i'm sorry...
title: Another Morning
author: grey_nezumi
band: Antic Cafe
pairing: Kanon/Bou
disclaimer: I don't own them.
summary: One summer night, Bou and Kanon meet under unfortunate circumstances. Now Kanon is a believer.
Chapter Two: Freak Scene
the storm was getting stronger and stronger, pressing against the windows and disturbing the radio signals. he didn't dare to drive fast, because he could barely see anything through the windshield. the girl was sitting next to him, she wore her hair open now, so that it would dry faster, and was reading in the small black bible she had pulled from her purse.
suddenly kanon felt a hand on his leg, just above his knee and turned his eyes from the road. she had put the bible away and was leaning over to his side, staring at him with shiny black eyes under long lashes.
“kanon-san...”
suddenly the road in front of him disappeared and all he could see was bou's body as she crawled onto his lap, one knee on either side of him. her arms around his neck, long blonde hair tickling his cheeks... that tiny golden cross bouncing in front of his face...
“i'm really cold kanon-san...”, soft pink lips oh so close to his ear “will you warm me up?” her breath on his skin - smelling like cherry mint candy.
then there was an incredibly loud CRASH as something huge and heavy hit the roof of the car, making it cave in right above their heads.
“oh”, he heard her say “it's a blue whale”
“Are you going to a funeral?”, asked his mother, coffee mug in her hand, as she looked him up and down, dressed in his usual dark and black attire.
“Did anyone die?”
Kanon's school had abolished school uniforms the year before, and the way her son dressed gave Kanon's mother one more reason to complain. Which was good, he thought, because she was one of those people who were only happy when they could complain about something.
“Thousands of people died last night, mom.”, he said.
“Don't be smart with me! Finish your breakfast or you'll be late.”
The first day of school always put Kanon in a morbid mood, but the dark clouds over his head were quickly blown away when he neared the school and saw a head of light brown hair in the stream of students that were heading towards the gates.
When he heard the familiar shout of “Hey Kanon!”, he had to hold back a smile.
Miku had that effect on people. But Kanon wouldn't admit it.
“There you are! I almost thought you would play hooky on the first day!”, Miku said it jokingly, but Kanon could see that he had really been worried.
“Is that the kind of person you think I am?”
“Yes!”, said the other boy without hesitation which made Kanon consider shoving him into a passing group of girls, but he missed the right moment and then Miku was talking again.
“So what have you been doing all summer?”
Kanon avoided making eye contact with him.
“Nothing...Nothing exciting.”
“Me neither. I broke my leg.” Miku told Kanon the story of how he somehow managed to break a bone while he was in Australia with his family, visiting the Ayer's rock, and had to spend the rest of his holidays on crutches.
“That sucked.”
Meanwhile they were inside the school and had reached the black board, where a huge crowd of students had gathered.
Oh shit, I forgot...
Miku was jumping up and down next to him, trying to get a look at the lists. Then he grabbed Kanon's shoulder and looked at him wide-eyed, almost in panic.
“What if they didn't put us in the same class this year?”
“Why would they do that? We've been in the same class since kindergarten.”
Nevertheless he felt nervous as they pushed their way through the crowd to the black board. Two small girls were standing in front of them, frozen with their arms tightly interlocked, staring at one of the sheets of paper. One of them was audibly crying and the other one seemed to be on the edge of tears, too. “It's alright, Yuki-chan, don't cry”, she said “We will just ask them to let one of us change classes, okay? Come on, we're in the way here...”, and with that she pulled her crying friend with her. This is just ridiculous... thought Kanon.
“Oh my god, that can't be true!”, he heard Miku cry next to him. The death-grip on his shoulder was back.
“Kanon, you're taller, is that really my name up there?”
His friend's shaky index finger pointed at one of the lists, with the words 'Class C' on top. Kanon skimmed over the names and found Miku.
“Yes”.
“And is that really your name up there?” he pointed at another list, next to that one, saying 'Class D'.
“Yes”.
Miku's face fell. His hands dropped to his sides. Kanon found himself just as shocked as he was.
“But that's...what kind of universe would allow something like that to happen?”
“Okay, now everyone please stand up and tell us something about yourself!”, the teacher stood in front of the class, hands clasped together, a smile on her face which never seemed to be turned off.
Not only that his best friend (only friend) wasn't with him, but now he had to introduce himself to this noisy classroom full of boys and girls who were exchanging their holiday stories.
