in which an ordinary school's drama club turns out to be the entire school's ego. 'when we're on that stage, only you and me know that what we're doing isn't acting, we're sorting out our issues.'
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"Thanks to the successful outcome of the man overshadowed by his masquerade, we can start working on a new project, and expect a bigger outcome!" I watched professor Ledgers applaud the club members in glee.
Scanning each and every one of the curly heads I laid my eyes on, I never once spotted Sakusa.
Where the hell are you..
The theatre doors echoed. "Look what the cat dragged in. We'd love to see that handsome face of yours more, Kiyoomi. But you just always turn up late. Why?"My head intuitively snapped it's way up at professor's words.
"Yeah yeah, you caught me old man, once and for all. Look. I've got a lot on my plate." Just like I expected, he's back and probably here for me. "But, my girlfriend needed help with her locker so.."
Girl-
Girlfriend?!
"Gotcha self a girlfriend now, huh, Kiyoomi? First you show up late for almost the whole week, then you stomp on everyone's hearts and annihilate any chances of any of these people getting with you. That is messed up."
"You got jokes, professor. What're we working on next?"
How come everyone's so cool about this? What about me, Sakusa?!
