“Kuso!” Roy said after rummaging through his handbag again. “I don't have the device!”
As he angrily stomped one of his ballet flats into the pavement, another passerby shot Roy an odd look.
Roy found himself instinctively lowering his eyes, blushing, and flashing a shy, demure smile at the strange man.
“What is happening to me?” Roy whispered. “I've got to get that gadget back, or I'm going to wind up spending the rest of my life as Asuka Yamada.”
Roy looked up at his old apartment building, but saw no sign of activity through the window.
Part of Roy suddenly knew he had an early class this morning and would be late if he dawdled out here much longer. It was “Advanced Calculus II,” and Roy had been up late last night studying for it. He found himself actually eager to get to class and discover how well he'd mastered the assignment.
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