4c: Paper

After another whimper, he couldn’t take it anymore. Mamoru threw down his paper and looked at Usagi, who had a stack of small squares of papers and a large jar in front of her. Currently she was trying to fold one of the little squares, and evidently kept cutting her fingers doing it.

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4a: Chalk

“Wow. That was…really impressive, Sailor Moon. You’re much lighter on your feet than you used to be.” She beamed up at Tuxedo Kamen, trying not to gush with happiness at his praise while he set her carefully down on her feet. She smoothed her skirt down and he straightened his mask.

“Oh it wasn’t so bad. ( Read more... )

3g: Fraction

Mamoru was trying to glance at her surreptitiously, but was failing at any sort of subtlety. Even Motoki, who was spending a lot of his time serving customers and cleaning, could see it from across the room. The only person more oblivious than Mamoru was probably Usagi. Motoki sighed and set his bus bin down ( Read more... )

3e: Product

It was as if her heart was lodged in her throat. She couldn’t breathe because it was pounding there, but she wasn’t entirely sure that she wanted to, because it might ruin this moment and she didn’t want to give it up just yet. She needed to sort through it and try to understand what was going on before she could think ( Read more... )

3c: Sum

“One hundred and twelve.” Mamoru looked up from his paper at Usagi standing in front of him, hands on her hips like she expected something. He blinked, thinking he misheard.

“What was that, Odango?” She frowned.

“One hundred and twelve. It’s the sum total of all of the milkshakes I’ve ( Read more... )

 
( 3a: Problem )

2g: Essay

“What are you doing now, Odango?” Usagi looked up from her paper and the pencil she was chewing on long enough to frown at Mamoru before looking back down at her blank piece of paper.

“I’m writing an essay.” She took the pencil out of her mouth long enough to tap it against her lips before popping it ( Read more... )

2e: Tragedy

“Mamoru, why don’t you burn that tragedy of a jacket?” Mamoru looked up from his paper as Usagi made a revolted face at his beloved green jacket.

“I see someone’s been falling asleep during vocabulary lessons. Don’t you mean a travesty of a jacket?” He raised an eyebrow as she smirked at him.

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( 2c: Classic )

 
( 2a: Books )