My phone buzzed again.


To: serienhoshiko@mail.goo.ne.jp

From: keitsukishima@mail.goo.ne.jp

Subject:

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Don't make this sound creepy. I'm
willing to give you some of my personal
notes for studying. I don't want to give
them to you at school in case anyone
sees and I'm sure both you and me
want to get this over with. So, if you
don't mind, please give me your address
and I'll leave them outside your door.
No need to thank me, shorty.

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I gasped. This sudden change in character is enlightening as much as it is annoying; it has taken him this long to give into his harsh persona. I can't believe what I just read. After all I have been through, it's finally paid off with a rewarding success and I am finally going to get the help that I need. I was punching the air in great achieve, smiling from ear to ear as if I had just struck gold in a coal mine and kicking my feet in overwhelming excitement. However, on the contrary to this exciting news, I don't know about giving him the the name of my home address; I don't want him to know where I live. I've known him for a little while, yes, but that doesn't excuse the fact he is still an acquaintance stranger. On the other hand, this may all be a harsh prank to humiliate me even more. No, I don't think so. He is best friends with Yamaguchi after all: someone who is kind and gentle minded, so if he really was a bully, then I'm sure that Tadashi Yamaguchi wouldn't consider him a acquaintance. I'll just have to play it safe. First of all, I want to know his reasoning behind his sudden change in heart.

To: keitsukishima@mail.goo.ne.jp

From: serienhoshiko@mail.goo.ne.jp

Subject:

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It's a nice offer Tsukishima, but why the
sudden change in heart? Why has it
taken you this long to give me some help?
It's strange that you are considering
this after patronising me earlier and I'm
not sure I'm comfortable giving you
my address without knowing why.
Enlighten me, giant.

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I nodded in agreement with my message and sent it straight away, pleased with the amount of restrain I am using, not completely accepting his offer yet. He still has some redeeming to do before I snag his proposal.

To: serienhoshiko@mail.goo.ne.jp

From: keitsukishima@mail.goo.ne.jp

Subject:

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It doesn't matter why. The point is is
that I am willing to give you some help.
A score of 18 isn't something that a
student should achieve in the top class.
If I wasn't patronising then who would
have put you into shape?
Be grateful and accept my offer before I
change my mind. So, give me your home
address and I'll be on my way.

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To: keitsukishima@mail.goo.ne.jp

From: serienhoshiko@mail.goo.ne.jp

Subject:

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Ok, fine. I have no reason to argue with
you if you are this willing to help me.
At least I know that I'm talking to the real
Tsukishima and not some murderer with my
email who wants my address. I still don't
forgive you for terrorising me,

but thank you for finally not being a jerk Tsukishima :))))

〒697-0527

Knock on my door when done.

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Tsukishima's messaged seemed like a mask covering the real reason for the sudden change. I didn't want to question any further, but it stilled raised some questions in my racing head. But I don't need to ponder that any more--it's non of my business anyway--so happily excepting was my only choice and it felt like I could finally metaphorically breathe again. I can already imagine my grades exceeding at a higher rate and the contentment I will feel before any exam as I am prepared with the correct knowledge and organised notes. All I have to do now is stay on guard for the knocking on my front door and the salty blond-haired boy to appear as my condescending knight in shinning armour.

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