There weren't very many students left in the building. Naturally enough. As soon as exams were over, the vast majority rushed away to make the most of the week-long break. Though I thought about skipping out and going into town, I stayed at school for a while longer.
It was the responsibility of a member of the student council to check in on the welfare of the student body, I thought to myself with sarcasm. Truth was, I would probably be staying after school a lot more than I would ever want. Alice and the others were long gone and all of the second year classrooms were empty. The seniors, probably skittish about the upcoming entrance exams, had also abandoned school quickly. It was only in the first year classrooms that I found any sign of life.
“...that's how it is,” a nervous sounding male was talking in I-A, “so please go out with me Flan!”
Nothing sordid was going on, for a change. A simple love confession in a classroom painted red by the setting sun. Brushing aside thoughts that perhaps I was becoming a voyeur, I stood by the door and watched the scene unfold.
“...I don't really know you,” the popular little blonde girl replied. She didn't sound callous so much as uncertain. Not that it did the guy any favors either way. She was sitting on a desk with her back against a window, her legs swinging back and forth gently into the air. The long socks she wore weren't part of the dress code. Nor was the ribbon tied to the left side of her hair, creating a side ponytail. “I'm sorry but I don't think I can answer your feelings.”
“But Flan! I'd climb the highest mountain for you, swim across the broadest ocean and do anything you asked! I'd kiss the ground you walked on and then kiss your feet if you wanted. Just give me a chance! I swear that you won't regret it.”
Flan giggled, “you sure have a funny way of expressing your love.”
“I'm dead serious,” he said, being annoyingly insistent. He sounded too desperate to get anywhere with her. I was certain of it. The fool didn't know how to do a proper love confession. Amateur. “I'll do anything you ask if you were to favor me.”
“Mm...” the girl put a hand on her chin as if she was trying to think about something difficult. “Alright, let's try it,” she said softly.
“Oh thank you!” the guy exclaimed happily, “I can't believe that you're going to go out with me!”
“I didn't mean it like that,” she said. “I meant, I want to see you kiss my feet. Right now. You said you'd do anything I asked.” Flan slid off one of her shoes brusquely, like she was impatient.
“Oh...” the guy seemed to be at a loss. Yeah, I didn't expect that turn of events either. “Sure, ok, I'll do it,” he said, apparently trying to convince himself it was a good idea. He got down on his knees and gently cupped Flan's foot with his hands. He hesitated, not a good sign, while Flan looked on with what could only be described as an almost sadistic curiosity. Her smile broadened as he tentatively and haltingly brought his lips towards the tip of her foot. With a sudden jab-like motion, he planted a quick peck over her thin black and white striped socks.
“That wasn't much of a kiss, don't you think?” Flan sounded immensely disappointed. I could see the poor soul tense up.
“S-sorry!” he was in way over his head. Still, his desire to please her seemed earnest enough. He brought his mouth back towards her foot and once again planted another kiss. It was a proper one. And, as if to prove that his dedication wasn't lacking, he began to kiss every single one of her toes.
Flan laughed uncontrollably, “stop that you idiot, you're tickling me too much!” She grabbed her sides, trying to control her spasms. Ewww!” she exclaimed between fits, “you're slobbering all over my socks. What kind of pervert licks a girl's toe without asking first?”
“I'm sorry!” the guy fumbled backwards, in a panic. “Flan's foot was just too small and cute and I couldn't help myself. I-I hope that I've proven my sincerity.”
“All that you've proven is that you're not my type,” Flan said coldly, popping off the desk and picking up her missing shoe. “You have no self control and you don't listen well to directions. Besides, like I told you, I barely know you. A cute little girl like me can't just start going out with random people because you happen to have a foot fetish. That's disgusting.”
“B-but I was only doing as you asked!” the guy complained, to no avail. He was already on his knees but his supplications fell on deaf ears.
“I'd only date someone tall and cool anyways, like that upperclassmate who has been watching you grovel like a worm,” she tilted her head at me with a cutesy little smile.
“Hello,” I mumbled.
“Nice to meetcha!” she said, completely ignoring the poor fool on the floor. Was he crying? The idiot. “You're probably in my sister's year, aren't you?”
“Remilia?” I said, recalling her surname, “yeah I've seen her once or twice.”
“Oohhhh~” she giggled, lowering her voice, “it looks like you know her big secret too. My sister is a naughty girl and a bad example for Flan, don't you think?”
“I, uh... don't know what you're talking about,” I didn't feel comfortable admitting that sort of thing to someone I just met. She smiled mischievously, tiptoeing around me as if trying to read my mind just by looking at me. The poor classmate was forgotten and her attention was turned solely to me.
“It's alright. Flan is really good at reading the perverted thoughts of others. I don't think she's fully into girls so much as she's into Sakuya. So you still have a shot in getting in the middle of that. That is, if you like that sort of thing. I think that you like all sorts of girls and all sorts of naughty situations. You're a big, grown-up guy after all.” Flan giggled, like a precocious little vixen, “say, Mr. Handsome Upperclassman, what do you think of Flan? And be honest. I'll get mad if you try to lie to me.”
[] She's cute alright. That ribbon really suited her. I could understand why she had such a fanatic fanbase.
[] It didn't matter what I thought. I had a strict policy of not getting involved with younger girls. They were too much trouble.
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>>59624 Please don't do that. Yeah, you're completely right. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy if you never actually vote for the other characters. But there's more diplomatic ways of going about it. Please don't be aggressive to other people in this thread. Jerl is right about the resentment.
