento. I never even had such accidents before she inhibited my home. Unwillingly, I was going to have to come across her and reinstate our bentos. During lunch break, I walked over to her classroom. No doubt she was with her Class-F friends again.

“Aihara-san.” She jumped up, surprised. “Bring your bag and come with me.” I left before seeing their reactions.

Outside, I handed Kotoko her bento. “It seems that our mother put the wrong ones in.” Kotoko blinked and brought mine out.

“I was wondering why mine was so large.” I had to keep from rolling my eyes.

Taking my bento back, I retorted, “Sheesh, mix-ups only happen because we go to the same school.”

“That’s right.” I looked up. Kotoko’s voice somehow transformed. “You might even get the wrong uniform and wear mine instead, Irie-kun.”

What was she talking about..?

“Why would I wear yours mistakenly?” I wanted to wipe that smug smile off her face.

“Well, that’s because…it seems you wore skirts when you were young.”

I was devastated. Shock hit me in waves. How had she put her hand on one of my baby pictures? This was completely absurd!

Kotoko smiled. “You were so adorable, Irie-kun!”

I snapped. “Where did you get that from?”

“Your mother gave me one.”
The answer was so straightforward, I snapped even more. Mother!

“Give it back!” I felt foolish. I was acting like a five year old boy, but what could I do?

“No.”

“What did you say?”

“Because, you keep bullying me all the time. Isn’t it okay, once in a while?”

I was appalled. “When did I ever bully you?”

“Even geniuses have their weaknesses.” I knew I had to keep my cool, but I couldn’t. I lunged, and she dodged.

“I said, give it back!”

“I’ll give it back, but on one condition.” We both stopped, and I tried regaining my cool.

“Condition?”

Kotoko smiled. “The mid-terms are coming up in two weeks. Help tutor me.”

“Me..? Be your..?” No way. It was enough to be living with her, but now this?

“Correct. I’ll return it if you can help me get into the top fifty. Deal?”

I spoke outloud. “ I refuse! It’s obviously impossible!”

Kotoko grinned even larger, and flipped out her cellphone. “Oh, really?” Between a whirry of beeping, I heard her say, “ Then, I’ll just mass-mail this photo to all the students in school.”

This was absurd!

“Fine then!” I yelled to her back, and she turned.

“Really? Hooray!”

“But I can’t promise anything. The top fifty have been filled mostly by those from Class A or Class B each and every time. It would require divine intervention for someone from Class F like you to be able to get in.”

I saw her turn all depressed. “i guess you’re right..”

I turned, ready to leave. “Tonight then.”

As I walked away, I groaned inwardly. I usually never made deals. What kind of deal was this?!

so how was that for an ending?