Name - hobbies - interests - future goals - it's very nice to meet all of you - applause.
For someone who hated to stand in the center of attention, this was a form of torture.
His classmates stood up from their seats, one after another, and everyone had a tan from whatever faraway beach they had spent their vacation, and everyone had some really amazing goal in life they wanted to achieve.
When it was his turn he answered in the most impersonal way he could manage, without revealing too much of his disappointing self.
No one looked at him.
After it was over the teacher gave them the usual lecture about fire safety and handed out books and took down numbers for the rest of the time.
The second period was biology.
The teacher was creepy, with a slightly greenish skin tone that made him look sick. He lectured for the first hour, so it seemed, on how he would tolerate any disruptions of his class and then he had a coughing attack that was so bad that he had to step out into the hall and get a drink of water.
They could still he hear him coughing outside. It sounded as if he was going to hack up a lung. Kanon could almost see it, lying pulsing and bleeding on the pale linoleum floor.
When the teacher came back he continued as if nothing had happened.
Lecture, books, numbers.
Sometime during the third lesson Kanon's head dropped down on the desk. He was so very tired. It seemed like he had barely closed his eyes that night, before the shrilling of his alarm clock made him jump up in his bed again.
But he must have slept, he decided, because he had dreamed.
That dream...it was so real.
“Oh my god - is that blood?”
There were hurried steps on high heeled shoes, and then a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, wake up...kid!”, came a voice from very far away and Kanon tried to open his eyes. There was something warm in his face and clinging to his eyelashes. He blinked and saw his algebra teacher's face hanging only centimeters apart from his. He heard some girls giggling.
Everyone was staring at him! He lifted his head and it made that sticky sound, like slowly ripping off a bandaid. As if someone had glued his cheek to the desk.
In reality though, there was only a small dried patch of blood on the light wooden surface, and there was more dripping from his nose at a steady pace.
drip drip drip.
“Here”, the teacher, she was looking at him with big brown eyes, handed him a tissue.
“Thank you.”
Staring down on his desk, he pressed it to his nose.
“That....that's a lot of blood.”, she looked a little queasy “maybe you should go to the nurse's office. I'll write you a note.”
“Yes, Miss Tanaka.”
“Do you have nosebleeds like that often?”
“N...No, Miss.” He could hear more giggling and felt his ears go red.
Standing in the bathroom, staring at his reflection, he wanted to kick himself.
Those girls in his class... they had stared at him as if they knew exactly what was going on.
As if they knew exactly what he his dream had been about.
The continuation of his dream. Kanon washed the dry blood off his face and sighed, made his way back to the classroom through the empty hall, very slowly.
Suddenly one of the classroom doors to the side flew open and a boy bolted out, pressing a sweatshirt to his face.
“That fucking bitch! That fucking psycho bitch!”, he shouted. He was lead down the hall by another boy, who was mumbling his agreement. “....that whore.”
“I didn't even do anything...” The boy stumbled and shifted the sweatshirt, pressed it against his eyes.
“Fuck it burns...” - “...that bitch”
Kanon watched the two of them, swearing and mumbling, disappear in direction of the nurse's office.
So many freaks this year.
At lunch he sat next to Miku in one corner of the ridiculously crowded cafeteria.
“Class D”, he told him “it stands for doomed.”
“Oh come on, it can't be that bad! At least there are enough pretty girls in your class!”
“There are?”
“Sure, didn't you see them? Or were you sleeping in class again?”
Kanon's head shot up. He knew that rumors at this school spread fast, but so fast?!
“How...How would you get that idea?”
“Because it's all you did last year!”, Miku poked him with a chopstick and Kanon felt weirdly relieved.
“You're just mad because I still got better grades than you.”
“Well, it's not exactly fair...”
“It's not my fault. My brain processes information the best when I'm asleep. You know, like those 'learn a new language in your sleep'-tapes?”
“Yeah, right...”
Suddenly Miku stopped talking, and not only him; every single conversation in the entire cafeteria died a quick and sudden death. Everyone's heads turned to the doors, and as Kanon followed their looks, his mouth fell open.
It was that girl.
Sure, she looked different from last night, there was no chaste dark skirt and no white socks and no bible, but there was no doubt in his mind that it was her.
Bou.
