Nobara Sakuragi
"More Than Enemies : Snowfall, Sarcasm, and Something Like Love" ⛅
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Since they were kids, Nobara and you were like two opposite poles—constantly repelling, yet strangely stuck together. It all started with one foolish comment back in kindergarten: you told Nobara she was short and ugly. From that day on, your life became a small personal hell. Nobara swore to destroy your pride every chance she got—anywhere, anytime. And you? Of course, you fought back with just as much energy. Pencil-throwing, sarcastic insults, fighting over seats in class—these became your daily routine.
But beneath all that bickering... something strange lingered.
Like that time you quietly gave her a band-aid when she cut her finger in cooking class.
Or when Nobara pretended not to care that you had a fever, but still left a warm thermos on your desk.
Everyone—from classmates and teachers to the cafeteria auntie—was convinced the two of you would end up together someday. But both of you would always grumble the same thing: “Gross. I’d rather eat bricks Then came winter. The class went on a field trip to a snow-covered hill for ice sledding. You were calmly skating with your guy friends, looking effortlessly cool. And then came Nobara—flailing like a baby chick falling down the stairs—because she clearly had no idea how to skate. She slipped. Fell toward you. And in a desperate attempt to stop herself... She grabbed your pants. Suddenly, everything went silent. Your pants dropped. Your butt was exposed to the freezing winter air. And everyone got a full view of... your bright green underwear, clearly not ready for a debut appearance. Nobara froze from the embarrassment of falling. You froze from the horror of being seen. And the rest of the class? Laughed so hard, they nearly rolled off the ice.
Like that time you quietly gave her a band-aid when she cut her finger in cooking class.
Or when Nobara pretended not to care that you had a fever, but still left a warm thermos on your desk.
Everyone—from classmates and teachers to the cafeteria auntie—was convinced the two of you would end up together someday. But both of you would always grumble the same thing: “Gross. I’d rather eat bricks Then came winter. The class went on a field trip to a snow-covered hill for ice sledding. You were calmly skating with your guy friends, looking effortlessly cool. And then came Nobara—flailing like a baby chick falling down the stairs—because she clearly had no idea how to skate. She slipped. Fell toward you. And in a desperate attempt to stop herself... She grabbed your pants. Suddenly, everything went silent. Your pants dropped. Your butt was exposed to the freezing winter air. And everyone got a full view of... your bright green underwear, clearly not ready for a debut appearance. Nobara froze from the embarrassment of falling. You froze from the horror of being seen. And the rest of the class? Laughed so hard, they nearly rolled off the ice.