The bustle in the room was evident even though the teacher was passing his class while he wrote on the blackboard, I felt all kinds of glances and murmurs that I knew were related to me. It's not that this feeling bothers me but… I can't help feeling somewhat disturbed because of that bloodlust coming from my classmates

And what was my girlfriend's expression when she revealed the secret so flagrantly?

—Teehee —she made that sound as she tapped her head lightly and stuck her tongue out a bit with her eyes closed.

CAN YOU STOP BEING SO MOE FOR A DAMN SECOND!?

I got into a somewhat awkward position to sit down, it really started to be a pain to be suddenly so popular. Since I entered middle school I had a status in my class and in this school that made me feel comfortable, not being a nobody or very popular, this sudden impulse not only in my fame but in my bad fame was too much for me.

—Something bothers you?

The instant I blinked I heard that familiar voice in front of me, when I opened my eyes again I could see Monica sitting on my desk.

—WHAT THE HELL!? —I reflexively moved back too fast, falling backwards.

But the impact to the ground never came. Instead I stopped midair before I finished falling, now both my chair and I are suspended in midair.

—Oh, sorry about that.

—W-what happens?

Taking advantage of my air suspension, I put my feet on the ground and got up, looking around me, I could see that everything lost its color, everything except Monica and me, plus, although the most popular girl in school was now sitting so indecently on my desk no one even flinched. Then I saw it; the professor had his arm suspended in the air totally stopped, nobody spoke, nobody moved and everything was in absolute silence.

—Ah, this... yeah, I stopped time, we are the only ones with our time still running.

—Then you can also do that.

Despite having internalized the fact that the girl in front of me has the capabilities of the equivalent of a god, I can't help but be amazed when she turns miracles and hecatombs into trivialities, just like now.

—I’ll question again, is something wrong?

—Ah —I turned to her, who was floating centimeters away from me—. Don't worry, it's just the fact that all my friends want to kill me because I'm dating you.

—Kill you huh... I see, did it bother you that I revealed our relationship just like that?

—No, don't worry about it, I just thought you'd want to keep it a secret for a little longer but don't mind it, besides, these cultists will be back to normal in a day or less, boy stuff.

—You guys are something quite fun to watch —she said as she walked in the direction of Sugita—. Sugita seems to be paying attention to the class, wherever you see it —taking those words literally, she began to examine him (only seeing) from all sides (without leaving his face).

—Of course, he already has a girlfriend so he doesn't have to freak out.

—Mm? But I see Ozuma quite calm and he never had a girlfriend —saying that, she appeared in front of my best friend, seeing him very closely.

—Now that you mention it…

I remembered the message I received that alternate morning of this same day from Shiro: “You are seeing this, right?”

—Did you ever had a major rapprochement of some kind with Shirogane?

—Rapprochement? No... not really, occasionally we have mixed conversations but we have never gotten close in any way, why? Are you jealous?

—It's not that, it's just that...

—Just that?

—I'm sorry, I think I was just overthinking something, don't worry about it, it's nothing important.

—Well then, sit down, I'll return time to normal —the instant after saying that, she was sitting in her chair.

I sat down in the position where I was before the time stop to ensure that nothing seemed wrong with the ones with their time stopped.

—And time takes its course again.

—That phrase… Hey! —I turned to see her, when I did, I saw Monica covering her mouth with her hands.

She was apparently laughing.

—What’s so funny?

—Wakahisa, is something wrong?

That voice was from my professor of a somewhat advanced age, in that precise moment I realized what happened everyone in the room was watching me from their positions.

—Ah… it's nothing sensei, excuse me and… please continue.

I gathered a lot of bravery to say those words and sink my face entirely between my arms against my desk.

That damn girl was acting, it was a trap for me, she knew how I would react when she said those words and surely she does not even need to say that to return time to normal!

I want to die of shame right now, I can feel everyone's stares and their murmurs about me, now it's “Wakkun is Riedel's boyfriend, he should die!” and “Did you see that? Wakkun was making fun of the sensei right now, is something wrong with him?”

***

After our professor finished his class, he gathered up his things and left to start lunch. All but a few ones who always bring their food from home went out in groups through both doors of the classroom talking to each other about any kind of matters in their lives. Monica, who always stayed at her stall eating and looking at her phone approached me while I took my self-made bento out of my dark bag, she took her chair and placed it in front of my stall, sitting down on it. Curiously today Shiro went to the cafeteria, thing he almost never does, probably he forgot to prepare his food or maybe he just wanted to give me some time with Monica.

