Restart (A Kaguya-sama: Love is War/Wants to be confessed to fanfic)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Hopeless

Miyuki's POV

What should I make for our dinner... ? Fried rice is nice, curry is not bad, too... or sashimi perhaps? Oh I can't think...

I'm walking home with a bag full of groceries for this week. Life is really hard, not just for me but also our family, or I don't even know if I can call my home "family" anymore. We used to have such a normal day, until some big company shut down my dad's factory, my mom left us and dad became unemployed. Oh well, I think I'm kind of ok with it, I can take it, it's not so bad after all. We have somewhere to live, enough money for our life, and even though I had a rant about how my school, Shuchiin Academy worshipped their princess, Kaguya Shinomiya, we don't have to pay for our tuitions.

Talking about Shinomiya, I'm still a little angry of her. She thinks that she is on top of a mountain, the queen of some one square feet land, that she is allowed to treat pupils like peasants. Like I said, I really hate that attitude, especially when she is in the position of a student council's member, who is supposed to be the speaker of all students. I swear, if I met her somewhere on this street, there would be no way-

Huh, what's this? A... girl? There is a girl weeping in an alley way. She looks quite terrible, with torn skirt, muddy all over her legs, combined with scratches and wounds. She seems to wear a uniform, but this uniform looks familiar, as well, like I've seen it somewhere... oh it's my school's girl's uniform. No wonder...

Well, I guess that means she's one of Shuchiin's students, so as a student council's president, I should give her a helping hand.

"Hey, get up. Why are you crying..." I poked her arm to get her attention, and speaking of the devil... yes, it's Shinomiya. How unexpected... She looks like a mess, with messy hair, mud all over her face, with red scratches.

Oh well... except for any other student in Shuchiin, I don't have any business with her. Plus, she doesn't look like she wants to see my face. So I'll just leave her there and leave it for her butlers or any of her robotic servants to find anyway. "You know what? I should just go any-" I was about to stand up and leave, when Shinomiya grabs my shirts and holds me back. She's still facing down the ground, but her sniffing is still able to hear.

"What? So I have to pay up just because I looked at your face?" I asked her, tried to be as cold as I could. But she shakes her head. What for, your "majesty"?

"don't... leave me... here..." she whispered and I replied with a "what?", but received a much louder answer, more like a shout. "DON'T LEAVE ME HERE, OK?!" After that, her sniffing slowly becomes a weeping once again.

When I was young, my dad told me to be nice to the other girls, not knowing how nice or even how bad they were. Gain their respects or at least give them a good image of you is a way to survive in this society. Nowadays things are not as simple as he thought, but I'll still use it anyway. "Let's go..." I told her, while giving her a hand to guide her to my home, but still as coldly as possible, though I'm quite bad at it. Rice people these days, always taking and no giving. She grabs my hand, or more like my fingers, but still shivering, must be cold or something. But still, I lead her the way.

I've heard that some children are so dissatisfied with their life, even how rich and wealthy they are, that they're ready to leave their home instantly. But after a day or two, they will regret and go home crying. So I think this is also a case with Shinomiya, although leaving home with muddy clothes and scratches kind of rough. So you can stop making that pouting face, you rich sprout.

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There we are, our flat. Small, but comfy and enough for three people. I unlock the front door and walk in, just to find my little sister, Kei Shirogane. She's in the age of puberty or some sort, so probably she has a view of a blond head alien as how she sees me. Oh and she's also looking at Shinomiya... oh boy...