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A Here is Greenwood fan fiction story
by Ukyou Kuonji

Disclaimer: Koko wa Greenwood is the creation of Yukie Nasu, and all characters and situations therein are the property of her and Hakusensha Inc., Victor Entertainment, and the Pierrot Project. No infringement is intended.

**track fifteen**

"So… who is he? What's he like?"

"Hmm?" I'm trying to study here. Thanks to Mitsuru-sempai's help while he was hospitalized, and his own natural ability, Suka-chan's a cinch to ace his final exams. Me, I've got a lot of work to do in order to get a decent grade, and Suka-chan's third degree is not helping.

"What's this guy like?" Suka-chan looks up at me from the table in the middle of the room, which he's staked out as his study area. I stare at him from my bed, where I'm still trying to read this trigonometry textbook. It's a comfortable enough spot, but if you're not careful, you could fall asleep with your face in a textbook.

Well, at least that's one good thing out of Suka-chan's grilling — I'm not going to be falling asleep any time soon. Of course, neither am I going to get any studying done. I close the book, and stare at Suka-chan. "What guy?"

"You know… the guy who sent you those chocolates on White Day. By the way, they were pretty good… thanks."

My heart sinks a bit. I do so like white chocolate. "You ate all of them?"

He shrugs. "What else is there to do when you're flat on your back like that? Sure I did. I appreciate the gift, even if you were just getting rid of something you didn't like." Well, at least Mitsuru-sempai was right about Suka-chan believing that story. Unfortunately, it doesn't have the desired effect of discouraging him. "Anyway… do I know this guy? Or is he from your hometown or something?"

There's a sweatdrop on my neck, and somehow I know it's not from the heat. "Well, you might recognize him…"

"What's his name?"

"Uh… look, Suka-chan, I'd rather not go into this right now… I've got to pass this trig final, which means I've got to study. Can we talk about this another time?"

"Sure, sure…" And he goes back to his book. For a minute or two. "Is he cute?"

How am I supposed to be the judge of a question like that? "Gah! He's a short kid with a short fuse… kinda like the one I'M developing!"

"Okay, okay! Sheesh…" And finally, he subsides.


To be continued.

track 16
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