Making Friends
Mikan's POV:
After turning in for the night, I found myself finally able to rest. Not that I didn't like them or anything, but... well it was draining to talk to my classmates. It felt like they were all so much more confident than me, and somehow that just made me even less confident.
Well, confidence or no, time was still going to march on and I had to wake up. Yawning a bit as I rub my eyes, I get out of bed. It seems as if Kokichi was still asleep... I hope he doesn't wind up sleeping in too late.
With that thought in mind, I open a few packages and get to work on my morning routine: brushing my teeth, a drink of water, brushing my hair. Once all of that is finished, I take out my uniform, but I don't immediately put it on. I stand there, staring at it for a few moments.
I really am here, aren't I? In hopes peak, labeled as an ultimate and not... something else. At least for now.
I wave that thought out of my mind and begin getting dressed in the bathroom. When I get out Kokichi is still asleep. My mild sense of concern turns into worry... should I wake him up? No no, I shouldn't, right? Because that would be bothering him, right? But, if he's late...
In the middle of my solitary debate, Kokichi began to stir. Noticing this, I tensed up before quickly exiting the room. Reminder to self: just let others be.
Kokichi's POV:
When I woke up, I heard the sound of a door closing- it seems like my roommate had already left, huh? Yawning a bit, I rub my eyes as I look at the clock. Oh. Seven minutes until breakfast starts. Seeing that, I sleepily got out of bed and began getting dressed.
By the time I finish actually getting ready, I'm already a minute late for breakfast. Well, it's not like I cared much anyways. Knowing that I'm already going to be late anyway, I take my time getting down to the cafeteria. Seems like newer classes have opted to sit at the same tables because I recognize everyone from my class sitting at the same one.
"How dare you keep us waiting, you degenerate male!" I heard the annoying bitch Tenko call out. Yesterday during class, the girl wouldn't stop calling every single boy a degenerate and pervert. Needless to say, she isn't gaining popularity fast... not like I was either.
"Yeah yeah, sorry not sorry. Buuuut, I'm more interested in the fact that even Kiiboys here! Can robots eat after all? Or is this just more of you pretending to be human!" I ask enthusiastically. Kiiboy, as expected, did not take kindly to this.
"Kokichi, once again I ask you to please refrain for saying robophobic remarks! I am just like all of you, rest assured!" he said, way too serious for his own good. I mean is robophobia even a thing? "Okay okay Kiiboy, I'll stop. I'm hungry anyway" I say, departing from the table to pick up some breakfast.
I walk around, looking at what kinds of breakfasts this school supplied. Of course, they had some stuff that the school supplied, but it also looked like someone else was offering his own stuff. It looked better than the food the school had, so I decided to go over there instead.
The boy in question actually looked pretty stupid though- he was the pudgy type and was wearing a stereotypical chefs uniform. However, the kicker was his dumbass hairstyle- seriously, a pompadour? That went out of style years ago.
Well even if his hair was out of style, the food he was serving wasn't- tons of breakfasts that looked more like deserts decorated the table, piquing my interest. "Hey, pompadour! Do you have any pancakes?" I ask excitedly, surveying the table.
"But of course! Any respectable chef has pancakes on the menu for breakfast. I also have crepes and other delicious breakfasts for your... pleasure~" he said, his voice creepily sultry with his last few words.
Oh god
He's a fucking creep
"Wooooooooooow okay then! I'm going to take pancakes then!" I say, wanting to end this conversation as fast as possible. "But of course! Here you go~" he said, handing me a plate of freshly cooked pancakes.
Saying my goodbyes, I take the plate back to my table. That was way too much just for some pancakes: but hey, they look better than anything the school is serving. I picked up my fork, placed some in my mouth and- well shit. This is like... the best stack of pancakes I've ever had. Taking that into mind, I guess he's the ultimate chef or something.
Keeping that in mind, I happily nom on my breakfast until the bell rings.
Mikan's POV:
"And then Ibuki ate the entire barrel of strawberries, just to prove him wrong!" said the colorful ultimate musician, Ibuki Mioda. She was an energetic girl who had a mainly black and white color scheme with hints of pink and blue. Now as to why she referred to herself in the first person, I don't know, but she actually tolerated me so I didn't really mind.
"And that's how Ibuki got her first manicure!" she said, puffing out her chest and nose in a proud way. "W-Wow... that was an um, r-really interesting story!" I say, meaning the words that I said but not really knowing how to convey them.
"Pfft, I beg to differ. Seriously how stupid can a story get?! An entire barrel of strawberries?! For a bet? That's like the dumbest thing I've ever heard!" said Hiyoko, snickering with a hand placed in front of her mouth.
"Hiyoko, what did I tell you about manners?" exclaimed an exasperated Mahiru, who then turned to Ibuki- "I think it was a great story." she said, a smile on her face. However, a huffing Hiyoko pointed to another girl at the table- this girl was Sonia Nevermind the ultimate princess, who was currently absorbed in her phone. "Oh come on! I'm not the only one who thinks the story is dumb."
At being pointed out, the pretty blond turned to face the rest of the group, lowering her phone a bit. "Ah, I'm sorry. I suppose this is rather rude of me- it's just that there is a very interesting article that I'm reading right now" she said with a soft smile.
"Huh? What of?" asked Ibuki, who had placed her hand above her eyes as if searching for something. "Why, about a serial killer! Genocider Syo! Apparently, there has been another killing recently, and this one is rather interesting to me!" said Sonia, a bright smile on her face.
Hiyoko, who was drinking water at the time, spit it out "Y-You're kidding me?! What are you, some kind of psycho?! Don't talk about serial killers like that! Jesus and I thought pig barf over there was a freak already!" she said, jabbing a thumb in my direction. I found myself cringing, but before Mahiru could scold Hiyoko like always-
"Hey, don't talk about Miss Sonia like that!" said the ultimate mechanic Kazuichi, pointing an accusing finger at Hiyoko. All this did was make her snicker though- "Oh, what? Is she your girlfriend?" she asked. "H-Huh? Well I mean-" the purple haired mechanic stumbled over his words, his anxiety not being helped by Sonia's attentive stares. "Pfffffft thought not. As if someone like a princess would go out with trash like yo-"
"Hey, stop it." said someone new- Chiaki Nanami, the ultimate gamer. Her hood was still up, but she had put down her gaming console to address the situation. "This is just becoming bullying at this point. We're classmates, we should get along." she says, her gaze stern but her cheeks slightly puffed.
"Hmpf, fine. If you're going to beg like that" she said, crossing her arms and puffing her own cheeks out. The argument finally over, I breathe a sigh of relief. Once I lift my head up, however, I find Ibuki has leaned across the table to whisper something to me- "Woah, that got like, super tense huh?" she said. I nod, and whisper back "Y-Yeah... it g-got really scary with all the yelling..." I say, fidgeting with my hands in my lap. "Well, Ibuki still thinks that we're off to a great start!" she says, a bright smile on her face.
I couldn't help but smile back, as we all finished up our breakfast together... as a class. As friends.
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