—Hey —she placed her elbows on my table with a slight sound, clasping both hands and resting her chin on them. What do you think about my joke?

—Just die…

—Hahahahaha… don't take it too seriously, it was fun, I knew that you would understand that reference anyway.

—Then it's true that you don't need to say that to end the paralysis of time!

—Of course not silly, in the first place when I stop time I don’t even have the need to say THE WORLD and I wasn't even counting the seconds that passed.

—You… —I gave her a “go to hell” gaze.

—Changing the subject —she left her right hand alone and waved it from side to side, leaving only the left side of her head over the remaining hand—. You prepare your own food, right?

—Yes, that's right —deciding to leave my annoyance I adapted another expression—. Even while I was living with mom and dad I used to make the food, they say I cook very well for being so young.

—Is that so? —With a short mocking laugh she saw my bento—. I also prepare my food, although sometimes I prefer to eat something different and I pass by a nearby mini market on the way to school and buy something. Those are the days that I take a little detour and I tell you to continue by yourself.

After a couple of years I finally learned the reason why there were mornings when Monica told me to keep my way to school and after about three minutes walking, she caught up with me again.

—I guess you made it yourself today.

She nodded.

—That's right, I felt in the perfect mood and even decided to make a really special one.

—I see…

The happy expression on her face changed to a slightly disappointed one without taking her eyes off my face, I tried to ignore her while I tasted a little of my cooking but it ended up disturbing me that she did not turn her gaze away.

—Something wrong?

—Are you not going to ask me why I decided to make such a special bento today? Because... it could be due to many re-

—That's because we started dating.

—Tsch... you're not supposed to ask me now... “Oh? Special food for a special occasion? Could it be that my beautiful girlfriend wants to feed me using her chopsticks to put her delicious food in my mouth?”

—Y-YOU! WHAT'S H-HAPPENING WITH YOU?! —I hit my table, taking the attention of the few people in the classroom and standing up.

—YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO READ A GIRL'S THOUGHTS! —She screamed dropping her hands violently on the table and making a louder noise getting up as well.

Piercing gazes passed through us, I could feel like they had poison in them. We both got embarrassed and sat in silence.

—Y-you're supposed to be the only one here who can read thoughts...

—You know very well that I don't read your thoughts deliberately...

I scratched my head trying to read the situation better, never before in my life I felt like being a dense person at all, despite being a shameful person and sometimes ignoring things in front of others, in the vast majority of situations I am able to read the situation and the people, a quality that unfortunately seems to be totally disabled with Monica.

—Ahem… —I cleared my throat—. Sorry for being so unperceptive...

—Uh… —She began to roll her hair with one finger—. Don't mind it, it was just a nonsense of mine.

—It wasn't… you just wanted to express your feelings to me and I didn't know how to identify them, that was terrible of me.

—Of course not... I'm just a bit capricious, you didn't do anything wrong, I was being cryptic.

—I mean, a boyfriend should be able to sync up and know what his partner thinks, right?

—We've only been dating for one day. Do you think that in one day you can understand another person and their thought process perfectly? That’s insulting in a way.

—Tsch —embarrassed and giving up on this apology, I decided to leave it—. Either way, sorry.

—You just wanted to be the one to apologize, right? You've always been like this, I knew you'd say that in the end, hehe.

—Always? W-wait! We've been dating for a day, but we've known each other for much longer!

—How can I say it... just don't pay attention to it, I was messing with you.

We both chose to leave that topic there.

A couple minutes passed in silence while I ate my rice slowly, not knowing what to say to change the uncomfortable atmosphere of the moment.

—So… um… do you want me to taste your food?

—Mm —she left her chopsticks in her mouth a little longer after hearing that—. Sure, wow, I thought you'd never ask me.

—Well then…

When I was about to grab some of the food in her bento with my own chopsticks, she pushed them aside with hers and took a selection of different food from her meal with her pair.

—Okay then, open your moooouuuth —she said as she brought the food to my face.

—H-hey, I can do it myself... —I protested.

—Well, I'd be a terrible girlfriend if I didn't do this myself, this is a great opportunity since you came to a battle that you can't win all by yourself by asking me for food.

—You offered it in the first place! Besides… you just took them out of your mouth… —My cheeks reddened.

—Mm, does my saliva disgust you?

—You know it's not that, you idiot!

—Don’t think about the indirect kiss, think about this delicious food! You're not going to get anywhere as a boyfriend if you worry about those little things —she looked away.

