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Romance Kingdom! ~Sugar Sweet Destiny~ DAY 1

My name is Y/N. I’m a student at Kingdom High School. Room 1-C over there is my classroom.

Why is the atmosphere so chaotic, you ask?

Spring at Kingdom High school is usually like that. The garden lined with 100-year-old cherry blossom trees is a famous flower-viewing spot.

It’s said that a walk around the school yard under the falling flower petals will turn even enemies into lovers. Essentially, it’s the season of love.

Naturally, I’m one of the popular students, so I’m quite excited for this time of the year. The weather today is great as well, so it just feels like something romantic is about to happen!

……

*Sigh* If only…

I pretend like I don’t care, but lately even I find my heart beating a bit faster as I wait for something romantic to happen…

…I wonder, could there be anyone who has such feelings for me?

As soon as I had that thought, I heard my name from the other end of the hallway.

Classmate 1: Hey, isn’t this Y/N’s locker?! Classmate 2: Oh my god!! Classmate 2: Y/N!! Looks like someone confessed to you!! Y/N: …No way.

As I approached my locker with my classmates surrounding me, I saw a heart-shaped box of chocolates and a small letter inside.

I carefully opened the envelope and read the neatly written letter inside. It said, ‘I would like to take a walk with you by the lake one day.’

Classmate 3: Wow! They said they want to go on a walk with you… That’s so romantic. Classmate 1: It is spring, after all… Y/N is about to enter the season of LOVE! Congrats! Y/N: Wait a minute. This doesn’t say who it’s from thought. Y/N: Don’t tell me… are you playing a prank on me?! Classmate 1: No way! Why would we do something like that? Y/N: Are you sure??

Could it be… that something romantic is about to happen to me?

But what can I do about it when I have no idea who the sender is?!

I left my teasing friends in the hall and entered the classroom to sit down.

My heart was pounding and I felt almost dizzy from excitement. This day was going to be special, I could feel it!

Classmates: Oi! Y/N! I heard you got a box of chocolates? Show us! C’mon!

How annoying! I managed to escape from my teasing classmates and sat down in my seat.

Herbert Hoo: Y/N. Are you okay? You seem tired.

That’s Herbert Hoo, my childhood friend.

He has a passion for plants and they weirdly seem to like him as well, so the gardening club already had their eyes on him as a potential member before he even started school here.

On his first day of school, the entire gardening club ran out to welcome him.

Outside of his passion for plants, he’s a kind and gentle friend who has followed me around since I was young because of his shy nature.

I guess he doesn’t know about the whole secret admirer thing yet…

Y/N: So, uh… Someone left this box of chocolate in my locker. Weird, right?

I took one of the heart-shaped chocolates and ate it. Mhm, tasty.

Herbert Hoo: Wow, you received a box of chocolates? That’s so nice! Y/N: Yeah, I received a letter as well. Y/N: I would like to take a walk with you by the lake one day. Y/N: Is what it said. Herbert Hoo: Wow…

A) I wonder who gave me this?

Y/N: I wonder who gave me this? Herbert Hoo: Well, it seems like the sender wanted to hide their identity… Herbert Hoo: So perhaps it’s better to leave it to the unknown? Y/N: It still bothers me though… Y/N: The chocolate is tasty, and the letter is written so neatly. Y/N: It seems like they really made an effort, so I’m curious who it is. Herbert Hoo: Well… how about looking for them discreetly? Y/N: Discreetly? Herbert Hoo: Yes, there must be a reason why the sender decided to keep it a secret, right? Y/N: That’s true. This school is full of students who gossip, so things could get messy quickly. Y/N: Thank you, Herbert. I’ll take your advice and be careful in my search.

B) It must be a prank.

Y/N: It must be a prank. Herbert Hoo: Surely it isn’t! You’re a good person, Y/N. I would not be surprised if someone had a crush on you. Y/N: I’m a good person? Herbert Hoo: Of course, Y/N. You always make an effort to speak to every student with sincerity. It wouldn’t be strange if one of them liked you! Y/N: Heh, thank you. Then I suppose I should look for the sender of this letter. Herbert Hoo: Huh? Are you saying you’ll look for the sender even though you don’t actually want to go on a walk with them? Y/N: It’s like you said, if there’s someone out there who likes me that much, shouldn’t I at least find them and thank them? Herbert Hoo: You’re really brave, Y/N… Herbert Hoo: The sender will have had a reason to hide their identity, so if you choose to look for them, it’s a good idea to be discreet. Y/N: That’s true. Alright, I’ll be careful in my search. Thank you, Herbert!

