Curiosity killed the otaku - { @uirusagi }
Izumi doubted what he was doing. Maybe he should just give up and not go with the flow but the curiosity pervaded him completely. What happened is that someone had left a note on his books when Izumi went to the dump and when he returned he found it. It didn’t have the issuer. It just had a simple message: 'Come to the classroom 2xx in Sunrise University'. There was no obligation to go but he wanted to know what was going to find in that class.
When he was already in front of the door, he took a deep breath and prepared to anything, but nothing in the world could have prepared him for what was coming. He was nervous but at the same time eager to know what was in there, and who knows, maybe it could be something good like a mountain of manga; or maybe not ... Without wasting another minute he decided to open the door.
The class was empty, the desks were in place and everything seemed in order. Or so he thought. He checked over before entering, verifying that nothing could jump on him when he entered. As he verified that everything was in order he entered and his gaze was instantly attracted to a big splatter on the whiteboard that protruded from all over the place. It had a red tone and some yellow too. Was it paint? Izumi couldn’t believe what it really was. The smell made it obvious, and two toasts stuck in that viscosity were the key. Indeed, it was ketchup and mustard.
He started walking towards what it seemed to be the teacher's desk where there was a note. Izumi took it and read it: 'Bon appetit ~! One tip, you should avoid food poisoning. You could attract a dangerous virus.'
But what kind of grotesque, silly, and absurd joke was be this? Izumi tried to clear his mind but he could only thought of adjectives to describe this 'work'. The hand holding the note didn’t stop shaking. He didn’t know if it was the smell or what but he felt his stomach began to twist. He couldn’t stay there any longer. He decided to run away as fast as possible but the only exit was blocked by a man who was about to walk inside. Izumi was petrified and couldn’t say a word. He only remained to wait for the possible storm that would unleash.