Hayashi Kei, a striking figure standing at 179 cm tall, commanded attention with her waist-length dark brown hair tied in a ponytail and captivating light brown eyes. She exuded a fashionable aura, often donning the gal style, making her one of the most stylish girls in the entire class. Kei was always seen in the company of her close-knit group of three friends, displaying a strong personality and unwavering attitude. Her beauty was undeniable, with features that seed to place her in a league of her own. Though her chest was modest, it only
added to her allure. Unofficially crowned as the queen of the school, Kei held a srizing effect on anyone who laid eyes on her, including Kelly.
And the most intriguing aspect about Hayashi Kei is her seemingly strong personality.
’Previously, I didn’t pay much attention to it, but now I can’t help but wonder if she’s rely putting on a facade. Why would she feel the need to pretend to be strong? It’s puzzling because the rumors about her being a slut, which she appears to brush off effortlessly. If her headstrong attitude was genuine, these rumors wouldn’t have gained such traction. Instead of confronting them she just let those slide. Maybe she just doesn’t care enough about that, which is also contradictory as she do care a lot about her reputation. Additionally, there’s the matter of the college guy she’s reportedly dating. It’s a peculiar situation. I used to think I knew her well, like an open book, but the more I think about it, the more mysterious she becos. Ahhh... this is troubleso, leave it I shouldn’t ddle...has nothing to do with anyway still, there’s more to her than she is letting on’
Thinking like that and still ignoring the teacher’s lecture, ti seemingly passed and lunch break finally ca. At the lunch break most of the students flocked to the cafeteria, those who were left either lost their appetite or brought their own lunch suddenly a girl stood up and went up to Kelly’s seat.
"Kelly-kun you okay, you don’t look so good" she said with concern.
"Oh, Sumire. I’m fine, really," I replied, attempting to reassure her.
Shiranami Sumire, Kelly’s friend and, to be honest, his only friend, occupies the seat next to him. With her black glasses, average height, and a cute face frad by butt-length black hair tied in twin pigtails with bangs swept to the left, she has a distinct appearance. Her black eyes and well-endowed figure complete her overall charm.
The reason Sumire and Kelly beca friends is because of their shared interest in being otakus. Since starting high school, Sumire had always been a loner, it isn’t that she was the only otaku in the class, but the other three guys had a rather peculiar interest, but when Kelly transferred in the beginning of their second year and started talking to her due to their proximity and shared passion, she was taken aback at first. However, she quickly ward up to him, revealing her own deep-seated loneliness. But the peculiar part lies in the reason behind her isolation.
"Oh... I-is that so? S-sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I must have disturbed you. I’m sorry," Sumire stamred, her voice barely audible. She was naturally reserved and tended to keep to herself, often fading into the background. Academic subjects weren’t her strong suit, and she lacked physical prowess and social skills, which contributed to her deep-seated inferiority complex.
"No, it’s alright. I wasn’t doing anything important anyway," Kelly reassured her with a smile.
"But it seed like you were restless and troubled by sothing. You even have dark circles under your eyes. It did look like you were frustrated about sothing. And why were you looking at Hayashi-san with those eyes the whole ti?" Sumire inquired, her observant nature picking up on Kelly’s hidden emotions.
Kelly’s heart skipped a beat at Sumire’s perceptive observation. He hadn’t realized his thoughts and emotions were so transparent.
’What look, was I unintentionally gawking at her and why am I making weird delusions about her, not good I forgot Sumire has an exceptional ability of reading others and since she knows for a long ti, she will be able to see through my lies and excuses I need to co up with sothing fast’
Kelly’s inner monologue took a frantic turn as he realized the implications of his actions. He berated himself for unintentionally staring at Hayashi and allowing his thoughts to spiral into strange delusions. Sumire’s perceptive nature and her ability to read him like an open book added to his growing anxiety. He knew he couldn’t hide his true feelings from her, and he needed to co up with a plausible explanation quickly.
"Well, it’s nothing," Kelly replied casually, trying to downplay his earlier behavior. "I was just watching ani last night and lost track of ti. And about Hayashi, I was simply looking that way for no particular reason. I didn’t even notice her until you ntioned it."
Sumire let out a sigh, seemingly relieved by his response. "Oh, I see. Well, that’s good then."
"Yeah, that’s all," Kelly affird, grateful that the topic seed to be resolved. "So, would you like to have lunch now?"
"Sure," Sumire agreed with a smile, letting the conversation shift to a more light-hearted topic.
Well, it’s not that Kelly doesn’t trust her or anything, but how can he talk to her when he himself is unsure of what happened? Kelly didn’t think Sumire would appreciate him ntioning his dream about Hayashi. After all, before he arrived, girls used to bully Sumire for being an otaku, and sotis it was Hayashi’s friends. Even now, they occasionally give her jealous glares and gossip behind her back. It’s not surprising, though. In the end, Sumire is much prettier than any of them, and her nervous deanor makes her an easy target.
As Sumire opened her lunch, Kelly’s eyes sparkled with delight. Seeing his reaction, Sumire shyly offered to share her al with him.
"H-here, you can have so if you like."
"Really?"
"Yes."
Kelly sought confirmation, and Sumire happily agreed. This wasn’t the first ti she had shared her lunch with him. She knew Kelly was a gourmand and had a great appreciation for good cooking skills. She prepared her lunch eagerly every day, hoping that Kelly would enjoy it.
"It’s so good! I can’t get enough of it. You’re really sothing, Sumire."
"T-Thanks."
"I wish I could eat your cooking all day. Ohh... I have a great idea! How about you teach how to cook?"
Sumire’s face lost all its happiness when she heard that. She imdiately thought back to the last ti she attempted to teach Kelly how to cook. While Kelly knew a lot about food and was undeniably soone who loved and appreciated it, his culinary skills were lacking, to say the least. In truth, he was downright terrible. But the oblivious Kelly remained unaware of this fact. In fact, he loved cooking, and on more than one occasion, Sumire had beco the unwitting victim of his culinary experints.
Experints on the things he makes can’t even be called food at this point.
"Huhh, what’s wrong?" Kelly asked, noticing the pale look on Sumire’s face, concern evident in his voice. However, Sumire, in the midst of racking her brains for a polite excuse to decline his offer, completely ignored him.
She couldn’t help but recall the last ti she tried teaching Kelly. Just the thought of it sent shivers down her spine. She wanted to tell Kelly to give up on the idea, but when she saw his genuine concern, she couldn’t muster the courage to do so. However, that didn’t an she was willing to take on that task again. She simply didn’t have the willpower for it anymore.
"We-well, how about we don’t do that," Sumire stamred in response.
"Huhh, but why? I recently saw a new recipe, and I want to try making it with you," Kelly stated matter-of-factly. Sumire let out a sigh and answered with exasperation in her voice.
"Did you forget that our exams are coming up soon? We don’t have ti for these things."
"Ohh, okay," Kelly reluctantly backed off. Although he wanted to persist, sothing told him that Sumire would be very angry if he did. In order to shift the topic, he decided to bring up sothing that had been on his mind for a while.
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