Love Letter Lunacy | Low Aphro | Locked to bishouwhat
It was all a cruel joke, as far as she was concerned.
Even though there was no Sugawa to be seen, there must've been some other classroom tormentor who had decided to tear weak, gloomy Kitahara's heart strings to pieces. The note in her locker had been brief and unsigned, giving her nothing but a location to wait at, which only increased her suspicions that it was indeed a fake.
She had long come to understand that any time a scrap of anonymous paper was slipped to her, it was a pack of lies. She had never recieved any genuine love letters, and never would. But, coincidentally enough, she had to stay late after classes today, once again having to pick out all the paper shreds that had been thrown into her hair and stuffed into her desk.
And it was almost near the appointed time.
Even though there was no Sugawa to be seen, there must've been some other classroom tormentor who had decided to tear weak, gloomy Kitahara's heart strings to pieces. The note in her locker had been brief and unsigned, giving her nothing but a location to wait at, which only increased her suspicions that it was indeed a fake.
She had long come to understand that any time a scrap of anonymous paper was slipped to her, it was a pack of lies. She had never recieved any genuine love letters, and never would. But, coincidentally enough, she had to stay late after classes today, once again having to pick out all the paper shreds that had been thrown into her hair and stuffed into her desk.
And it was almost near the appointed time.