Fifteen Years of Entanglement with the Bomb Disposal Squad's Twin Stars

Short story, complete.

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Hello.

I'm Fuyue Yayoi.

I used to carry my camera through every street and alley, documenting the daily life of my curly-haired crush.

It was pretty stalkerish.

But my kindhearted curly-haired police officer chose to send me selfies directly, happily adding to my private collection.

He introduced me to boxing and even helped upgrade my company's security system, which led the Crow Organization to try to recruit me.

I love him to death.

There's always a smiling, purple-eyed social butterfly popping up beside my curly-haired crush, too.

We have the same popular-guy vibe. He also indirectly exposed my secret and made me leave home.

Even though I met this energetic little ball of sunshine even before I met my curly-haired crush,

Even though I found a copy of Today's Little Yayoi, Vol. 68 among his things, nearly matching the size of my own collection,

I still hate him to death.

See?

These are my two good friends.

I have no one to brag to, so I'm sneaking a peek at them with you.

Burn this after reading, or they'll come after me.

:)

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The main story is in third person.

A short story of around ten thousand words. A true friendship between brothers.

The protagonist is a little unwell, but that doesn't stop him from being a good person.

The golden-haired teacher who got traumatized makes an appearance, and Old Master Jing makes a cameo.

The class monitor is on a date. This story has no romance to gush over, so there's no class monitor.

Theme: Your background doesn't determine your future. Good things start when you make new friends.