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The Aishi girl was, simply, consuming her life.
God damn it.
First, it had been the flowers - Megami had a dedicated trashbag specifically for them under her desk, it was so bad - and now it was the daydreams. She'd been able to control her thoughts before, but seeing the Aishi girl giving Gurin a warm smile had ruined her self-control, because oh, for Ayano to smile at her like that . . . .
. . . . she really was no better than a pathetic, lovesick child.
The obvious solution was to have the flowers surgically removed, but the recovery for that was almost three months of bedrest, which was simply unacceptable because she wouldn't get anything done and kenchou might try to take her place-
She shook the thoughts from her mind, irritated. This was the third time she'd been sidetracked by thoughts of the Aishi girl in the last ten minutes. Six people had submitted the paperwork to join her council, paperwork she normally checked and rejected in less than five minutes taking almost an hour to do because she kept thinking about Aishi's beautiful smile and how pretty she'd look-
"Dammit!"