- used to refer to events that are in the past and consequently no longer to be regarded as important
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Having read my fair share of fanfics and manga through the span of my life as a weeb, I am cultured enough to know what comes after the occasion of a school cultural festival heavily inspired by anime. If you were paying attention to the story, like you should, you must have already assumed that we are referring to the upcoming school dance. As you have guessed correctly, you can have a cookie. If not, have a dirt cookie with earthworms.
There is just something about the event such as a school dance that just leaves this author frothing in the mouth. I mean, it's cliché and this book is cliché, so why not?
The lovely moment of two people slowly waltzing through the harmonious melody as their hands entwined together, and the sparks that grow with the handsome lad's hand gripping the delicate maiden's hips -- all we can do is imagine since it's pretty much as possible as catching a shiny Pokémon that it will happen to you in real life.
But, fear not, for I am a fanfic writer and I can definitely make you experience the bliss of slow dancing with a wintery ice prince whose clear sky toned locks flows majestically over his pale face. In fact, I can even make you two fuck each other inside the student council office if I want to since this is my book and whatever I say goes.
I can but who knows if I will.
Before we proceed, let me create a subtle note that not all of the students are allowed to attend. There is always the one percent of the student population that had been robbed of the opportunity for they had accumulated too much amount of school rule breaches -- like being late for every class from Monday to Friday. It serves as a punishment per se.
Did I ever mention that I can make (Y/N) a part of that one percent?
Burying her chin on the soft, thick cloth of her sweater, a certain female that is not attending the school dance -- and is also not going to experience clichély dancing with Khun -- lets her (e/c) toned eyes drift towards the bright lights on the school court yard. From her distance, all faces were blurred and unrecognizable, features appearing to be mere dots as the subtle noise of the beats from the speakers reach her ears. A crackling fire burned in the middle, a few students chucking old broken desks, papers, etcetera on the blazing flame -- a tradition the students looked forward to every year as they were allowed to literally burn anything as long as it wasn't a living thing.
A chilly breeze sweeps past her, the late night autumn breeze growing much more frigid on the roof top of the Sin-ui C class dormitories. Aside from the tiny lights below, the ethereal luminance of the full moon's glow basked silver light for the seventeen-year-old female.
