Something's Wrong With My Romantic Story

Chapter 1 : The First Awkward Meeting

Do you ever just think about it? Meeting a total weirdo, but somehow you're into it and think

they're actually adorable. Does that even make sense? Not like I'll ever meet someone like that, though.

Maybe that's what I thought, before I actually ran into someone like her.

"Hey, Kuroji."

I froze. I turned around slowly. Yeah, it was the teacher; seeing her made me feel tired already.

I sighed. "What?"

She held up a thick stack of documents. "Can you help me?" she asked, closing the distance between us.

"Take all those documents somewhere upstairs?" I mumbled. I wondered why she couldn't just do it herself.

She answered, "Yeah, how did you know?" She smiled and moved the stack toward me.

I clicked my tongue internally. "Nah, just guessing."

She handed me the entire mountain of paper without waiting for a real answer. "Here, take these to the student council room."

I took the papers; they were such a burden. "Alright," I said. It was heavy, after all; I really wanted to refuse. "Is anyone there right now?" At least I didn't need to add to my burden by meeting someone there.

She shook her head and laughed. "No. Why do you ask? You got social anxiety or something?"

I shifted my grip on the stack. I wasn't in the mood for a lecture. "Nah, I just don't have the energy to talk to anybody." Why did I even have to talk to anyone? It wasn't that important.

She checked the clock. "They usually leave after the second period bell rings."

I shifted the weight of the papers, trying to find a comfortable grip so I could move upstairs without dropping them. "Alright then."

If there was no one there, I could just go inside, put all these papers on the table, and then vanish so I wouldn't need to have any tiring conversations.

I made my way to the second floor without tripping. The council room was beside the biology lab, if I remembered correctly. My footsteps echoed through the hallway as I passed the lab.

Oh, found it. The door seemed to be unlocked. I nudged it open with my shoulder, ready to put all of these papers on the president's table.

A woman's voice drifted out from the room. The voice was soft and melodic.

"I was in love with you..."

I froze. My heart skipped a beat, then doubled its pace. A confession? In the council room? Now? I let out a long, weary sigh. Just my luck. I leaned in to peek. As I slowly peered around the doorframe, the room came into view.

When the sun shone through the window, a strange feeling hit me. I didn't even know what emotion I was feeling. "That's the girl," I thought, looking around in despair of finding the other guy. There was no one here except her.

"With pleasure," she said to the air confidently. She sounded very relaxed, but I could feel the seriousness behind her voice. She opened another window. The warm evening sunlight entered the room, and I couldn't see properly because of the glare.

Is she talking to herself? I watched her in confusion.

Alright, it wasn't my business. I would just put the documents on the table quietly, then vanish in an instant.

Mumbling to myself because of what I had just seen, I walked slowly towards the table. I realized that she hadn't even noticed I was there. But... wasn't that the president herself?

I tried to look closely at her, taking in every detail from her hair down to her shoes. Yeah, it was the president. I tried to hold my breath, terrified that even a single sound would give me away.

This was the closest table I could find. She was standing near her own desk, so I couldn't put the documents there. This table was buried under a lot of papers, too; I just needed to shift them first so I could put mine down quietly.

After shifting the papers, I tried to set the documents down.

"Okay, take it easy and put it down lightly... wait—"

A single sheet with the title "Love and its Examples" slipped and fell to the ground. It wasn't even loud when the paper hit the floor, but she noticed immediately and turned around. In that silent moment, I thought to myself. 

I'm dead.

"HEY!" she screamed loudly at me.

My brain short-circuited. The scream hit me so hard that I even forgot who I was and why I was even there. In a moment of panic, I decided to say any random bullshit and said:

"Yeah, here is the stuff the teacher asked me to deliver. Don't worry, sometimes I do things like that, too!" I said it all in one breath, so fast that I didn't even recall what I'd said.

Immediately after that poor communication attempt, her face turned red like a fresh tomato.

Is it just me, or did it look like she wanted to either kill me or quickly hide behind something? She breathed heavily, her eyes locked onto mine. I felt so scared that I wanted to run away immediately.

I had to get out. Now.

Okay, I had a perfect plan for this situation. Say something short in one breath: "Sorry, and I'll leave now." And then... Run!

I was outside in a second. I didn't even try to look behind me. I didn't want to be involved with some crazy, beautiful girl.

Two seconds into my escape, a freaking dictionary came flying toward my head.