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You sigh. Damn it, it's the first day of the new school year already. The summer break is finally over and you... you did nothing out of the ordinary over its' course, unlike your classmates. They had been to the seaside, the mountains, had been on trips, and you... spent your entire summer reading and drawing. Nothing unusual there, you're an otaku. And a big one at that. You started drawing a manga with a friend, but now your works have to wait until the first three weeks of school pass, mostly because you want to get back into the rhythm of it all. You look into the mirror and check your uniform again. Perfect. You take your bag and leave the house, thinking about the fact that you are an year older, and now... you remember your crush.
Mister Vargas Lovino, the guy from the Italian class. Ah, how much you've dreamed about that boy. The chocolate hair, the warm hazel eyes that made your body temperature rise. At first, you tried to forget him, tried to convince yourself the age gape isn't convenient, the popularity would intervene, but when he became friends with you, you just couldn't help giving in. You admitted to yourself that it was a crush, yet kept it to yourself.
When you arrive at the school gates, you see Elizabeta talking to Francis and Antonio. Antonio sees you and smiles.
"Hey! (Name)! Come over here!", he shouts.
You look around awkwardly, not used to this kind of situation. More people turn to glance at you in passing, making your face color lightly as you try to hide it, despite it being useless. You are a shy person by nature, something not easy to change after 16 years of living this way. As you make you way to them you feel a hand on your shoulder.When you look towards its' owner, you see your Prince Charming, Lovino. He's grinning.
"I hope we will be in the same class, belle" he murmurs amiably, his strong Italian accent showing.
"M-me too", you stammer, managing a soft upturning of the corners of your lips.
"Fratello! Come here for a second!", you hear Feliciano, Lovino's brother, call. The brunette apologizes, returning the smile.
"Ciao, mia bella", he sighs, turning towards his brother.
Aye, aye! This is going to be an interesting year.
Mister Vargas Lovino, the guy from the Italian class. Ah, how much you've dreamed about that boy. The chocolate hair, the warm hazel eyes that made your body temperature rise. At first, you tried to forget him, tried to convince yourself the age gape isn't convenient, the popularity would intervene, but when he became friends with you, you just couldn't help giving in. You admitted to yourself that it was a crush, yet kept it to yourself.
When you arrive at the school gates, you see Elizabeta talking to Francis and Antonio. Antonio sees you and smiles.
"Hey! (Name)! Come over here!", he shouts.
You look around awkwardly, not used to this kind of situation. More people turn to glance at you in passing, making your face color lightly as you try to hide it, despite it being useless. You are a shy person by nature, something not easy to change after 16 years of living this way. As you make you way to them you feel a hand on your shoulder.When you look towards its' owner, you see your Prince Charming, Lovino. He's grinning.
"I hope we will be in the same class, belle" he murmurs amiably, his strong Italian accent showing.
"M-me too", you stammer, managing a soft upturning of the corners of your lips.
"Fratello! Come here for a second!", you hear Feliciano, Lovino's brother, call. The brunette apologizes, returning the smile.
"Ciao, mia bella", he sighs, turning towards his brother.
Aye, aye! This is going to be an interesting year.
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