@nocturnehero
If she had to guess she would say that it's been about 2 months now. 2 months since she first laid eyes on that student. Fellow classmates informed her of his name; Jun Komori. Knowing absolutely nothing about him, obviously she was interested. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She knew one thing and one thing only. He had pointy ears and sharp fangs...just like her.
In hindsight, it was a pretty stupid thing to get excited over. Was she gonna obsess over the next person who ended up liking the same soda as her? Actually, ignore that, of course she would. Maybe she's just been particularly bored the past couple months. Nothing to really think about other than this. The poor girl must have gone through at least 20 different strategies to introduce herself to him, but as with most things, she spent far more time planning the game plan than actually executing the game plan. It took a solid week for her to muster enough courage to ask her next door neighbor if they wanted to visit for dinner.
But enough tomfoolery! Today was the day! She was running on a perfect 8 hours of sleep, ate the healthiest breakfast ever, took a shower! Michi knew EXACTLY where the boy sat at lunch (no it’s not creepy, it’s called planning ahead) and thus had formulated the ultimate strategy. First, she would purchase precisely TWO cans of hot tea from the vending machine, second, she would slowly but purposefully approach him at lunch, third, she will proudly display both cans, confidently declaring they share the cans as a form of friendship, fourth, they will exchange names, favorite colors, and positive reinforcement, and fifth, they will become best friends forever. It was FLAWLESS! FOOL-PROOF!
The first step went swimmingly. Once lunch-time rolled around, Michi spent the 400 yen necessary to acquire two cans of tea. Her fingers coiled firm around the aluminum, heat radiating from both cans. Ah yes, the perfect FRIENDSHIP TEMPERATURE.
Now was time for STEP TWO. It went-- well, it went about as well as she feared. One foot in front of the other, it was vital that she remembered how to walk at this moment in time. Her knees wobbled tentatively with each precarious step she took. Once she was a good 5 feet away from where he was sitting, Michi attempted to speak. "Komori-san! Did you wanna share some t--" Just as she began to utter that last word, the toe of her shoe caught against the floor, making a sputtering squeak as the entire weight of her upper body plummeted into the ground. Michi's face made solid contact, both cans of tea flinging off to the sides, clanging and rolling into the sunset. All that followed was deafening silence. The next course of action that she could think to do was either cry or pretend she was dead.