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Report 1, by Yotsumura Amane
It was Tuesday, 12:48 a.m. at the JCC. This morning was Weapon History and Physical Education, both of which Amane excelled in. Now, it was lunchtime, and the younger Seba-san was sitting next to him, talking about Toramaru-san.
“And ugh, I just don’t get why she keeps visiting my brother, and she’s always so cheerful when she talks to him!” Seba-san complained.
“But isn’t Toramaru-san always cheerful?” Amane asked.
“No, but you don’t get it! She’s more hyperactive than usual and she’s blushing all the time, and she’s so excited when she talks to him, and her eyes light up, and she’s always looking at him, and her pupils dilate, and she gets so close to him, and her body language is the same as when she talks about Sakamoto!”
That was probably the single longest sentence that Amane has heard Seba-san said. Amane personally didn’t notice those details when he sees Toramaru-san interacting with the older Seba-san. It seems that Seba-san is paying close attention to Toramaru-san. Amane has seen similar behavior when someone flirts with Shin when the older Seba-san is around, so he comes to what he thinks is a pretty obvious conclusion.
“Seba-san, could it be that you’re jealous of your brother?” Amane asked. At this, Seba-san’s face flushed a bright red that was obvious even from under the mask. He turned to Amane with more force than necessary, and shouted “Of course not! Why would I be jealous of him?!”
Heads from around the dining room turned around to face them. When they realized no fight had broke out, they returned to chattering amongst themselves.
Was Seba-san not jealous? It seemed like a reasonable conclusion to him, considering all that Seba-san said. It seemed that Seba-san might be in denial. But before Amane could voice his thoughts, the bell for the first afternoon period rang. It seemed that they must’ve taken much more time than he thought, for when he looked around, there were only a few students left in the dining room. Realizing that he might be late for his class, Amane hurriedly bid goodbye to Seba-san and rushed to his lecture hall.
On the way there, he bumped into Toramaru-san. She asked him if he had seen Mafuyu. Amane told Toramaru where Seba-san was, and that was that.
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Report 2, by Joichiro Kaji
This weekend, Natsuki had decided to treat Mafuyu and his friends to a movie night in his dorm. The four of them had all settled on the couch, with Natsuki leaving midway to get some snacks. This is a horror movie made by Kanaguri, and as most of his films, has a high approval rating by audiences and critics alike.
The main characters of this film are beginning to realize that there might be a supernatural force behind what they’re experiencing. Amane was looking at the screen intently, and Nao was clutching a pillow in anticipation. Unlike the others, Mafuyu looked relatively bored with the movie. Kaji heard that he wasn’t really a fan of movies.
It seemed that the main characters were meeting the horror soon. Kaji wasn’t really scared of horror movies, more so at the ear piercing screams that the characters let out. No matter how many times he heard them, they were still such a pain.
A scream sounded through the screen. It startled Kaji so much that he grabbed the nearest object, which just so happened to be a corner of Mafuyu’s clothes. Immediately, Mafuyu turned to him and grabbed his clothes away.
Suddenly, there was another scream, but it wasn’t from the screen. Kaji heard clothes being grabbed. He turned to look, and saw Nao grabbing Mafuyu’s arm, with more force than Kaji grabbed Mafuyu. But Mafuyu didn’t take his arm away, and Kaji heard his heartbeat getting louder and louder.
“What are you doing?!” Mafuyu whisper-shouted.
“It’s scary!” Nao whisper-shouted back.
“It’s dirty!” Mafuyu whisper-shouted again, but he made no move to shove her off. Kaji couldn’t help but grimace at the double standard.
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Report 3, by Seba Natsuki
It was a busy day at the crepe stand. It had gotten more and more popular, thanks to the floating crepe. Unfortunately, that meant there was going to be more annoying costumers. One costumer, in particular, had decided that he wanted to buy ten strawberry crepes, but then he decided he didn’t want them after they finished making five. Well, at least the crepes were tasty.
Mafuyu seemed the most annoyed out of the three of them. Natsuki was used to his brother, who wanted nothing more than to be clean at all times. Mafuyu would always spray his hands with sterilizer if his and a customer’s hand accidentally touched when he was handing them their crepes. He doesn’t like other people touching him, and Natsuki wasn’t the touchy type, so it all worked out.
“Mafuyu!” Natsuki heard a voice call out for his brother. Mafuyu seemed to notice the voice immediately, as if his ears were trained specifically for recognizing her voice’s pitch and tone.
A girl with white twin braids came up to the crepe stand. It was Toramaru Nao, the girl his brother was kidnapped with during the JCC entrance exam. Natsuki supposed he really had to thank her for taking care of him, he was glad his brother now has someone of his age to get along with, even if Mafuyu had denied it when Natsuki asked if she was his friend. Natsuki had then followed up with a question of whether she is his girlfriend, to which his brother’s face heated up. Natsuki smiled at the memory. That wasn’t an expression he usually saw on his brother.
Mafuyu handed Toramaru’s strawberry and cream crepe to her. Their hands touched before Toramaru took the crepe away, but Mafuyu didn’t seem to mind, contrary to how he acted to other costumers.
“Mafuyu, help me hold up the Sakamoto plushie!” Toramaru said.
“This isn’t part of my job.” Mafuyu complained, but still complied and held up the Sakamoto plushie. Toramaru took pictures of the Sakamoto plushie and the crepe together.
“Okay! See you soon Mafuyu!” Toramaru waved goodbye and left the stand. Natsuki smiled, as he could see that his brother felt happier after Toramaru visited them. Mafuyu turned around, and seeing the expression on his brother’s face, let out a disgusted expression.