Sweet break. #MochiSweets
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Sweet break. #MochiSweets
Should he text her? Shouldn't he? Would it seem too eager or too creepy and stalkerish if he were to contact her this quickly? Completely bewildered the blonde teen was staring at the blue phone that was supposedly able to contact every single student on the premises. He could just be all casual about it. Like it was a coincidence. That wouldn't be weird at all, would it? Alright, he could do this.
To: Tamako Kitashirakawa From: Mochizou Ooji
Hey Tamako. I heard you're here as well. Funny isn't it?
... That had to be good enough. Not too formal and he could have picked up that information anywhere. Beside it really was a coincidence that he had ended up here as well, so he didn't have to feel bad about it. Thumb hovering over the send button for a whole minute, Mochizou finally gathered the courage to press it before he let his body drop onto the bed as if life had completely left him. "Haaaaa-" he let out in a sigh.
Prom Means Good Food, Right? | Tamako & Shouyou
Loud snoring could be heard from inside room 174 if one were to pass it. Honestly Shouyou had troubles sleeping properly ever since he came to realise first that both of his room mates were female and second how dangerous they actually were. But the school rules prevented him from sleeping anywhere but the room, so he tried to sleep as much as possible when they were not there. And when he did sleep, he slept darn good. The problem was just that now was not exactly a time for sleeping.
For the fifth time already the alarm clock was chiming loudly, and finally the sound vaguely registered inside the young teen's mind as he half opened an eye, being pulled straight out of a dream. It took a while for him to fully enter reality, or at least to such a degree that he was able to locate the source of the noise, and even longer for him to realise why he had set the alarm to ring. But then realisation did strike.
"UOOOOOH!" he bellowed, looking at the time. "I'M LATE!" Had it already started? It probably had. Dammit, what if all the good food had already been eaten while he was sleeping in?! It didn't take five minutes before Shouyou had quickly put on a pair of jeans alongside a white tee and the black Karasuno jacket - not having grasped the concept of a prom, he was not aware that dressing up formally was part of it - and rushed out the door. With an impressive speed he ran to the centre of events, and just as he had expected everyone was already having fun. Food! Where was the food?! He sent scouting glares around the room when suddenly another thing he had neglected to think of entered his memory. Oh yeah. He had to find Tamako first.
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, Happy birthday, Happy birthday to Shou-chan!" Tamako held a big bag full of Nikuman, "Ahh I made around 20.. I hope that's okay..haha~! "
This was the second time today he had been met with song although this time was much more pleasant and made much more sense to him than when Fox Eyes had suddenly appeared. The scent, the song, the fact that a girl would actually do something like this for him. “No! It’s more than okay! It’s perfect!” he beamed at the girl. “You’re amazing, Tamako-san!”