Ouran High School is a well-known school in Japan, a school for the rich, the powerful and the intelligent. Though one fateful day Ouran's principal and administration agree to open up a new program-a baking program-with this new fact gives an insta...
A.N- Sorry you guys, I forgot to put this in the last chapter so here you go before the chapter begins:
I am a first generation American female who supports the protests that are going on to fix the police justice system. Now I've been told different things by different people, but I went out and protested as well.
So what I'm trying to say is: Black Lives Matter, your life matters, and help out the people who are in need of help and fix the crazy system.
And, I'm saying this only once or I will excuse you from continuing to chat or even read my works, please do NOT hold any political conversation or threatening arguments on my platform, this is a place where we can all get along in peace, and we don't need our statuses getting in the way of enjoying something.
If you do not agree, then leave now.
Okay you can begin to read now!
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After getting home, Saiki wasn't able to find an extra pair of glasses, and his green ones were long gone, though it was like everyone knew that information already, since Saiki was sent a pair of contacts by his brother.
Saiki opened the rest of his letter and out fell out two containers of reusable contacts. He sighed, he'd have wear them tomorrow.
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Sleep didn't last so long as he'd like it to, as he wore this day a dark button-up, black pants, and his black shoes. Reaching out for his glasses, but hit with nothing on his night-stand. He cursed and work up, already preparing coffee downstairs for himself (three cups today)
