False Advertising
Forty-One
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Walking past 211, Shun took a deep breath before he
pushed his own door open. Now, he told himself. He would tell him
now. And if not now— no,
now. Any more of this and Shun was apt to up and explode. So, yes,
it would be now.
Well, it would have been then, had Hasukawa been in the
room. Irritated, Shun threw his tub on his bed and stomped his
foot. "Damnit! What the hell?!"
He blew a wet lock of hair from his face, one that slipped out from under the
towel, and shut the door behind him with a sigh. He silently padded over
to the desk where he took a seat, looking amidst the few book and notebooks
spread out. He smirked a bit, realizing that the one thing of Suka's that
had not changed was his handwriting. Amongst the sprawls of both Japanese
and English, his eyes lay spy to something not of school's demand.
Lifting the sheet of paper, he read as he saw that it was
addressed to him. He frowned when he finished, getting up to place the
note and himself on him bed. Lying back, he sighed as the cool air
brought down his body temperature, his favorite season granting him a few more
gifts. Without looking back to the paper he still held, he rolled his eyes
and he dropped it, where it float to the floor. He discovered that Suka
had gone to Hiro himself, reasoning that memory loss
was a bad sign.
To this Shun managed a smirk. He wondered if
Suka-chan would mention their night of planning and would invariably use the
wrong pronoun. If any questions got along to his and Shun's relationship,
he was sure that some stuff would hit the fan.
Oh well, at least
he didn't want me to worry. He might be gone for a while. What
now?
What happens next? :
[Heads on over to the sempais.]
– Go to Chapter Thirty-Five (
[Wait and lay the cards on the
table.] – Go to Chapter Forty-Four (