computer code and cherry blossoms ???;; senpai x reader

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And then, the strangest thing happened.

Two people-- a short, chubby girl in a red dress with long red hair, and a tall, lanky boy with wrinkled, saggy clothes, a red hat, and cyan hair-- appeared within your world of coding and hardware out of nowhere. You had been in the middle of organizing Miss Mearest's spam file when the two had appeared, looking severely disoriented and clearly not from this world. 

You recognized them both: the girl was Cherry, the user's daughter. The boy was Keith, Cherry's boyfriend and the user's most hated adversary at the moment. You weren't the user, though, so you had no feeling either way towards either of these people.

And yet... you felt as though you knew them more than that. Seeing them in person now, you could feel all of those odd emotions once again, and they made you feel strange. They made you feel lonely, and scared, and they made you feel trapped. But that did not matter right now: they clearly needed help, and you were going to help them, because that was your purpose.

You appeared in front of them at once in your usual attire, your hands clasped politely in front of you. You chirped, "Hello, new users! I'm afraid I don't recognize you. Do you require assistance?"

You noticed a few things about them right off the bat. First, the boy had a clutched microphone in his hand as though it were a weapon, which you thought as odd. Why would he need a microphone in a place like this? Second was the girl's expression. She looked just as confused and scared as you had felt, but she also seemed relieved, and inexpressibly happy to see you. That was quite odd: were you popular outside of this computer?

"Y/N?" She asked, suddenly. "Y/N L/N?" 

That name... it was not yours. But it felt like yours.

"It is just Y/N. I have no last name in my files," you replied. The girl grimaced, and the boy seemed to instinctively grab her hand. "Are you two lost?"

The boy spoke up. Kind of, anyways.

"Beep bapada-skoop?" He began. His words sounded earnest, but you had no idea what he was getting at. "Beep boop bap? Bapada skoop beep!"

That way of speaking... you could swear that you remembered it. But that wasn't right, there was no way--

You were in math class. You hated math class, but you fared pretty well in there for the most part. Someone, a classmate with blue hair, was trying to speak to you, but you couldn't understand him."Beepada skapbap?" 

"What?" You asked. "Dude, I can't understand you. I'm sorry."

The boy pouted for a moment, and you turned back around to your work. A few moments later, a ripped off, crumpled piece of notebook paper was thrown at your desk. You uncrumpled it to see if it said anything, and it did.