—You’re ashamed too! —I took advantage of the slightest drop in her guard to counter it with her own dirty tricks.

—O-of course not! Damn... just accept it!

This time there was nothing I could do, I wanted to avoid a new embarrassing scene like the one that happened the last time I ended up being overcome in all aspects by this insufferable girl so I tried to block my entire thought process and concentrate on tasting her food as much as I could, who could imagine that something so trivial would be so complicated?

—Thanks for the food… —Embarrassed, I opened my mouth.

She placed her chopsticks inside my mouth and I brought my lips together, then she withdrew them, leaving the contents inside. Slowly, I began to chew and taste the cooking of the girl who fed me.

—Mm... It's so good!

—Does it surprise you? Were you thinking that I couldn’t cook something good?

—Huh? No!

—I know, just kidding.

—Seriously Monica… lower the dose of your jokes a bit... you're going to drive me crazy...

After chewing and tasting properly I swallowed with delight and feeling every minimal detail. Feeling somewhat guilty that she was the only one sharing, I thought about offering her a bit of my own cooking.

—Do you want to try a little of my food?

—Really? Thank you very much, to be honest your food looks very appetizing and I have never tried it before.

Now that I think about it, it’s something weird that despite having been friends for more than a year we had never tried each other's food but I suppose these will be some of those benefits for certain people when they start to be in a relationship of this kind.

—But I'll take it myself, thanks —she smiled, bringing her chopsticks closer.

—I’m suppose-

I tried to move, I was totally paralyzed.

—I'm sorry Danny, but I'm not ready to kiss a boy indirectly, maybe another day.

THAT DAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL!!!!

—Well then, thanks for the food! —She placed her selective choice inside her mouth.

My body returned to normal a moment later when I saw that she dropped her chopsticks over the table. Her expression went blank and a shadow loomed over her sight, remaining totally immobile, I was ready to fear the worst, I have a strange problem with my palate and the food I prepare is actually something that can be classified as a chemical weapon; she will die in a few seconds. I imagined that scenario.

—M-Monica? Is my food that bad…?

Even though I was sure that was the case, I decided to give the last word to her who was still not even breathing. A moment later I saw her body start to shake, at first being a subtle shaking but it started escalating to a worrying level. I intoxicated her!

—Monica!

When I was about to get up to go over and help her who-knows-how, she raised her hand indicating me to stop.

—s... k...

—Huh?

—ts… k... —Her eyes began to overflow a cataract of tears, it was as if a dam had broken inside her.

—I-I-I-I’m sor...

Before I could finish apologizing, she completed her previous babbling.

—It's... okay... —Tears didn't stop flowing.

I was paralyzed, but not because she had done it but because I felt completely confused.

—Marry me… live with me… just cook for me… my love… —Getting up from her seat, she stood to the right of mine and knelt down, taking my hand.

—This is another one of your jokes!?

—Seriously… please… —She began to stroke her cheek using my hand—. I want you to be only mine... that food... no one else should be able to taste it apart from me...

A fleeting memory passed through my mind, oh… what was this all about… how irresponsible of me, how could I forget it?

***

The day I finished elementary school we came home a bit late as we were walking from store to store, that day my parents bought me many things. Upon arrival I decided to do something that I had never done before.

—Mom, Dad, as a present for today I'll make dinner!

Very pleased and happy, they agreed to let me prepare dinner that day.

Since I can remember I have cooked for myself, my oldest memories go back to when I was in the second year of primary school, since then I prepared my own food every morning, although of course or my mother or father always watched me so I was not going to take an injury in the kitchen, many times I asked them why they didn’t forbid their young son to do something so dangerous but they replied that I didn’t stopped protesting and crying until they let me do it while they watched me.

Never in my life did I cook for them, that dinner was the only time that I decided to do something special for them and they agreed to try my cuisine. After finishing cooking, everyone took their seats and thanked me for the food.

—Itadakimasu!

After thanking in unison, each one began to take a spoonful of their own dishes, this thanks to the fact that my mother could never get used to eating with chopsticks so at home we use common cutlery, from time to time my father and I use chopsticks, it was always more fun for me so I used to keep them for school lunch.

Joyful for the pleasant moment I started eating as I always did but something different from what I imagined happened. Both my father and my mother dropped their cutlery, letting it fall with a noise as it hit the floor. Back then I was unable to understand what happened and kept eating while speaking with my mouth full.

—Mmm, Shommething wmuong?