She was like a splash of color in front of those sterile white cafeteria walls. Her hair was tied into pigtails again, but this time with blue ribbons, not black hairbands. She wore a short white skirt and a light pink t-shirt, yellow knee socks that were bunched up at her ankles and the sneakers from the night before.
All in all, the colors of her outfit resembled a bowl of froot loops.
But the look on her face, as she saw thousand pairs of eyes staring at her, was one that Kanon had never seen her wear before. For a second she looked as if she wanted to run away, but then she bit her lip and walked through the rows of people, who were whispering, turning their heads, not looking at anyone.
She sat down in another corner of the huge room, far from anyone else. Kanon thought she looked very small, with her hair falling down in front of her face and her eyes downcast.
“She's scary, right?”, asked Miku suddenly.
“Do...do you know that girl?”
“Yeah, she's in my class. It's only her first day here but they already declared her Number One Delinquent or something.” His face took on a sad expression.
“And she's one of the few cute girls in the class - too bad she's a freak.”
“How do you know she's...weird?”, Kanon asked, trying to sound uncaring, as if she was only a stranger and he was just trying to get a laugh out of her.
“We had chemistry today.”
“So?”
“You know how in the first lesson the chemistry teachers are all about showing off their little experiments and making explosions? So you get all excited? And then they let you write down equations for the rest of the year?”
Kanon nodded.
“Well, everyone had to get a partner. And we had to mix all these chemicals together and see what happens. And suddenly this guy called Tachibana starts screaming. Turns out he was her lab partner” he nodded in Bou's direction “and she just took the stuff on the table and splashed it into his face.”
“What?”
“Well, she said it was an accident, of course. But I saw it. She was aiming right at his eyes.”
“Is that Tachibana Miyato you're talking about? That... baseball guy?”
“Yeah, that's him.”
That guy is about as popular as you can get. Even I know him. I just couldn't see his face under that sweatshirt.
“I guess everyone's kind of scared of her now.”, Miku said. “And the girls all hate her because she might have permanently disfigured his face. The teacher said that the stuff she threw at him was only as acidic as nail polish remover, but he could still be blind.”
Miku shook his head. He was looking at Bou for a few more seconds and then jumped up.
“Come on, let's go talk to her!”
Kanon's head shot up.
“But... you just said she's dangerous!”
“Oh, but look at her! She's all alone! Come on, it'll be fun!”
Miku's unpredictable nature had gotten Kanon into a lot of awkward situations in the past, and this was one of them.
Under the watchful eyes of the school they walked over to Bou and sat down opposite of her at the table. She sat with her head resting on her arm, a veil of blonde hair splayed over her face. Slowly she looked up, blinked.
“Oh... hey, Kanon-san.”, she said, smiling. “Good to see you again”
Say something, dammit!
“Hi, Bou.”
Miku's head was flying around. “You know her?”
“...kind of.”
“Why didn't you tell me?!”
“Yeah, Kanon-san, why didn't you tell him about us?”, that smile was almost... like in his dream.
“Because there's nothing to tell”, he had to fight down a blush. “I only drove her home last night.”
Miku looked from one to the other.
“Aw, that's so boring Kanon-san”, she let her head fall down on the table again, as if his answer had knocked all the breath out of her.
“Why do all the people at this school have to be so boring?”, she whined.
“Well at least you're already famous, right?” , he said “Delinquent Number One?”
She just mumbled something into her arm.
“Why did you splash that stuff into Tachibana's face?”, asked Miku.
“Whose face?”
“Tachib...Your lab partner”
“Oh, that guy...I already told you I didn't do it on purpose!”, she sat up straight.
“That...stupid fucker couldn't keep his hands to himself.”
Kanon felt something inside him twist at those words. He coughed.
“You...you're not really from any church, right?”, he asked, ignoring Miku's puzzled stare.
“You just made that story up to make people give you their money, right?”
Bou jumped up suddenly, straightening her skirt.
“I'm thirsty.”, she said and eyed the small milk carton on her tablet suspiciously.
“Where can I get something other than milk and tap water in this place?”
“I...I know a coke machine!”, said Miku, obviously glad that their conversation topic had returned to something that made sense to him.
“We could show you the way if you want.”
Bou's face lit up with a smile.
“A coke machine! I think I'm starting to like this school. Lead the way, Miku-san.”
So it's true. She really is a liar.
AN: This is the third or fourth version of this chapter. I hate high school settings.
