A/N: aka Mitternacht here. Yeah! The story is really turning out nicely. Note: If you guys want to add a character, make sure you have a complete profile on them! Or at least a good idea to work on. Finally, you could send or suggest oneshot stories in Fp High, as long as they would not make plot holes to the story. Finally, the characters in oneshots would have a good chance of becoming part of the cast in FP High.

Just send the ideas in to my email, zodiac13serpent(at)yahoo(dot)com

On a side note, I decided to split chapter 1 into 2, not because it was long, but because writing something like this is friggin hard!

Chapter 1- Post-lunch fantasy disorder- otaku-style.

The sun was setting, and the two of them were the only ones left in the classroom. Checking the test papers took longer than possible, and the hallways were devoid of students and faculty. In short, Ginji and Angela were most likely the only ones in that floor of FP High.

Alone with his crush; Ginji’s perfect scenario to confess his feelings. Ever since the first day in the second year of high school, it was love at first sight for him. Three weeks later, and the feelings haven’t changed.

She was the class representative, smart, athletic, and undoubtedly beautiful; almost a long shot for sixteen year old Ginji Sakurazaki. He was an otaku, plus he was slow in both academics and sports: the only steady relationship he had with the girls in the eroges in his computer. (A/N: Eroges are Japanese computer games that feature adult/erotic content, usually done in anime style.)

Putting those traits aside, Ginji had guts. Well, a small amount of guts since their time alone was the only time he decided to confess his feelings to her.

They sat beside each other by the window, Ginji checking the papers, while Angela proofread them for any mistakes done by him. Clearing his throat, the boy with the messy, shoulder-length black hair opened his mouth to speak.

His two choices then were either: A. Confess right away, or B. Small talk.

“A-Angela-san… do you… watch anime…?” Not even close to choice A; though, Angela did stop from what she was doing to look at Ginji in the eyes.

“Well… I do watch some anime, most of them the ones with the males having relationships with the same sex…” shortly after that brief conversation, Angela was back at work, eager to finish her job. On the bright side, they did manage to talk to each other briefly.

Stop stalling. Do what you have to do now: choice A or choice B?

Ginji immediately stood up from his chair, taking the surprised Angela by hand and pulling her up. Looking into her deep green eyes, her long blonde hair, Ginji felt more in love than before. He could feel his heart beating faster as each second passed.

“A-Angela-san! Ever since I saw you I… I…!”

I love you.

There, the words came out. Everything was a blur at that point, as Angela moved closer to Ginji, both of them losing balance, causing them to fall to the floor. It surprised Ginji, as Angela pecked him in the ear and whispered, “I love you too…”

Last choice: A. You hold her tight, or B. You do it! (Take off her clothes and do it!!)

…As if that would ever happen…

Ginji gave out a sigh, after his post-lunch fantasy. Sitting in his chair at the back of the classroom, he took out his sketchbook and pretended to take notes from the teacher.

He looks toward the seat by the window, at Angela Roanoke. Opening his sketchbook to the back page, Ginji took a small glance at his drawing, a semi-nude full body portrait of his crush, then looking back at the real thing to finish his work.

Pay careful attention when drawing the eyes, make sure it captures the same look in her eyes in real life: calm and focused. The hair come next, make it look like that the wind is blowing the front of her hair to the side. In short: make sure that about every strand of hair is detailed. Finish the picture with a thin, but confident smile on her face.

And there it was, Ginji’s finished sketch of Angela. In the picture she leaned on an invisible wall. Her school uniform was open, nothing inside, while the skirt was lowered to her knees, which revealed a rather…

Most definitely hentai style artwork, coming from an otaku.

The hallways outside echoed to the sound of an electronic bell, signaling the end of class. Taking his things to his bag, a stack of papers next to it, the teacher looked around the classroom until he saw Ginji.

“Sakurazaki, please take these papers to the faculty lounge immediately.”

--Chapter 1 end—

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--On a final note, this chapter was (slightly) modeled after a scenario in an eroge (that’s hentai game to the unknowing)