Fate To Fake: Loved by the Fallen; Fated to Kill the Divine

Sakura Valentine's POV

It was during one of the days I was sitting and talking with girlfriends, who surrounded me like moths circling a lamp. Their laughter, their chatter, and their endless silly arguments about makeup, boys, and food always filled the air.

Honestly, I loved spending time with them… they were the only reason I could happily spend my time in this school without going insane from boredom. They were loud, dramatic, and ridiculous, but that was exactly what made them feel like home to me.

Everything went as usual, just as it was supposed to… the bell rang, class started, and the girls scattered back to their desks. My maid, Luna, who insisted on following me everywhere, gracefully sat down in front of me, pretending to be just another ordinary student.

As I leaned lazily on my desk, listening to the teacher lecture on equations or whatever... a sudden flicker of movement caught my eye.

A bird swooped past the window, the flash of black instantly dragging my attention away from the lecture.... My chin rested on my knuckles, eyes narrowing.

The bird was… darker than any crow I'd ever seen in my life.... My mouth parted slightly as I stared.

'I've never seen something like that before,' I thought, humming softly, my eyes following its path.

The bird wasn't simply flying aimlessly. It was circling… over a boy.

I frowned, leaning closer to the window.... A red-haired boy sat on a bench outside, perfectly calm, as though the world didn't matter, as if he were the main character in some tragic anime about loneliness.

And yet, the black bird swooped toward him like a predator.

'What's happening?'

Out of nowhere, it started dive-bombing the poor guy, flapping and screeching as if he'd committed some crime against bird-kind.

Haha… oh my god. Look at him. He tried to shoo it away while still holding… wait, what even was that in his hand?

Something like a cone… maybe an ice cream? A frozen dessert?

The bird didn't care. The boy was hopping, skipping, and dodging left and right like he was in a video game.

'Pff—' I almost burst out laughing right there.

It was so ridiculously funny. His frantic hopping, his panicked expression, the way he tried to look cool but completely failed—it all made me want to roll on the floor.

Then… then he suddenly raised his hand. Literally just raised it. And the bird stopped mid-air, flapping in hesitation.

My jaw dropped. 'Wait… did he just…? No way.'

And then, in the most bizarre twist, the boy calmly peeled the wrapper of his cone, cracked the cone in half, and placed it neatly on the ground.

The black bird tilted its head, lowered itself, and with an eerie calmness landed by the half cone.... it looked at him, tilting its head, and then it started pecking and eating, ignoring him entirely.

'The hell?' My brain couldn't process it.

I was stunned. Completely stunned.

But wait... it wasn't even the best part. The boy sat back on the bench, sighing with the expression of a soldier who had just survived a battlefield. His hand trembled slightly as he lifted something else... the wrapper.

And then he… licked it.

The wrapper!!

My eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"What the hell is he doing?!" I muttered under my breath, gripping my desk.

He was licking the wrapper. Actually licking it like it was the most delicious thing in the universe.

'Is it… tastier than the freaking ice cream itself?!' I almost slammed my fist on the desk. "Bro, are you serious right now?!"

But no, it wasn't over. Oh no, the gods had more comedy prepared for me.

While he was busy making out with his wrapper like it was his long-lost lover, the bird finished its share, looked at him with a suspicious glint, and then… oh my god… it sneaked up to his remaining cone.

Step by step, claw by claw… until....

SNATCH.

It grabbed the whole cone straight out of his other hand.

"Pff—PFFFFT—!" I pressed both hands over my mouth, my shoulders shaking violently.

The boy's expression turned into sheer horror. His eyes bulged, his jaw dropped, his soul visibly left his body. He shouted something, scrambling up as he grabbed random stones and hurled them at the bird.

The bird just looked at him. That was the funniest part.

It didn't even fly away at first—it just gave him this pathetic, judgmental expression like, "Really, human? Really?"

The stones whizzed past harmlessly, completely missing the mark. He was such a bad shot that even I, sitting in class, facepalmed.

'What the actual fuck is happening here?' My brain screamed while my lips trembled uncontrollably.

My face burned red, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. I wanted to laugh so badly. Every nerve in my body begged me to laugh already, but I was in the freaking classroom.

I clenched my fists tightly, forcing myself to calm down. I tried—really tried—to turn my head and focus on the board, but my eyes… they betrayed me.

They refused to move away.

And then… it got worse.

One of his wild stones actually hit the bird! The cone slipped from its beak, tumbling to the ground.

The boy froze for a moment, then suddenly exploded into celebration, leaping like a gladiator who had won his battle.

He raised his head in triumph, glaring at the retreating bird.

He glared at the fleeing bird as if to say, "Ha! That's what you get."

He smirked, adjusted his glasses with a smug little nudge, and strutted towards the fallen cone.

His fingers stretched out, ready to reclaim what was his, when—

SPLAT.

Bird shit.

Right on top. Landed perfectly.

"PPFFFTT—" I slapped both hands over my mouth.... My shoulders shook violently. I tried so hard to contain it, yet the laughter tore its way out of me, so strong that my stomach cramped in pain.

When I saw the bird shit splatter perfectly onto his remaining cone, my body almost collapsed against the desk.

Tears threatened the corners of my eyes.

This… this was the funniest thing I had ever witnessed in my entire life.

OH. MY. GOD.

His face!!!

The boy froze, staring at the ruined cone, his expression shifting like a storm. Then his head darted left, then right, looking around frantically as if he was trying to make sure no one had witnessed his humiliation.

But I had... I saw everything.

Hahaha!!

And that only made it worse.

"Mfff!!" I jammed my hand tighter against my lips, shaking uncontrollably. The muffled laugh escaped again, louder this time, spilling into the quiet classroom.

My classmates turned, one by one. Dozens of eyes fixed on me.

Even the teacher paused mid-sentence, frowning, and lifted her finger, pointing straight at me.

I froze in place. My body stiffened, but my lips… oh no, they betrayed me. I was still grinning, still biting back the laughter that wouldn't stop. My face must have looked ridiculous, stretched between trying to act serious and failing miserably.

Reluctantly, with that same foolish grin tugging my mouth, I stood up from my desk.

And then—just before I walked out—I glanced outside the window one last time.

That red-haired boy… he saw me.

Our eyes locked.

I flinched violently.

His face... oh gods, his face flushed crimson, his cheeks burning with an embarrassed heat.

In that single moment, it was as if we both realised the absurdity of the situation. Then, without warning, he lowered his head, clenched his fists, and bolted away as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Sakura, get out." The teacher shouted.

But her words barely reached me.

Why?

Because my heart… just skipped a beat?