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After a (very) pleasant weekend, the couple was ready to start another week.

Natsuki had left on Sunday afternoon to spend some time at home keeping her promise to try and rebuild her relationship with her now on rehab father.

Monday morning the couple met at their usual spot and walked to school together, hand in hand just as they liked. Everything was going well, it was Yuri's turn to drop Natsuki in her classroom. The taller girl sent her lover off with the usual kiss and headed to her own classroom.

Natsuki entered her classroom and headed to her desk. However there was where her good streak seemed to be coming to an end.

Immediately, she noticed her desk was covered in some derogatory words. "Whore", "Bitch", "Shrimp", "Pathetic", "Idiot", "Die".  Among some others which purpose clearly was to make the younger girl feel bad, these words were all scattered on her desk waiting for her to see them.

Natsuki immediately started scanning her surroundings looking for someone that was maybe laughing at her face when she saw the words. Everybody there was minding their own business to her surprise. Not even a single one of them paid attention to her. On one side, it was good because she didn't really like being the center of attention, but she wanted to know who did it.

Reluctantly, the pink haired girl sat down and placed her stuff on the desk in an effort to hide most of the hateful words written there.

The guy with the school cap entered a few minutes later and headed to his desk in front of the pinkette. "What's up Nats, how was the weekend?", He asked before sitting down. "Great thanks. Hey, take a look at this", Natsuki said moving her stuff from the desk aside. Gensai leaned forward a little and carefully examined the wooden surface, as his smile disappeared from his face. "I take it you don't know who did it, do you?", the funny mustache boy said in a serious voice. "Not a clue, no one here didn't seem particularly suspicious when I found it", the shorter girl replied. "I see, wait up", Gensai said and then turned to face the guy next to them in the row to their right. "Hisao, did you see anyone come here and do something on Nats desk?", the guy asked in intimidating manner. "N-No, I didn't see anyone, I was one of the first ones to arrive", Hisao replied nervously. "Who else had arrived when you got here?", Gensai asked again. "Kaori and Ichiro", Hisao replied. "Alright, thanks man", Gensai said and headed to his other two classmates desks.

Around a minute later the school cap boy returned. "So, anything?", Natsuki asked eagerly. "Nothing, they also said no one came during the time they'd been here", Gensai replied scratching the back of his neck. "Crap, well that's assuming they didn't do it", Natsuki replied frowning. "I don't think so, everyone here know well not to mess with you, besides what reason would anyone here have to do that?", Gensai said with crossed arms. "Well, you're right about that, still this is annoying...", Natsuki sighed. "It is. Whoever did this though, probably did it either sometime earlier before anyone arrived or sometime during the end of classes last Friday and the weekend", the funny mustache boy said scratching his chin. "Yeah, probably", Natsuki replied.

"So what are you gonna do now?", Gensai asked. "Don't know, just deal with it while I found the culprit", Natsuki replied sighing as she placed her stuff on the desk again. "Are you gonna tell Yuri about this?", Gensai asked concerned. "No, at least not yet, I don't want to worry her unnecessarily, she's been so happy lately and I prefer it stays that way", Natsuki replied crossing arms. "Alright... Well I'll help you however I can too", Gensai said sighing. "Thanks man", Natsuki replied with a faint smile.

As the weeks progressed, more words started appearing on Natsuki's desk every day, some notes were also slipped inside her locker, usually saying stuff like "Go to hell", "Just die", "Nobody likes you",among other hateful sentences. However neither she or her delinquent like friend got a clue on who might be the responsible.

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