[center][h3]Sakura Aoba[/h3][/center]

The girl ran like crazy after Aoba smiled. It was nothing new, he was used to things going like that with just about any woman he spoke to (aside from mommy), but it always did hurt his heart a little bit every time it happened. 

No use crying over spilled milk, though. The girl did seem pretty upset, even crying. It made Aoba feel bad, but it didn't seem like he could do anything about it, at least not now. 

With a heavy sigh, Aoba went back to his room. And which was his room, though? He didn't even have a dorm assigned here and he doubted the dream could actually continue even after he went to sleep. 

It'd be great if he really did manage to wake up in the real world when going to sleep in this dream one. He had a manga to finish, and little time until his mother arrived and saw that he had even gone as far as to leave school to follow his dream of being a mangaka. 

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The clothes he was wearing were really stiff. He vastly preferred hoodies because they allowed his skin to breathe a lot more. So, he had not really slept last night, without his hoodie on [s]and his teddy bear[/s].

A really loud yawn escaped his lips as he walked through the hallway. 

One thing was for sure now, though. This was not a dream. He didn't know what happened, but he was now in some kind of weird school or other. Had he been kidnapped? Had his mother gotten him to some kind of boarding school while he was sleeping? 

His initial theory of 'I'm dead, hurr durr, this must be the afterlife' had been scrapped. How could he be dead and alive at the same time? It just wasn't logical. It was more logical that his mother had gotten him to a boarding school while he was asleep. 

He had slept outside because he did not have any kind of dorm or anything to stay at. Odd that they hadn't assigned him one if his crazy mother got him there. 

In any case, he awoke and decided to go get some kind of breakfast in the cafeteria. Or some coffee out of a vending machine. Regardless, he needed something to get him out of his letargy. 

In his way there, however, he spotted an all too familiar face of which he still did not have a voice to connect to, and neither a name. 

The girl from yesterday was in the bushes, looking for something frantically. Would it be all right to approach her? Perhaps he should just go ahead and say hi... 

Yeah, he'd go with that. Or not? 

[color=blue][b]"Ah, what is a guy to do in this kind of situation? Torn between my social anxiety or talking to a girl I definitely made cry yesterday. Decisions, decisions."[/b][/color] He lifted a single arm and started reciting as such. 

Before long, a red blush crossed his face. It wasn't neither the time nor the place to be dramatic as he always was. Besides, if someone saw him it'd be really embarrassing. 

He shook his head. Least he could do was apologize, so he walked over to where the girl was and tried to smile once again as he did. 

This time it came out way more natural, but it was frightening for anyone looking at it, if they did not know that it was really hard for Aoba to force an smile like that. 

[color=blue][b]"H-Hey. U-Um, w-what are looking for? A-And s-sorry about yesterday. I-I didn't mean to scare you."[/b][/color] A stuttering mess he was. 

It was times like these that he wished he could turn on his dramatic switch and stop saying barely understandable gibberish. 

His smile slowly started to relax, however, and his expression seemed a lot more natural, before becoming stiff again after remembering that not only was he speaking to an stranger but a FEMALE stranger.

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