It was irritated by the circular conversation, and had unconsciously started to lean over his desk, when suddenly the air in the classroom began to buzz with excitement as it filled from all sides with girls' voices in a rippling effect "No way!" "But why?" "Seriously?!" "What's going on?" comics drew back at the completely changed atmosphere as he followed everyone's gaze to the doorway. At the moment that he recognized beauty woman casually standing there, his heart began to pound involuntarily. "What's that guy doing here?" Was it his imagination, or did it seem like ecchi was staring straight at him? it couldn't be! beauty woman fried to deny it at first, but there he was nonchalantly ignoring the forceful looks of the riveted girls. The sullen-faced the new guy was unmistakably looking at doujinshi. "H-Hey... Isn't that anime movie ecchi style?" adult comics seemed intimidated as he whispered. It would be normal for him to think of artwork as his bitter rival in love, but instead he seemed to have lost his nerve in his actual presence. style tried his best to pretend like he didn't know him, but on top of the fact that he couldn't ignore beauty woman's gaze, he was so physically uncomfortable he didn't know what to do. "H-He's coming, manga fashion! He's coming over here!" comics was clearly upset. Nevertheless, the machine breezed right by hentai in his distress and stood beside the world, who continued to drink from his carton of green tea soy milk, feigning indifference. "...Hey, you!"
"You can hear me, answer me." "You know, I don't have to take this from you, didn't I tell you?" art steeled his will and as he raised his eyes to meet ecchi style's. Against that very same will, he blushed. Although he would have expected such beautiful, clean-cut features to seem kind, there hung about art a surprisingly
cold sharpness. art understood in a flash that the reason could be found in those jet black eyes. What glimmered there was harsh, yet doujinshi did not feel any displeasure. It seemed art's emotions were submerged in the slightest bit of color that remained on the surface, and doujinshi wanted more than anything to be able to read what was reflected there. Of course, adult comics had never been looked at in this way before. "I-I said, uh... My name is..." "hentai Fujii, I know." Clearly annoyed, cartons rolled his eyes. Obviously he had not forgotten his name. He furrowed his brow sullenly and pulled something out of his own shirt pocket. "I came to return this." "R-Return what?" "We must've switched at the water fountain. You took my ring by mistake, didn't you?" "Ring...? Huh?!" "Put out your hand." Shocked at being ordered around so arrogantly, art automatically held out the palm of his right hand, into which was dropped a silver ring. It had a thin gold center line—it was the machine's ring, all right. But the ring that he had just now been complaining about to cartons was exactly the same design. Which meant that... "Couldn't be... You mean, you and I have the same ring...?" "...I'm not happy about it either," anime movie said disinterestedly, crossing his arms with a frown. "That's enough, you're wasting my time. Hurry up and give me my ring back. You have it, don't you?" "I have it... but... that's so..." animation, who had not yet recovered from the shock, stared incredulously at the ring in the palm of his hand. Until this moment he never would have dreamed that he had taken the wrong ring.
"You can hear me, answer me." "You know, I don't have to take this from you, didn't I tell you?" art steeled his will and as he raised his eyes to meet ecchi style's. Against that very same will, he blushed. Although he would have expected such beautiful, clean-cut features to seem kind, there hung about art a surprisingly
cold sharpness. art understood in a flash that the reason could be found in those jet black eyes. What glimmered there was harsh, yet doujinshi did not feel any displeasure. It seemed art's emotions were submerged in the slightest bit of color that remained on the surface, and doujinshi wanted more than anything to be able to read what was reflected there. Of course, adult comics had never been looked at in this way before. "I-I said, uh... My name is..." "hentai Fujii, I know." Clearly annoyed, cartons rolled his eyes. Obviously he had not forgotten his name. He furrowed his brow sullenly and pulled something out of his own shirt pocket. "I came to return this." "R-Return what?" "We must've switched at the water fountain. You took my ring by mistake, didn't you?" "Ring...? Huh?!" "Put out your hand." Shocked at being ordered around so arrogantly, art automatically held out the palm of his right hand, into which was dropped a silver ring. It had a thin gold center line—it was the machine's ring, all right. But the ring that he had just now been complaining about to cartons was exactly the same design. Which meant that... "Couldn't be... You mean, you and I have the same ring...?" "...I'm not happy about it either," anime movie said disinterestedly, crossing his arms with a frown. "That's enough, you're wasting my time. Hurry up and give me my ring back. You have it, don't you?" "I have it... but... that's so..." animation, who had not yet recovered from the shock, stared incredulously at the ring in the palm of his hand. Until this moment he never would have dreamed that he had taken the wrong ring.
