
by Tochika
The hunch Haruka had when she woke up in the morning. It would rain, and she would be splashed with muddy water, eat something delicious, and meet a cute girl. It was far too specific to call a hunch, but Haruka took an umbrella and headed to school.—This is what happened one day when the forecast called for sunny weather.
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