I'm stil not happy with it, but it's not getting any better and I didn't want to keep you waiting too long.
author: grey_nezumi
band: Antic Cafe
pairing: Kanon/Bou
disclaimer: I don't own them.
summary: One summer night, Bou and Kanon meet under unfortunate circumstances. Now Kanon is a believer.
Chapter Two: Freak Scene
the storm was getting stronger and stronger, pressing against the windows and disturbing the radio signals. he didn't dare to drive fast, because he could barely see anything through the windshield. the girl was sitting next to him, she wore her hair open now, so that it would dry faster, and was reading in the small black bible she had pulled from her purse.
suddenly kanon felt a hand on his leg, just above his knee and turned his eyes from the road. she had put the bible away and was leaning over to his side, staring at him with shiny black eyes under long lashes.
“kanon-san...”
suddenly the road in front of him disappeared and all he could see was bou's body as she crawled onto his lap, one knee on either side of him. her arms around his neck, long blonde hair tickling his cheeks... that tiny golden cross bouncing in front of his face...
“i'm really cold kanon-san...”, soft pink lips oh so close to his ear “will you warm me up?” her breath on his skin - smelling like cherry mint candy.
then there was an incredibly loud CRASH as something huge and heavy hit the roof of the car, making it cave in right above their heads.
“oh”, he heard her say “it's a blue whale”
“Are you going to a funeral?”, asked his mother, coffee mug in her hand, as she looked him up and down, dressed in his usual dark and black attire.
“Did anyone die?”
Kanon's school had abolished school uniforms the year before, and the way her son dressed gave Kanon's mother one more reason to complain. Which was good, he thought, because she was one of those people who were only happy when they could complain about something.
“Thousands of people died last night, mom.”, he said.
“Don't be smart with me! Finish your breakfast or you'll be late.”
The first day of school always put Kanon in a morbid mood, but the dark clouds over his head were quickly blown away when he neared the school and saw a head of light brown hair in the stream of students that were heading towards the gates.
When he heard the familiar shout of “Hey Kanon!”, he had to hold back a smile.
Miku had that effect on people. But Kanon wouldn't admit it.
“There you are! I almost thought you would play hooky on the first day!”, Miku said it jokingly, but Kanon could see that he had really been worried.
“Is that the kind of person you think I am?”
“Yes!”, said the other boy without hesitation which made Kanon consider shoving him into a passing group of girls, but he missed the right moment and then Miku was talking again.
“So what have you been doing all summer?”
Kanon avoided making eye contact with him.
“Nothing...Nothing exciting.”
“Me neither. I broke my leg.” Miku told Kanon the story of how he somehow managed to break a bone while he was in Australia with his family, visiting the Ayer's rock, and had to spend the rest of his holidays on crutches.
“That sucked.”
Meanwhile they were inside the school and had reached the black board, where a huge crowd of students had gathered.
Oh shit, I forgot...
Miku was jumping up and down next to him, trying to get a look at the lists. Then he grabbed Kanon's shoulder and looked at him wide-eyed, almost in panic.
“What if they didn't put us in the same class this year?”
“Why would they do that? We've been in the same class since kindergarten.”
Nevertheless he felt nervous as they pushed their way through the crowd to the black board. Two small girls were standing in front of them, frozen with their arms tightly interlocked, staring at one of the sheets of paper. One of them was audibly crying and the other one seemed to be on the edge of tears, too. “It's alright, Yuki-chan, don't cry”, she said “We will just ask them to let one of us change classes, okay? Come on, we're in the way here...”, and with that she pulled her crying friend with her. This is just ridiculous... thought Kanon.
“Oh my god, that can't be true!”, he heard Miku cry next to him. The death-grip on his shoulder was back.
“Kanon, you're taller, is that really my name up there?”
His friend's shaky index finger pointed at one of the lists, with the words 'Class C' on top. Kanon skimmed over the names and found Miku.
“Yes”.
“And is that really your name up there?” he pointed at another list, next to that one, saying 'Class D'.
“Yes”.
Miku's face fell. His hands dropped to his sides. Kanon found himself just as shocked as he was.
“But that's...what kind of universe would allow something like that to happen?”
“Okay, now everyone please stand up and tell us something about yourself!”, the teacher stood in front of the class, hands clasped together, a smile on her face which never seemed to be turned off.
Not only that his best friend (only friend) wasn't with him, but now he had to introduce himself to this noisy classroom full of boys and girls who were exchanging their holiday stories.
