chapter 5

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The picture above is a quick drawing that I did of the mc

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The picture above is a quick drawing that I did of the mc.

When I awaken the next day, the sun has already risen up to its center point and everyone else is up and about. It is no surprise that I woke up this late, considering the fact that sleeping in is practically my profession. It's the weekend, so I am free to do whatever I want for the day.

Deciding that I actually want to make an effort to not look like absolute trash, I head over to the closet to pick out an outfit for the day. I settle on a cute pair of white overalls that rest over a powder blue sweater and slip on some black socks and lace up shoes to add a bit of contrast to the whole style.

"There, now I look vaguely presentable!" I huff in satisfaction, admiring my work. Now comes the question of what to spend my time doing. The Yuuei staff has already provided me with clothes, a credit card, and a phone in advance, but I need something to eat. Taking that into account, I should probably go grocery shopping.

Putting my card and a few dollar bills in my pocket, I rush out the door, because who needs grocery lists?

My feet go as fast as they can, driven by pure exitement. It almost feels like I'm flying. I am proud to say that with me being the whiz at directions that I am, I only had to check once to find my destination: downtown. There are brightly colored buildings and enticing shops, not to mention the numerous cafes and restaurants. I am so busy taking in all the sights that I bump into someone without realizing it.

"Ouch. You should watch whe- oh! You're the girl from before," I hear a familiar voice say, and step back to see our one and only Pikachu looking down at me.

I sweatdrop. "Well shit."

Timeskip brought to you by the icyhot pain relief patch

We are currently standing side by side in a supermart, awkwardly staring at some frozen Tortinos pizza rolls. I avoid eye contact, internally screaming at myself for not only being so careless as to run into one of my soon-to-be classmates, but to be checking out fucking pizza rolls of all things.

I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"There's no reason to be nervous. I know you're not a bad person. I just want to ask you a few questions, and you don't even have to answer any if you don't want to," Denki says, giving me a small smile.

I breathe a sigh of relief, finally turning over to him. "Look, I can't tell you anything about how or why I fell into your classroom. All I can say is that I mean no harm. I do know things that I shouldn't, but I can't spill any information, okay?"

He stares at me in shock, then breaks out into a huge grin, nearly blinding me with its sheer brightness. How he ended up actually tolerating trash like me, I will never know.

"I trust you- wait, I don't know your name yet. Aw man, how can I make friends with someone without knowing what they're called?" He moans, (NO, NOT IN A KINKY WAY YA NASTY) hitting his forehead with his palm.

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