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•|• Lesson One •|•

"Alright then, what is it?" He snapped back with a glare, if there had been a quicker (possibly easier) way then why hadn't they just started with it? Why had she waited until now to tell? This whole situation was just a headache.

"Why don't you just confess to her?" She sighed rolling her head in his direction with hazy half-lidded eyes.

"No way!"

"Look, I'm a newbie at this too, not many people get this far." She grunted, her irritation seeping into her words as she shrugged sitting back into a better position.

"I knew this was too good to be true. You're a fake aren't you."

"Fake!? How dare you! I'm not fake at all, inexperienced yes, but fake I think not! And I do have some cool things on me!" She wailed ripping her hat from her head digging around for what she deemed 'cool' enough occasionally taking something out to drop it below her mumbling about each of the odds and ends she plucked out of the way, before finally pulling out a small pouch. "See!"

"What is it?"

"They're Mermaid scales! I have three of them, it curses those who swallow them, binding their souls forever!"

Silence enveloped the room as he fixed his eyes upon her proud figure. Mixed feelings filled his chest the longer he looked, on one hand, she lied to him, and on the other, all his problems could be solved with just two measly scales from the pouch in her hand. Before she could go on a tangent about how she wasn't a fake he'd stolen the bag from her petite grasp and sprites away as quickly as possible. Her shocked yell could be heard from down the hallway barely registering to him as his mind raced.

It was finally happening. His wish will come true.

Time seemed to lose meaning as he pushed himself further away from the bathroom, closer to his beloved. He could feel his heart thumping wildly within his chest bouncing off his ribs. He could feel how the adrenaline raced through his veins pumping along with his blood pushing his body to the max, the way his chest heaved with every intake of air he took gasping large intakes to steady himself. A smile split across his lips, face red with exhaustion and sweat beading along his messy hairline and down his neck. The world seemed to brighten around him as his eyes landed upon the object of his affection.

Laughing happily amongst her clubmates stood Yashiro Nene, the oblivious, kind-hearted, stubborn girl he'd fallen for over the past few years.

Unclasping his fist from around the dainty pouch he reached inside pulling out one of the assumed scales studying it lightly on the palm of his hand.

It was seafoam blue with a hint of green marking along its sides; the smooth texture was slick between his fingers, bending slightly beneath the pressure of his anxiety. Looking back up his golden hues lit in determination as he stared longingly at his best friend, eyes never once leaving the silver-haired girl as he popped the scale in his mouth choosing to ignore the salty flavor as he strode her way.

With each footfall, his world whirled around him warping itself into a multitude of blurred colors and mixed sound. Over the pounding echoing in his head he could make out the sweet voice of Nene as she converses with mutuals, giggling as she or another cracked a joke, synchronizing the beat of his heart with the rush running through his veins.