Chapter 1: Life of Tigasho

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Hi, I'm Tigasho (Tee-gaa-sho), and I'm something society would call a 'pretty boy' So I'm Pretty popular in my area. And by pretty popular I mean...Umm...Well, let's just see some rumors about me.

1) My hair is made of fairy dust?!
2) My lip cream is made out of pure moon dust?
3) I'm Adonis's (The greek god of beauty and good looks) Long-Lost son?...

I dont Think these are true...Are they?...
So, I am basically one of our local beauties. Which is kinda embarrassing for a boy.

My Best friend, Mugumè (Meg-oo-meh) is also a local beauty. And no, I did not be her friend because she's also pretty, but because we can relate to alot of things and tell each other silly rumors being spread around of us.

I go to one of those fancy private schools in Japan.
I'm don't mean to be cocky or anything, but sometimes I wish I could be less...Perfect is a good word.

And listen, I'm not saying that I'm so perfect and pretty, and I'm the best or anything like that.

It's actually really hard to simply walk to class with a hundred fangirls running behind you and screaming your name at the top of their lungs. That's why I always beg my parents to homeschool me.

But, as usual, IT NEVER WORKS!

Normally my school day goes like this:

Escaping the fangirls
Daydreaming
Sleeping
Coming back home
Escaping the fangirls again.

Yeah, we all can agree school can go die in a hole, right?

Did I mention my age yet? No? Well I'm actually 89- No, I'm just kididng, I'm 17.

Today after I came home, I went to Mugumè's house.
So, enough

*Knock Knock*

Mugumè opened the door slowly.
"Oh, Hi Tiga!"
"Hi Megi." I responded back.

Now, before all the shippers reading this start screaming "OMG SHIPPP!!"
Mugumè is my childhood best friend, We just call eachother by cute nicknames.

Continuing,
"May I...Come in?" I asked nicely.
"Hmmm... Alright!" She let me in.

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