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Sorry for the following long greentext story Novelites, someone posted a Shiori koikatsu card and when I saw her in the default school uniform my neurons fired up; i just want to consentually breed her with lovey-dovey hand-holding missionary sex with the intent of having enough children for my dork goth wife to start a book club with
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> The bell rang, signaling that class has just begun.
> You're about to review material for an upcoming midterm that you need to pass, otherwise, your chances of passing are close to nil and you'd end up having to take it again over the summer and waste your vacation.
> Unfortunately you ended up oversleeping this morning and you forgot to bring a lot of your review materials in your haste to make it to school before the gates closed.
> You sit in the back of the class, so luckily you can move your desk close to your buddy and share his book without attracting too much attention.
> He's out sick today.
> You're unsure what to do, so you start looking around the class hoping some of your friends might somehow have an extra book.
> Suddenly you feel your desk jolt a little, and as you look to your left you see an unnaturally pale girl with white and black dyed hair moving her desk close to yours.
> You recognize her as one of your more eccentric classmates.
> You've been in the same class with her for a few years now, but you've never taken the chance to really talk to her.
> You heard rumors about her though, that she was a bit of a chuuni and called herself an "Archiver" or something like that, whatever the hell that meant.
> Gossip that she was being bullied by some of your peers for how much she stood out was going around too. Honestly, being around her felt like it would've attracted trouble to you, and since you wanted to keep your head down you avoided getting too close to her. You loaned her an umbrella once, but that was the extent of your interactions with her.
> "Novel-" you whisper to her, wondering what she's up to.
> "I-it's Shiori, Anon-kun..." she whispers back, cutting you off.
> She wordlessly shoves her book in between your desks, letting you read off of it and you take it as a sign to shut up and stop questioning her, accepting her help with a quiet nod in gratitude. You pull out a notebook that you managed to bring at the very least and start writing notes on the teacher's lecture.
> You look over at her notebook and see that her own notes are meticulously detailed, with neat and girlish handwriting. Off to the sides of the pages, you can see a few sketches of dripping eyeballs and an odd-looking mini-octopus with the word "Yorick" scribbled above it. You're not too sure if that's a mascot or a logo for some obscure band.
> She shifts in her seat and her hair moves accordingly, revealing her cross-shaped earrings and Madison piercing on her neck. You raise an eyebrow, as you never took her to be a fan of piercings.
> She notices your gaze and blushes slightly, and she moves to hide her adornments before resuming to write her notes while tapping your side of the desk to suggest that you do the same.
> At some point, her eraser falls and you take it upon yourself to pick it up for her. Crouching beneath your side of the conjoined tables you manage to grab it, but something catches your attention.
> You see her bag slightly open, and the contents are peeking out slightly. It's a few CDs from bands like Sum 41, Rise Against, and even Linkin Park.
> You're a big fan of foreign rock music from that era, but nobody else in your circle of friends was as far as you knew. You grin a bit, having found a new possible comrade-in-arms to discuss music with.
> As much as you'd like to start talking to her now, you've still got the rest of the class to deal with.
> A few hours pass in class, how much you're unsure of. All you know is that your hand is getting tired from all the writing, yet your partner off to the side looks much the same as at the start of it all.
