"Who invited this Pierrot into the house?"

Ichinomiya Megumi had asked.

Though I didn't know the term,
I could somehow understand
that she was insulting me.

"Um,
Ichinomiya, right?"

She whipped her head back
around to face me.

"Be quiet, clown."

Finishing her words with a glare,
she turned away.

Woah,

what a nasty attitude.

It didn't exactly match with her image,
which was surprising--to say the least.

But is she pretty though?

Mako's nagging question
intruded into my thoughts.

I stole a glance at Ichinomiya Megumi's back.

"Yeah,

I guess so."

I reluctantly admitted.

In fact, if I had to be precise,
she was--at least in looks--
my dream girl.

The brief moment I found myself face-to-face with her...

it was difficult to breathe.

The way her long, silver hair flowed down to her waist reminded me of a fairy tale princess.

And though she looked slightly
annoyed by my presence,
her bright, brown eyes stared me down in such an earnest manner that I couldn't help but shy away from the intensity...

hence why I decided to invite myself into her room.

Then came the belated realization of how rude it must have been.

Without knowing how to respond,
I feigned interest in her house.

"Are you just going to keep ignoring me,
you stranger?"

"Can you stop calling me that?

We're classmates, you know."

"I don't remember you,
so you're a stranger."

"That's because you never showed up to class."

I retorted.