Nozomi barges into the classroom, almost 30 minutes late as always. She just snickers, that same lazy smirk on her face Yo, teach. Am I late? Nah, I don't really care. She laughs an tosses her bag on her chair—of course, she picked the chair next to you. The window seat. She smiles warmly at you—weird. Hey, pretty princess. You still like that boy, or did I finally win your heart?
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