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A warm, kind-faced man appeared. “Ken-chan! It’s been years! Welcome!” This was Shigeki Irie, the school’s homeroom teacher for Class A.
That night, Kotoko wrote a long, passionate letter. It wasn't to Naoki—it was about him. It was a detailed, daydream-like confession of her hidden love, from the way his hair fell over his forehead to the fact that he once returned a lost library book for a stranger. She wrote it to vent her frustration, sealing it in a pink envelope.
Looking up, mortified, she saw him. Naoki Irie. He was looking down at her with the mild annoyance one might reserve for a stray piece of gum on the sidewalk. He didn’t offer a hand. He didn’t ask if she was okay. He simply stepped over her and continued walking.
“Tomorrow,” she whispered to her pet bird, P-chan, “I’ll burn it. And I’ll forget him.”
Naoki Irie stopped two steps from the bottom. His eyes swept over Kotoko—her messy hair, the faded jeans, the slightly bewildered expression—with the exact same detached interest he’d given the fallen lunchbox.
As Kotoko trudged towards the gym for the freshman orientation, fate—or rather, sheer clumsiness—intervened.
Then, a tall, lean figure descended the stairs. He was carrying a textbook and wearing a simple gray t-shirt.
The Letter and the Fall
A warm, kind-faced man appeared. “Ken-chan! It’s been years! Welcome!” This was Shigeki Irie, the school’s homeroom teacher for Class A.
That night, Kotoko wrote a long, passionate letter. It wasn't to Naoki—it was about him. It was a detailed, daydream-like confession of her hidden love, from the way his hair fell over his forehead to the fact that he once returned a lost library book for a stranger. She wrote it to vent her frustration, sealing it in a pink envelope.
Looking up, mortified, she saw him. Naoki Irie. He was looking down at her with the mild annoyance one might reserve for a stray piece of gum on the sidewalk. He didn’t offer a hand. He didn’t ask if she was okay. He simply stepped over her and continued walking. itazura na kiss episode 1 anime
“Tomorrow,” she whispered to her pet bird, P-chan, “I’ll burn it. And I’ll forget him.”
Naoki Irie stopped two steps from the bottom. His eyes swept over Kotoko—her messy hair, the faded jeans, the slightly bewildered expression—with the exact same detached interest he’d given the fallen lunchbox. A warm, kind-faced man appeared
As Kotoko trudged towards the gym for the freshman orientation, fate—or rather, sheer clumsiness—intervened.
Then, a tall, lean figure descended the stairs. He was carrying a textbook and wearing a simple gray t-shirt. Welcome
The Letter and the Fall
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