Name - hobbies - interests - future goals - it's very nice to meet all of you - applause.
For someone who hated to stand in the center of attention, this was a form of torture.
His classmates stood up from their seats, one after another, and everyone had a tan from whatever faraway beach they had spent their vacation, and everyone had some really amazing goal in life they wanted to achieve.
When it was his turn he answered in the most impersonal way he could manage, without revealing too much of his disappointing self.
No one looked at him.
After it was over the teacher gave them the usual lecture about fire safety and handed out books and took down numbers for the rest of the time.
The second period was biology.
The teacher was creepy, with a slightly greenish skin tone that made him look sick. He lectured for the first hour, so it seemed, on how he would tolerate any disruptions of his class and then he had a coughing attack that was so bad that he had to step out into the hall and get a drink of water.
They could still he hear him coughing outside. It sounded as if he was going to hack up a lung. Kanon could almost see it, lying pulsing and bleeding on the pale linoleum floor.
When the teacher came back he continued as if nothing had happened.
Lecture, books, numbers.
Sometime during the third lesson Kanon's head dropped down on the desk. He was so very tired. It seemed like he had barely closed his eyes that night, before the shrilling of his alarm clock made him jump up in his bed again.
But he must have slept, he decided, because he had dreamed.
That dream...it was so real.
“Oh my god - is that blood?”
There were hurried steps on high heeled shoes, and then a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, wake up...kid!”, came a voice from very far away and Kanon tried to open his eyes. There was something warm in his face and clinging to his eyelashes. He blinked and saw his algebra teacher's face hanging only centimeters apart from his. He heard some girls giggling.
Everyone was staring at him! He lifted his head and it made that sticky sound, like slowly ripping off a bandaid. As if someone had glued his cheek to the desk.
In reality though, there was only a small dried patch of blood on the light wooden surface, and there was more dripping from his nose at a steady pace.
drip drip drip.
“Here”, the teacher, she was looking at him with big brown eyes, handed him a tissue.
“Thank you.”
Staring down on his desk, he pressed it to his nose.
“That....that's a lot of blood.”, she looked a little queasy “maybe you should go to the nurse's office. I'll write you a note.”
“Yes, Miss Tanaka.”
“Do you have nosebleeds like that often?”
“N...No, Miss.” He could hear more giggling and felt his ears go red.
Standing in the bathroom, staring at his reflection, he wanted to kick himself.
Those girls in his class... they had stared at him as if they knew exactly what was going on.
As if they knew exactly what he his dream had been about.
The continuation of his dream. Kanon washed the dry blood off his face and sighed, made his way back to the classroom through the empty hall, very slowly.
Suddenly one of the classroom doors to the side flew open and a boy bolted out, pressing a sweatshirt to his face.
“That fucking bitch! That fucking psycho bitch!”, he shouted. He was lead down the hall by another boy, who was mumbling his agreement. “....that whore.”
“I didn't even do anything...” The boy stumbled and shifted the sweatshirt, pressed it against his eyes.
“Fuck it burns...” - “...that bitch”
Kanon watched the two of them, swearing and mumbling, disappear in direction of the nurse's office.
So many freaks this year.
At lunch he sat next to Miku in one corner of the ridiculously crowded cafeteria.
“Class D”, he told him “it stands for doomed.”
“Oh come on, it can't be that bad! At least there are enough pretty girls in your class!”
“There are?”
“Sure, didn't you see them? Or were you sleeping in class again?”
Kanon's head shot up. He knew that rumors at this school spread fast, but so fast?!
“How...How would you get that idea?”
“Because it's all you did last year!”, Miku poked him with a chopstick and Kanon felt weirdly relieved.
“You're just mad because I still got better grades than you.”
“Well, it's not exactly fair...”
“It's not my fault. My brain processes information the best when I'm asleep. You know, like those 'learn a new language in your sleep'-tapes?”
“Yeah, right...”
Suddenly Miku stopped talking, and not only him; every single conversation in the entire cafeteria died a quick and sudden death. Everyone's heads turned to the doors, and as Kanon followed their looks, his mouth fell open.
It was that girl.
Sure, she looked different from last night, there was no chaste dark skirt and no white socks and no bible, but there was no doubt in his mind that it was her.
Bou.
