love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄
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(Y/N)'s POV
"(L/N) (Y/N)?"
"Here sir— miss."
The woman looked up from her computer before sighing and continuing with attendance.
I snickered quietly, quickly making an ugly face at her.
"Kanemoto Ren?"
"Here!"
"Hasegawa Sadao?"
"Here."
"Nakajima Takako?"
"Here, miss."
Unsurprisingly, I soon lost interest in the matter and zoned out.
Anyways, the MANGA! I'm inside that romance manga I clicked on the other night! God, I should have realised earlier... No. This whole thing's really strange, I couldn't have guessed.
Those crazy floating messages that kept popping up -- it seemed like it's either guiding me through this story, showing me information about a character or making a new path... or whatever that was.
Oh right! I should look for the manga that the thingy told me to refer to!
I rummaged through my pockets, searching for some kind of tiny book or something I don't know. I assumed that avatar meant to be me, so it must've been on me somewhere.
"Yuri Ayato?"
"..."
I looked around. Someone was absent? Huh... I wondered how elaborate this storyline was.
"Yuri Ayato? Is Ayato absent?"
A murmur arose. My classmates were looking around, collectively confused.
Knowing what I know now, watching these people was very weird.
These people were probably... extras? And Tamura Yui must be one of the main characters... Wait... Lord have mercy. Was I one of the main characters too?
My train of thought was interrupted by a loud SLAM of the door opening.
I flinched, looking toward the sound, bewildered.
"Good morning!~" A strange voice with broken nuances, came out of nowhere. "Here miss!"
The teacher only just let out a heavy, exasperated sigh — almost as if this was done many times before.
