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Hoe "So, what did y'all talk about?"

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"So, what did y'all talk about?"

"SUNA RINTAROU!" A voice pierced through the pretty much silent classroom

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"SUNA RINTAROU!" A voice pierced through the pretty much silent classroom. The chuckles and laughters emitting from [Name]'s mouth came to a cease. She turned to Suna who had a blank expression on his face.

The door slammed open, and the girl set foot inside the classroom. As she looked around, her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink in embarrassment.

Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the unexpected crowd. Clearly, she hadn't anticipated so many witnesses to her impromptu visit.

Locking eyes with [Name], the girl's embarrassment quickly morphed into simmering resentment. It was the same girl from the game, the one who had taken issue with [Name]'s proximity to Suna.

"Come," the girl commanded, folding her arms as she stood resolutely by the door, her gaze fixed squarely on Suna. He, in response, settled more comfortably into his chair, crossing his arms in a silent display of defiance.

"Fine, then you come," she demanded, her accusatory finger pointing directly at [Name], who sat beside Suna. [Name] exchanged a brief glance with Suna, sensing his reluctance to engage with the situation.

Feeling a twinge of sympathy for the girl's evident embarrassment, [Name] began to rise from her seat. But before she could act, Suna let out a resigned sigh.

"Finish your food, I'll be right back," he said, standing up and striding over to the girl, who now wore a triumphant grin at having successfully summoned Suna's attention.

The classroom felt heavy with an air of awkward silence, and [Name] sensed the weight of her classmates' curious gazes bearing down on her.

It was as if they were silently offering sympathy, which only added to her discomfort.

Resolving not to dwell on the opinions of others, [Name] turned her attention to her lunch, focusing on the simple task of eating.

Each bite provided a brief pause from the uncomfortable atmosphere surrounding her.

𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 - 𝐑. 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚Where stories live. Discover now