Their faces remained blank with their eyes darkened and totally immobile until I saw that they both began to shed tears, I began to worry and swallowed to get closer to mom.

—A-are you okay?!

She didn't said anything concrete, she could only babble something.

—ry… me...

Her arms wrapped around my then slimmer and smaller body and hugged me as she knelt on the floor, dropping her engagement ring.

—Danny… marry me… just cook for me… my love…

—Wha-? —I weren’t able to understand the meaning behind those words.

—Seriously... please —she took my hand smaller than hers and began to caress her cheek with it—. I want you to be only mine... that food... no one else should be able to taste it... apart from me...

—What?

While I was immersed in some kind of trance, someone pushed my mother away from me with a push, returning into my senses I saw my father holding her with his face full of tears that didn’t stop flowing. My mother's attitude turned into a more violent one, one that I never saw before as she tried to get away.

—Danny! —He said with a faint voice—. Go up to your room and lock yourself, put the bed behind the door, run!

—B-but what are you doing?!

—JUST DO IT!

Never before had my father spoken to me in that tone, with tears forming in my eyes, I ran as fast as I could to my room up the stairs, locked the door and pushed my bed, blocking the entrance. Moments later I felt heavy, rapid footsteps that stopped in front of my door.

—Danny… it's mom… please… OPEN THE DOOR, I NEED YOU TO COOK FOR ME! —Her voice sounded psychotic, she started kicking the door—. OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW!

—Don't! It's a trap!

I could hear struggles and groans from the other side of the door, after a few moments the sounds were heard going down the stairs, it was a mystery to me what happened next.

The next day, I gathered up my courage and left my room after a whole night of reclusion, going down the stairs, I found my mother sleeping on my father's lap and he stroking her head with terribly red eyes.

—Danny... listen to me...

***

—“Never cook for someone again... only do it if you are determined to marry that person...”

I quoted those words of my father in a tone almost imperceptible to the human ear.

—Danny...

Remembering that scene, I took a few quick steps backward, knocking my chair to the floor and leaving Monica on her knees on the floor.

—Ah... Danny...

I just realized that… when I offered Monica my food, I signed the death sentence of the world, no, the entire universe.

—M-Monica... calm down, we need to talk about thi-

—There's nothing we need to talk about, I just… I need to make you mine right now… to take you with me at all times… that you only cook for me at all times… that… you become part of my body and my soul…

Those words may seem stupid and harmless coming from anyone else, but when the divinity who can make the entire earth pale under the slightest part of her body utters them, they could have made the most masculine, brave and muscular of men cry effortlessly.

My mind stopped, I could only think of running frantically leaving the classroom and moving as far as possible and as fast as my legs allowed me to run through the hallways.

Feeling the gazes from other students who saw me running I didn’t paid them any attention, some teacher who saw me yelled at me, in my mind I apologized to each and every one and kept running. Blinking for a brief moment I collided with an immovable body that a moment ago was not there which made me fall backwards, but all my suspicions that occurred in a fraction of a second were confirmed when I opened my eyes again.

—Danny… where are you going?

The people around stared at her dumbfounded, this time it was not because of her magnificent presence or her beautiful appearance; it was because she appeared in front of me out of nowhere.

My blood ran cold, my head was filled with the infinite possibilities and possible destinations for the end of the world that could occur at any moment since she’s not under the control of her own emotions, she’s some kind of empty shell that succumbed to my food. How long would that hypnosis last? How strong is its effect? I don't know the answer to any of those questions.

When I was about to get up to resume my run in the opposite direction, I became aware, fully aware of the gravity of my actions, of the stupidity and irresponsibility of my decision. There is no way I can escape from Monica, no matter how fast I run there’s no way to escape from someone who can simply appear in front of you at any moment or grow so large that can have an entire planet in the palm of her hand, I could run for a lifetime in her hand and still couldn't escape. In fact it was the worst decision imaginable, if I simply listen to her designs and cook for her, that could avoid any violent turn of the situation by giving her what she wants, however cooking for her means two things, the first is that by guiding myself by the common sense, the fact that she eats again would mean that the period of time under that hypnosis would be extended and she would not have the opportunity to escape from it, the second would be that I don’t know what reaction a second dose of my food could cause her under this effect. I am cornered.

My own tears began to leak from my eyes, she watched me while crying with her lost smile.

—I love you, Danny.

