Sweet Home

A passionate youth often begins with meeting someone. She was beautiful, with a high ponytail and delicate features, like a fairy.

She was my deskmate. She got great grades, though mine were a little worse! She loved gummies and always said that a gummy could cheer her up when she was in a bad mood. I remember she liked to stand at the entrance of the convenience store, eating gummies and listening to music.

My deskmate, he... was a bit of a chuunibyou, but that was okay. He was proud and cared a lot about his reputation, but around me, he didn't seem like the top student everyone else thought he was. He was more like a clueless fool.

Theme: I hope more people will read my novel.