Herbert Hoo: Heh… You must be excited. Good luck, Y/N! Rachel Raspberry: Oh? What’s all this commotion? Rachel Raspberry: My, my, my. Did our dear Y/N receive chocolates and a letter? I’m impressed! Let’s see that. Y/N: Uh-uh. Nope. …Huh? Wait, Rachel! Give it back!

Dang it. She’s totally gonna make a scene.

I tried to hide the box of chocolates and the letter but Rachel was faster. Seriously?

…Sigh. This quick pink-haired student is the class rep and star of our school’s fencing club, Rachel Raspberry.

She’s a child prodigy when it comes to swordsmanship. I heard that she easily defeated a high schooler champion when she was just in middle school.

I also heard that bullies from a neighboring high school dared to get in a fight with her not knowing who she was… but she single-handedly took care of EVERYONE with just a stick. A STICK…!

I don’t know how much of that is true, but honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised knowing Rachel.

Good grades, amazing swordsmanship, looks like an angel, but still down to earth by being brutally honest. Everyone wants to be her friend and I’m pretty sure she has her own fan club.

She probably received the most chocolates and confessions in our class. So why is someone like her showing interest in MY letters?

Rachel Raspberry: “…take a walk with you by the lake one day.” That’s it? And you don’t know who it’s from? BORING. Y/N: Excuse me? Y/N: Oh, sorry. It’s just a matter of personal preference, I guess. These mystery confessions are just dull and so old-fashioned. Rachel Raspberry: I mean, if you want to express your feelings, why all the secrecy? Be confident! Just say it! “I like you! I can make you happy!” Rachel Raspberry: If you don’t have the guts to say that out loud, then why bother? Rachel Raspberry: What do you think, Y/N? You can’t possibly like a creeper who lurks behind the shadows and has to secretly confess their feelings?

A) You’re right. This is pretty creepy.

Y/N: No! No way would I be interested in someone this creepy. Y/N: So, do you get a lot of these? I mean, but then again, you’re Rachel Raspberry, all confident and perfect… Maybe that’s why people confess anonymously to you.

I did my best to sound like I agreed with whatever Rachel said. It WAS Rachel, she’s likable and popular! But it looked like she was distracted by something.

Rachel Raspberry: Well whatever. I have someone from the fencing club expecting me. See you!

Of course. We’re talking about Rachel, after all. She’s one of the most popular students ever. I was about to say goodbye, but she’d already left, with her scarlet locks disappearing into the crowd.

B) You have no right to judge their feelings.

Y/N: Don’t be so mean. You don’t know what this person is going through. They might be in a complicated situation or something. Y/N: Whatever the case is, I don’t want to make fun of someone’s feelings. Especially if they’re for me. Rachel Raspberry: …Perhaps you are right.

I was nervous that I would be upsetting Rachel, but her reply sounded almost… sweet. Wait, was that a smile? But why?

Rachel Raspberry: Heh, if only the person who wrote this could hear you now. They might be even thinking, “I knew I made the right choice.”

B.A) Thanks.

I ended up telling Rachel the truth . I mean… she was just too nice! Obviously, I regretted it immediately.

Rachel Raspberry: Ahahaha! Are you serious? What are you, five? Your first box of chocolates… Haha! Y/N: S-stop that… There’s always a first time for everything… Rachel Raspberry: Hehe, enjoy those fuzzy feelings while you can. Because who knows… it might be your last chance! Rachel Raspberry: Alright, I have fencing club stuff to take care of. See ya!

What do you mean, my last chance?! I was about to retort, but Rachel had already disappeared into the crowd.

B.B) Who knows...

Y/N: Who knows. You never know… Y/N: For instance, I might become the most popular kid in our class! Even more popular than you! The most popular of all time! Rachel Raspberry: HA! Sure, and I guess the moon is made of cheese and aliens are real…! PFFT! You’re gonna need 100 years and MORE to catch up to me!

Rachel then waved her pen like a sword. As we were joking around, everyone around us grew oddly silent. I think they were surprised because… Rachel and I looked close?

Rachel Raspberry: OK, “most popular student of all time.” I gotta go. Someone from the fencing club needs me. Rachel Raspberry: Catch you later! Y/N: See ya! Friend Next Seat: Catch you LATER? Since when were you that close with Rachel Raspberry?! Y/N: Never, really. This is the first time we actually talked this long. Y/N: But she’s actually a lot more approachable than I thought she would be? Hopefully this’ll keep up? Friend Next Seat: Wow… climbing up the social ladder without us?! Friend Next Seat: Lucky…

As Rachel got up and left, the other students who surrounded my seat also dispersed and went back to their seats.

