A/N: The following is written in Noran's POV – His memory of how he met Shuri.
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"Noran, look! Look at this! Isn't it cute?"
I opened my eyes to find a bag of cookies right in front of my face.
Roy was holding it before me.
As usual, he had entered my practice room without permission and disturbed my rest.
"One of your admirers wants me to give this to you. She said it's called Noran cookies. I found a few more bags of the same cookies outside your practice room. Apparently, they've become quite popular because the cookies look like you..."
I was half-awake and couldn't quite grasp what Roy was chattering about.
He kept going on and on about some cookies.
To be honest, I didn't care about cookies or what he was saying.
Why do all these people keep coming to me?
The girls at school kept giving me gifts with love letters, and when they couldn't find me, they would leave them outside my practice room, blocking the way.
