by Setsumitsu Cae (雪密 鏡)
Five days before his seventeenth birthday, Kouji was woken by his radio in a completely normal fashion. He reached over and hit the clock, cutting off the perky, mass-produced idoru-pop mid-line. He was definitely much happier not knowing what the airhead was going to do to their significant other 4ever.
Kouji rolled out of bed, leaving his covers in a crumpled mess, then padded out of his room to brush his teeth.