It was then that a timid student approached me.

Lovesick Classmate: Y/N… Do you have a moment? Y/N: Huh? For what? Y/N: …Wait. That letter you’re holding… You! Put that away! I’m not going with you! Lovesick Classmate: Come on, please!! I can’t go on my own, please come with me!!!

My lovesick friend grabbed me and dragged me to the class 3-S.

Y/N: …Oh my god. You’re confessing to her…? Lovesick Classmate: I’m just leaving this letter and gift in her locker. Just keep watch and make sure she doesn’t come out and see us, please!! Y/N: No no no, this is a terrible idea!! You think she’ll actually read it? You’ll be lucky if she doesn’t just use it as kindling for a bonfire during one of her moon-watching sessions… Y/N: Of course you’d go for Serena Faire, the girl who only has eyes for the moon…

Serena was a senior and she was famous for her quiet nature and otherworldly beauty, so many students admired her.

But no one who confessed to her ever had any luck winning her affection.

My friend would be no different. Serena never took her eyes off the sky, and had no actual interest in real people.

Many students had tried their luck with Serena by suggesting to go moon-watching together, which was simply an attempt to get a date.

Of course, this never worked on someone like Serena who was so sincere about her love for the moon.

When it turned chilly and her date offered her their jacket, she wouldn’t even spare them a glance, but continue to recite romantic sonnets to the moon.

No one had dared to ask her out on a date ever since a student who excitedly went on an overnight date with her during winter came back with frostbite.

Even so, students continued to fall for Serena, and every now and again someone would have the courage to leave secret gifts in her locker. But back to my classmate…

Lovesick Classmate: I had to go through at least twenty poem collections just to write this letter… Can you just read it through for me and see if it’s okay? Lovesick Classmate: Serena likes poems after all, so… She should like this letter, right? Y/N: She might like the letter, but that doesn’t mean she’ll like you!!

As I took the letter to read it, my classmate rushed off to the bathroom with a nervous expression.

It was right then that I felt a mysterious presence behind me and turned around.

Ahh! Serena Faire!

Serena Faire: That… letter…? Were you going to leave it for me?

A) Ahh, about the letter…

This is bad. This won’t turn out well whether she receives the letter or not!! Not knowing what to do, I simply babbled on in an attempt to distract Serena.

Y/N: Admiring and endlessly longing for something is a very beautiful thing, but… Y/N: Have you ever considered what happens to our hearts when that longing collides with reality? Serena Faire: When longing and reality… collide?

Serena, who had seemed a bit confused at first, soon fell into her own world with a faraway look in her eyes. As she started mumbling to herself unintelligibly, I swiftly snuck back to the classroom. Poor friend, I’m sorry!

B) Yes, it’s for you. Here.

Y/N: Ah… that’s right.

Worried that my classmate might return and bump into Serena, I quickly locked the door to the bathroom behind us so we could continue talking.

Y/N: Serena… This is actually a poem that someone who has a crush on you wrote for you. Y/N: The poem might not be great, but I think you should read what it says. Y/N: Well then, I should go…

I planned to end the conversation there and turn to leave, but Serena’s voice beckoned me to stay.

Serena Faire: They wrote a poem… for me? They sound very kind. Serena Faire: Please tell this to them. That I cannot accept their confession, but relate to their poem nonetheless…

I couldn’t believe that Serena, known as the Ice Princess, was actually such a nice person… She treated everyone with compassion and kindness… Perhaps people had misunderstood her as cold simply because she hadn’t accepted their confessions? Having completely forgotten about my classmate locked in the bathroom, I walked back to the classroom with a heavy heart.

Sharp-Eyed Student: Y/N! There you are. Ya figure out who gave you those chocolates yet? Clueless Student: Are you dating the mysterious gift-giver already? Mischievous Student: Not a chance! The chocolates were probably meant for someone else and left in the wrong locker! Y/N: No, that's not it! You don't know the whole story, okay! Mischievous Student: Then tell us, tell us! Y/N: Ahh guys! Let it go, please!

I weaved my way through the group of curious students, trying to escape to a more quiet and peaceful place.

Y/N: The science lab looks pretty deserted… it should be quiet enough there, right?

I entered the quiet, chilly lab room and closed the door behind me.

Y/N: Phew… Finally, some quiet.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

A) Open the door.