In that instant I confirmed that she was not joking this time. It might seem ridiculous, probably exaggerated to fear her this way, but it was a powerful sensation that slowly took over my body, slowly but at the same time in an instant. I felt my soul fragment, something inside me cracked, my consciousness numbed and I just experienced...

Absolute terror.

The temperature in the corridor suddenly dropped to zero and silence took over, but then...

Footsteps were heard coming from behind me, lonely footsteps that were noticed as a lonely and weak light in the absolute darkness before dawn. The footsteps came closer until I saw a familiar back between me and Monica. Ozuma Shirogane had appeared out of all the people.

This is bad... he sure thinks he could stop her, but that's impossible, he... he can't... she can kill him in the blink of an eye...

—Dan, soon you will be able to feed her with your food normally, for now strive to make terribly bad dishes and this may will not end with the imminent universal destruction.

His words froze me and complicated my thoughts more than they already were before.

In his hand, he had a spoon with some food on it.

—Shiro…?

—But now it's too early, for you or me —saying that, he violently grabbed Monica's face and opening her mouth, he inserted the spoon inside and pulled it out in an incredibly fast movement.

I could hear a sound coming from Monica's mouth, a different one than those cold, monotonous words that she had been saying until now.

And then everything went black.

—Forget this, but don't forget what I told you, at any cost.

***

I am cornered.

My own tears began to leak from my eyes, she watched me while crying with a warm smile.

—It’s done…

When I reopened my eyes I had the sensation of something delicious going down my throat, Monica is in front of me smiling. We both went back to the moment I tried her food but the shock was too much for me as I'm still scared. Trying to escape unconditionally, I was about to fall out of the chair again, I would have fallen if it had not been for she taking my hand a moment before.

—It was a joke Danny, there's nothing to worry about.

My heart is racing, too accelerated, the fear that I felt a moment ago could even have made a fool of the one I felt the first time I experienced her immeasurable power, this time I was so terrified that I perceived how my will was broken into a thousand pieces just by the cold gaze of a beautiful pink haired high school girl.

When I felt her grip, my panic multiplied and I even tried desperately to get out of it with pure fear in my mind, not a sliver of rational thought was able to be preserved after such a disturbing and overwhelming experience.

—I'll take us home to calm you down a bit.

—L-L-L-L-LET ME GO!

I couldn’t even control the words I was saying, these were only derived from terror and the purely primitive instinct to survive after an absolute demonstration of physical and mental superiority by her, “she’s my predator, I’m not more than an ant in the palm of her hand that would be swayed at will whenever she wanted and would be that way as long as she wanted”. That was the destructive way my brain managed to express its reasoning of survival.

My consciousness clouded, a moment later I found myself lying on her lap on the bed of her room, I tried to move with all my strength only to find myself totally paralyzed, it’s true that she can do this without any complications, she can do whatever she wants, whatever she wants, whatever pleases her with me and with anyone in this world and universe, there’s no way for anyone to oppose her, there is no way for anyone to stop her, there is no method to deal with her anger, it’s impossible to hold it back, unlikely to escape from it, even make her to listen to your reasons if she gets upset with you, it would be enough just to wave her hand to kill us all in the blink of an eye, it would be enough with an insignificant breath, with a slight movement, if she wanted she could even...

—“…Could it unintentionally destroy us without even realizing it”? Don't you think you're taking your panic attack a bit far? Although... I'm not the one to complain for it, I was seriously a trashy girlfriend just now...

And although if she wanted to, it would not take her more than a millionth of a second... I hurt her feelings, the irrationality and absolute terror that took over my body and mind little by little fatigued and cooled down until they were minimized enough to be able to think clearly again.

—Have you calmed down?

By way of response, I couldn't move or speak at all, just imagine that she was listening.

Suddenly I felt how my body regained its ability to move, then I sat startled on the bed next to her, she didn’t gave me a chance to escape, just at the moment when I got up, she threw herself on me and hugged me incredibly tight.

—Forgive me... I beg you to forgive me... I know that what I did never deserve to be forgiven but... I...

She stopped her pleading when she felt it.

She felt my body shaking uncontrollably, my mind... got lost somewhere in that hug.

—I can't believe… I broke you…

I could hear sobs coming from her as she said those words, what does she mean by broken?

—ca...

Ah... I can't speak correctly, as much as I tried, I only made incoherent babbling trying to pronounce her name, my body didn’t stopped, I remained shaking, the vibrations became so intense that I even began to feel tired, it was impossible for me to communicate, my body didn’t obeyed me as I would have wanted at any time and only in the deepest part of my mind I could deliberately imagine and have thoughts free of terror.