She was like a splash of color in front of those sterile white cafeteria walls. Her hair was tied into pigtails again, but this time with blue ribbons, not black hairbands. She wore a short white skirt and a light pink t-shirt, yellow knee socks that were bunched up at her ankles and the sneakers from the night before.
All in all, the colors of her outfit resembled a bowl of froot loops.
But the look on her face, as she saw thousand pairs of eyes staring at her, was one that Kanon had never seen her wear before. For a second she looked as if she wanted to run away, but then she bit her lip and walked through the rows of people, who were whispering, turning their heads, not looking at anyone.
She sat down in another corner of the huge room, far from anyone else. Kanon thought she looked very small, with her hair falling down in front of her face and her eyes downcast.
“She's scary, right?”, asked Miku suddenly.
“Do...do you know that girl?”
“Yeah, she's in my class. It's only her first day here but they already declared her Number One Delinquent or something.” His face took on a sad expression.
“And she's one of the few cute girls in the class - too bad she's a freak.”
“How do you know she's...weird?”, Kanon asked, trying to sound uncaring, as if she was only a stranger and he was just trying to get a laugh out of her.
“We had chemistry today.”
“So?”
“You know how in the first lesson the chemistry teachers are all about showing off their little experiments and making explosions? So you get all excited? And then they let you write down equations for the rest of the year?”
Kanon nodded.
“Well, everyone had to get a partner. And we had to mix all these chemicals together and see what happens. And suddenly this guy called Tachibana starts screaming. Turns out he was her lab partner” he nodded in Bou's direction “and she just took the stuff on the table and splashed it into his face.”
“What?”
“Well, she said it was an accident, of course. But I saw it. She was aiming right at his eyes.”
“Is that Tachibana Miyato you're talking about? That... baseball guy?”
“Yeah, that's him.”
That guy is about as popular as you can get. Even I know him. I just couldn't see his face under that sweatshirt.
“I guess everyone's kind of scared of her now.”, Miku said. “And the girls all hate her because she might have permanently disfigured his face. The teacher said that the stuff she threw at him was only as acidic as nail polish remover, but he could still be blind.”
Miku shook his head. He was looking at Bou for a few more seconds and then jumped up.
“Come on, let's go talk to her!”
Kanon's head shot up.
“But... you just said she's dangerous!”
“Oh, but look at her! She's all alone! Come on, it'll be fun!”
Miku's unpredictable nature had gotten Kanon into a lot of awkward situations in the past, and this was one of them.
Under the watchful eyes of the school they walked over to Bou and sat down opposite of her at the table. She sat with her head resting on her arm, a veil of blonde hair splayed over her face. Slowly she looked up, blinked.
“Oh... hey, Kanon-san.”, she said, smiling. “Good to see you again”
Say something, dammit!
“Hi, Bou.”
Miku's head was flying around. “You know her?”
“...kind of.”
“Why didn't you tell me?!”
“Yeah, Kanon-san, why didn't you tell him about us?”, that smile was almost... like in his dream.
“Because there's nothing to tell”, he had to fight down a blush. “I only drove her home last night.”
Miku looked from one to the other.
“Aw, that's so boring Kanon-san”, she let her head fall down on the table again, as if his answer had knocked all the breath out of her.
“Why do all the people at this school have to be so boring?”, she whined.
“Well at least you're already famous, right?” , he said “Delinquent Number One?”
She just mumbled something into her arm.
“Why did you splash that stuff into Tachibana's face?”, asked Miku.
“Whose face?”
“Tachib...Your lab partner”
“Oh, that guy...I already told you I didn't do it on purpose!”, she sat up straight.
“That...stupid fucker couldn't keep his hands to himself.”
Kanon felt something inside him twist at those words. He coughed.
“You...you're not really from any church, right?”, he asked, ignoring Miku's puzzled stare.
“You just made that story up to make people give you their money, right?”
Bou jumped up suddenly, straightening her skirt.
“I'm thirsty.”, she said and eyed the small milk carton on her tablet suspiciously.
“Where can I get something other than milk and tap water in this place?”
“I...I know a coke machine!”, said Miku, obviously glad that their conversation topic had returned to something that made sense to him.
“We could show you the way if you want.”
Bou's face lit up with a smile.
“A coke machine! I think I'm starting to like this school. Lead the way, Miku-san.”
So it's true. She really is a liar.
AN: This is the third or fourth version of this chapter. I hate high school settings.
I'm stil not happy with it, but it's not getting any better and I didn't want to keep you waiting too long.