*Rattle rattle*

Y/N: Huh? There’s no one there… Y/N: Then who knocked on the door..?

I felt a shiver run down my spine and decided to run back to the crowded hallway. When I came back to the classroom, it was already getting dark outside. I quickly grabbed my bag and headed outside. It’s a long way back to the main gate… Since I’m late and there’s no one around, maybe I should just go to the back entrance? But I heard the sketchy students that eat junk food and steal your lunch money hang out there sometimes… I thought about it for a moment but couldn’t resist the temptation to take the short route instead of crossing the school yard. I headed towards the back of the school.

Senior Class Bully: Hey, you there. Got some cash?

Oh no… Just me and my luck…

Y/N: This is all I have… I was going to buy a new workbook… Senior Class Bully 2: Well, well. Thanks for sharing, kid. Now run along and go play nicely somewhere else. Y/N: …Right. Derek DaChoco: …… Y/N: Derek… DaChoco…

I gave Derek a desperate look, but he acted like he didn’t know me as he leaned against the wall. But I thought… I thought we had something. Seriously… Faith in humanity shattered.

~BAD ENDING~

B) Ask who’s there.

Y/N: Who's there…? I just want to be alone for a bit… Lily White: Ah… I'm Lily White from the science club. Lily White: It seems like you're avoiding people so I'll leave the door closed. Lily White: I… I erm… just wanted to ask if you were alright, and if everything's okay. Y/N: Ah… Thank you. My name is Y/N. Y/N: I got tired of everyone talking about the chocolate I received in my locker. So… I ran away. Y/N: Why do they care so much about what I got in my locker? They should mind their own business. Y/N: Feeling butterflies is fun and exciting, but the other students gossiping and making up rumors ruins it!

I could hear the person on the other side of the door chuckle at me complaining.

Lily White: That's right, sometimes this school can be a bit overwhelming. If the students were taught how to be more considerate of each other, I'm sure everything would quiet down a bit… Lily White: I completely understand your need for peace and quiet. Lily White: If you ever need somewhere to rest and gather your thoughts, feel free to visit the lab anytime. It's always quiet here.

I soon felt the presence on the other side of the door disappear.

Y/N: Lily White… I don't think I've met her before, but she's so kind. I wonder if she's in the same year as me?

After reveling in the quiet for a bit longer, I carefully slipped out of the lab and made my way back.

And then all of a sudden, I heard squeals and cheers coming from the gym.

Curious Student: Hey, what’s with this racket? Gossiping Student: It’s the Student Council President! He set up an ACTUAL CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN!

Huh? Wow, I HAVE to see this for myself.

Marcus Madeleine: Come, my friends! Come, one and all, my fellow classmates!

That dashing, smiling figure greeting everyone there is… President of the Student Council!

He’s from one of the wealthiest families ever. Nearly half the school’s students are members of his official fan club. And I can definitely see why…!

The fan club is famous for its loyalty and infatuation with him. Rumor has it, anyone badmouthing the president ends up with the wedgie while dangling off the roof…

Marcus Madeleine: Love Dovey ❤️ Sweetie Cuties ⭐ Dessert Day is upon us, my friends! So… behold! I have prepared a lovely chocolate fountain, out of my own pocket no less, for all to enjoy! Fan Club Students: SQUEEEAL! THANK YOU, MARCUS!

Such presence. Such showmanship. I wonder how he pulls it off?

Marcus Madeleine Hm? Ah, you’re Y/N, right? Seems you’ve received some chocolate. Y/N: Huh? How did you know my name? Marcus Madeleine: But what’s this? You’ve only received one small box of chocolate? Dear, oh dear, such a shame…

A) It’s the thought that counts!

Y/N: I-i-it’s the thought that counts! Y/N: You may be the president, all tall and handsome-looking, but really? A shame…!?

I didn’t even have the chance to stop myself from snapping back at him. I could already feel the eyes of his fan club boring holes into my very being. Nah… It can’t be…?

Marcus Madeleine: …Huh. Never thought about it that way, because I’ve never had to experience such a thing.

Huh? He’s… smiling?

Fan Club Students: SQUEAL! That SMILE! President Madeleine! I didn’t get any chocolates! I want to receive some from you, and only you! Marcus Madeleine: H-huh, I-Wait…!

Like I said… What a presence. A single smile that turned that gaggle of fans into a shrieking frenzy. But seriously… What was the reason behind that smile?

B) Honestly, I don’t care.

