| On a early college morning...
Bernadetta mumbled, "yyYrah-hehhh... Where am I.. going to store all these new keych-AaRgh!!!"
*A camera flash went off.
"Now that's a photo for the binder of memories!" Agnes stated, in her space.
Freaked, she yelled, "A creep in my house! Get out of here, get out of HERE right this mom- *Blinks* Oho! I forgot, this is my dorm..... "
Jokingly, she replied with a shoulder pat, "HOW could you already forget about me!; -your photographer roomie named Agnes!"
Then she said under her breath, 'How did I.. forget about a roommate like her?'
| Some rushed time later, now in the classroom.
Bernadetta sighed, "Somehow, we have made it with some time left... "
Agnes explained, walking up the aisle, "I'd became aware yesterday, that WE'RE seat neigh----OoMph!"
"Hrh? Hrhhh. Girl? You unscathed?" A tall, tall 'student' asked.
Checking her nose, Agnes contently replied, "I'm feeling fine, thanks."
He nodded, and gazed eerily, "Hrh! Hrmhhh... "
Trying not to tremble, Bernadetta asked, "Mr_? Why are you looking at me.. like that?"
"Hrm. . . . . Hrh!" He just nodded, as he walked away.
*The bell rung.
Agnes quietly shouted, "C`mon, let's move it!"
Under breath, she said, 'Is that creepy guy.. really a student here?'
| During the class lecture.
"Why do I, feel this scary but.. also 'safe' energy on my back?" Bernadetta thought, as she looked back. "He is STILL looking at me!"
"Hrm, rmm. Mhm-hrm..... " The tall student grunted, as he framed her with his fingers.
To herself, she mumbled, 'Is that guy, ever going to stop his... creep behavior???'
| After a couple lectures.
* The afterschool bell rang.
Agnes said, urgently, "I have tasks to handle, so see you later, okay!"
Distracted, Bernadetta responded, "Huh? Yeah, okay... "
*Thud, thud.. thud....
| Somewhere outside in the open campus.
"What am I doing... " Bernadetta asked herself. "What is, he doing? (...) And maybe behind a bench was not a smart hiding spot?"
She quietly yelled, "What is he- IS that, one of those 'artist's caps' I have learned of before?! But, are they meant to be that small on your head?!"
"Hrhm.. " He grumbled joyfully.
As she realized, she asked, "Is he... going to make some kind of painting or what is going on... "
| A painful hour watching later.
Feeling foolish, she quietly said, 'Maybe... I should just go over there, AND ask this guy already."
*She stood up, and deeply sighed.
Nicely, Bernadetta said, "Ah-ahem. Hello? I was wondering what it was, you were making over there?"
The tall guy gruffly replied, "I know_ Knew you were observing, from background."
She froze up, as she thought, "Oh no, no!"
"Urh-- Wait, did he finally say words to me!?" She whispered, her hand over her mouth.
He explained, as he flipped the canvas "I, Satsuki. Hrh! YOU_ were my painter's muse."
With amazement, she asked, "What did you sa-*gasps.* Is this, me?"
Satsuki said, in English, "You unique. You radiate, radiant pure soul."
She kneeled down, broken into tears, "Snrgh--Aargh!!! Honestly... I love, Snrrh! what you did to me, SnrArgh! AND your words!"
Satsuki replied, "Thanks for words."
Still crying, she shouted, "EVEN those words -I do not understand! It all makes me feel like a pretty person again!"
He sighed, and passively said, "Kagayakashī... tamashī."
| End!