[Week 3: Wednesday - 8:15 AM]
Sixteen days.
I had survived sixteen days of Valentine employment, and my reward was Hurricane Harlow making landfall at my desk before first period.
Not near my desk. Not in the general vicinity of my desk. She was sitting IN my chair, her pink-ribboned twin tails bouncing as she waved at me from across the classroom like I was a soldier returning from war.
"Good morning, Assistant-kun!"
Half the classroom turned to stare. The other half was already staring.
"That's my seat."
"I know! I'm warming it for you!"
"That's... not a thing."
"It is now!" She beamed at me with the confidence of someone who had just invented a new social custom and expected the world to adapt. "I got here early specifically to make sure your chair was at optimal temperature. You're welcome!"