Y/N: I don’t know who it’s from and, honestly, I don’t care. Marcus Madeleine: An even greater shame! How sad.

It was just a tiny rant, but his radiant and charismatic shine seemed to dull down a bit and… Huh?

Superfan: President Madeleine! I didn’t get any chocolates! I want to receive some from you, and only you!

Some strong, tall jock shoved me aside and approached Marcus.

Marcus Madeleine: Careful now! W-w-wait!

Whatever he wanted to say, the crowd’s shrieks and squeals drowned it out. Marcus was swept away by his own fan club. But seriously… What happened just now with Marcus? Was it… Pity? Sympathy? Nah… It can’t be…

Oh great… I left my bag in the classroom. I only made it two steps into the door when this week’s cleaning monitor barked out my name.

Cleaning Monitor: Playing hooky again, Y/N? You’re in charge of the trash cans this week, remember? Y/N: GAH! I completely forgot. Sorry ‘bout that. Y/N: I’ll get right to it. These bags need to be taken out, right? Cleaning Monitor: Yeah, take ‘em to the dumpsters behind the building. Y/N: Alright, thanks.

The closer I got to the dumpsters, the more I regretted coming alone…

Senior Class Bully 1: Got a lot of nerve, wanderin’ around here on your own, dyed hair and all. Not bowin’ to us upperclassmen. Tsk You’re just a junior, so act like one. Senior Class Bully 2: Hey, I think I’ve seen you before. Yeah… I’ve definitely seen you before. Derek DaChoco: …I don’t want to fight. Senior Class Bully 3: Hey… Dude, it’s him. Senior Class Bully 3: That thuggish super-bully, rumored to be the son of some shady corporate bigwig… Senior Class Bully 3: Doesn’t pick a fight, but when he does… he swings a two-by-four like there’s no tomorrow in a raging flurry… Dude, he’s been called the Dark Tornado of Kingdom High. Derek DaChoco: Your days as bullies are over. MEET YOUR END! Senior Class Bully 3: It’s Derek DaChoco!!! Derek DaChoco: HAAARGH! Senior Class Bully 1, 2: AAAGGGHHH! Senior Class Bully 3: Ow, ow ow! C’mon dude, just let us go! Derek DaChoco: Let you go…? Senior Class Bully 3: Please, dude, I mean, sir, I mean boss… Boss man, Derek, dude… Derek DaChoco: …Get out of my sight. And this place better be cleaned up the next time I’m here. Senior Class Bully 3: Yes, sir! W-w-w-we’ll be on our way now!

So that’s Kingdom High’s “public enemy number one?” Rumor has it that he’s flunked junior year for a full decade…

At that moment, the bullies ran past me as if their lives depended on it. And then he saw me… His ice-cold gaze froze in place.

Y/N: Hi… Hi, Derek.

A) How old are you, exactly?

Y/N: Can… Can I ask you something? Derek DaChoco: Talk. Y/N: You’re a bit old to be a high-schooler, aren’t you? How many years have you flunked…?

Derek looked at me with confusion and annoyance, like the face judges make on TV when watching the weirdest of auditions. Whatever he had to say, I don’t know… ‘cuz I ran for my life too. Whew… Yeah, smart move. I’m never gonna volunteer to empty the trash ever again.

B) Do you need to go to the nurse’s office?

Derek DaChoco: Talk. Y/N: Do you need to go to the nurse’s office? Derek DaChoco: I’m not hurt. Y/N: But… Derek DaChoco: Oh… My scar. Derek DaChoco: It’s an old scar. From a long time ago. Derek DaChoco: Doesn’t matter. There’s no one in this school that can hurt me.

What was that? I thought I saw a shade of sadness sweep over his face. Maybe the rumors of him flunking are making me see things, but… There’s a deepness in his eyes that can’t be found in a high schooler.

Y/N: If no one’s left to hurt you, then… Wow, it means no one will pick a fight with you in the first place.

As soon as I blurted that out, I could see a flicker of warmth in his gaze. Not a sincere, caring type of warmth, but more like a pity for a critter caught in a trap.

Derek DaChoco: Stop talking and just go. Y/N: Er… OK! Er… well then, bye!

It didn’t feel like a threat, but it definitely sent shivers down my spine. I hightailed it out of there after that brief goodbye.

Derek DaChoco: …… Derek DaChoco: …Bye.

When I came home, I immediately fell asleep, absolutely exhausted from talking to so many people. But somehow that exhaustion felt good.

That night, my dreams were filled with chocolate soldiers flying around on letters, dancing.

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