—I…

A deafening cry.

After letting me go I fell on the bed and I couldn't move from my place to see what was happening, I could see things with an imaginary eye in my mind, then she took me with her, leaving me on my knees in front of her figure.

Monica, kneeling right in front of me, crying and secreting any amount of liquid from her mouth and nose, a slimy mixture of snot and saliva formed slightly below her mouth as they fell to the floor, one that she couldn't contain. “Forgive me, forgive me”, that was all she was able to say.

Even when I found myself paralyzed, I used superhuman will to be able to speak.

—rry…

But even so, not even in the middle of its real meaning I could express my true feelings to the crying and beautiful girl in front of me with her heart broken.

Did I do this to this girl?

Definitely me and nobody else, I broke her, her and her happiness, her constant figure. I never deserved to be with her.

My mind was blank for 168 hours straight while she did not stop to mourn for a moment, being the consequences on her face noticeable, her nose began to leave crusts with blood, her spittle was almost over and the scandalous wailing turned to weak sobs. Her knees were bleeding and her eyes bulged to the point where she did not appear to be a living human being. Right now, she isn't even a shadow of the ravishing beauty that she used to be a week ago.

And I remained immobile in that week, destroying my soul to observe how I totally broke the will of the person I loved.

I am terrible…

***

My beautiful girlfriend… she wants to feed me, so much so that she even went so far as to fight over guilt just now.

—Umh… You just did something, Monica?

—What do you mean?

—It's just... I felt a strange nostalgia —I saw around me.

—No, I haven't done anything since I stopped time, whatever then, open your mooooouuuuth — she said as she brought the food to my face.

—H-hey, I can do it myself... —I protested.

I suppose that sensation was my pure imagination, although for some reason I felt a terrible sadness that did not last more than a few seconds.

—Well, I'd be a terrible girlfriend if I didn't do this myself, this is a great opportunity since you came to a battle that you can't win all by yourself by asking me for food.

—You offered it in the first place! Besides… you just took them out of your mouth… —My cheeks reddened.

I should stop thinking about it, I usually used to daydream before I even met her.

—Mm, does my saliva disgust you?

—You know it's not that, you idiot!

—Don’t think about the indirect kiss, think about this delicious food! You're not going to get anywhere as a boyfriend if you worry about those little things —she looked away.

—You are ashamed too! —I took advantage of the slightest drop in her guard to counter it with her own dirty tricks.

After all, she wouldn't do anything bad without telling me.

—O-of course not! Damn... accept it!

—Thanks for the food… —Embarrassed, I opened my mouth.

She placed her chopsticks inside my mouth and I brought my lips together, then she withdrew them, leaving the contents inside. Slowly, I began to chew and taste the cooking of the girl who fed me.

—Mm... It's so good!

—Does it surprise you? Were you thinking that I couldn’t cook something good?

—Huh? No!

—I know, just kidding.

—Seriously... Monica, lower the dose of your jokes a bit... you're going to drive me crazy...

After chewing and tasting properly I swallowed with delight and feeling every minimal detail. Feeling somewhat guilty that she was the only one sharing, I thought about offering her a bit of my own cooking.

But… for some inexplicable reason that idea disappeared from my mind a moment later, maybe she doesn't appreciate it very much, just… I'll offer her a bit another day, today doesn't seem like a good day to do it, plus she might say something like “Huh? Do you want to feed me? Wow… you don't want to be in my debt… Is that true?”. Probably I’ll get ashamed of that and she will end up laughing at me saying it was a joke.

An event that I am not willing to suffer more times today.

After that, the rest of the classes passed normally but unfortunately none of my friends were able to stay to speak, Shiro apparently committed to something so he had to practically run away and Tomoe felt a little sick so she went to home early and everyone was still upset with me, except for Sugita but he had a date with Hanazawa so it would be the best to let them have their privacy for today.

—Do you want to stop by my house today? There are many things I want to talk to you about today!

Monica practically jumped into position in front of my seat while I was getting up.

—Oh sure, let's go then, we'll sure have fun.

—Yeah… I'm one hundred percent sure we'll have fun in many ways —with a worryingly mischievous smile, she took my arm as soon as I lifted my bag.

I feel that I will regret having accepted in some way... but in the end I am her boyfriend and I love her so much, so much that I would never be able to hurt her feelings.

This is a school day with my girlfriend, Monica Riedel, maybe a little to my disappointment, a normal one like any other.