Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 03:29:56 No.67036643 Report

>>67034884

Fuck it, dis one again
>>67034901

Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 06:02:34 No.67039333 Report

>>67036643
>Oh that's that new human student. Oh no he's going towards that old rotted bench. I fret and think about going to try to stop him. I'm not only too far but I couldn't possibly bring myself to approach him.
>Oh I think Naomi and Naser are gonna go stop him from- he's already set down. Oh no I hope he's fine. Sure enough there goes that old bench. He thankfully lands pretty flat. Rosa notices I'm watching.
>"Stella?" I point
>She looks along as Naser picks the guy up by his hand.
>Rosa chimes in. "Holding hands with Naser? Naomi's gonna be jealous." she chuckles at her own little joke. I don't. I suddenly feel something. The new humie and the track team leader. My heart beats. And not only that but he's already taken. Thump. But he's not happy with his relationship. Thump-Thump. And the new guy is there for him when he's down. Thump-Thump-Thump. A-and then they end up alone and end up quietly confessing they really like each other but simply can't. Society won't let them.
>My heart feels as if it's a bongo drum
>Rosa cocks an eyebrow at me. I stammer out an excuse
>"I-I've gotta get to class, can't be late to homeroom!"
>"Oh, okay. Bye, Stella. See you at lunch hermana." I nod and quickly head in, setting down pretty early in homeroom. My heart still beating hard. I open my doodle book and can't help myself. I start with Naser a bit, the reference fresh in my mind.
>It's a continuation, the scene of the two, both layin down, Naser above, the human below, half-clothed. Oh god this is great.
>I start to peter out, never drawn a human before. I get the poses down and linework started but I struggle to finish the piece. I huff and look up, class about to start. I notice right as the bell rings one last student runs in.
>It's the human. He takes a spot in the center.
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Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 06:05:47 No.67039368 Report

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>Suddenly I'm alight again and I scratch away at my little drawing. Oh god it's good. I feel the passion, the heat. The guilty pleasure. I barely register as he's called up to introduce himself.
>He's a bit clammy and says his name, Anon. Dialogue added to my little sketch now.
>"Naser, we can't..."
>"I want you, Anon."
>I finally put the finishing touches, erasing some lineart and solidifying my lines. It's... a masterpiece. I love this. It's going ri-
>A droplet of blood lands right on my notebook.
>I blink at it. I touch my snout and draw back a bloody hand. Oh no.
>"Uh, Mr. Tsuki?" I raise my hand.
>"Hai, Sterra-chan?"
>"Can I..." he notices my nose
>"Hai. Go nau." I nod at rush out of the room. I can feel Anon's eyes on my back. Oh goodness.

Fin, stinky fujo gets what she deserves. Managed my promise tonight, too. I'll hang around but no more reqs.