School Story of Wandering Witches : Arche's Daily Life

Arthur and I were in my apartment, lounging in my cozy but somewhat messy living room.

Both our phones sat ominously on the table like they were plotting something against us. 

"Are you ready for this, Arthur?" I asked, trying to mask my nervous excitement. 

Arthur nodded, though his expression screamed regret. "Yeah... I'm ready," he replied half-heartedly, his voice about as enthusiastic as someone about to clean a sewer. 

For context: Arthur was crashing at my place tonight, and since it was already past midnight, our brilliant, sleep-deprived brains had come up with a genius idea—let a roulette app decide our lives for the next hour. 

"Alright, no turning back now!" I declared with mock heroism, opening the app on my phone.

The colorful wheel of fate appeared on the screen, spinning like a game show nightmare. 

"Here we go," I whispered dramatically, hitting the Spin button.

Arthur leaned in closer, both of us holding our breaths as the wheel spun... and spun... and spun... 

Then it stopped. 

We both stared at the screen, blinking. 

"Jogging," I read aloud. The room fell into a horrified silence. 

Arthur broke it with a flat, incredulous voice. "Jogging? At this hour?!" 

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Yeah... apparently, we're the kind of idiots who willingly jog at 12:00 a.m." 

Arthur groaned, throwing his head back. "Why couldn't it land on something normal? Like sleeping? Or eating snacks?" 

"It's roulette! You don't get to complain about randomness, Arthur!" 

"But it's the middle of the night! And it's freezing outside!" 

I shrugged, attempting to sound wise. "Jogging might keep us warm." 

Arthur shot me a deadpan look. "You're seriously trying to justify this, huh?"

I smirked, standing up and stretching dramatically. "You don't want the roulette gods to curse us, do you?" 

Arthur muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "This is why I don't trust sleep-deprived you." 

Having no other choice, we found ourselves jogging through the freezing night like a couple of suspicious lunatics.

As we jogged along the eerily silent streets, we spotted something that made us freeze mid-step—a police patrol car. 

"Oh, crap," I muttered under my breath. 

Arthur grimaced. "Great. Just what we needed—an audience. You think they're going to buy this?" 

I gave him a look. "You mean, 'Oh, Officer, we're just two teenager jogging at midnight because a roulette app told us to?' Yeah, sure, super believable." 

Arthur smirked. "We do look suspicious as hell. Pretty sure they'll think we're either burglars or escapees from an asylum." 

"Thanks for the encouragement," I deadpanned. 

We exchanged a glance, silently agreeing on our next move. "Slowly, okay?" I whispered. 

Arthur nodded. "Yeah, let's play it cool. No sudden movements. Act natural." 

Acting natural turned out to be harder than expected.

We jogged at a snail's pace, occasionally glancing over our shoulders like paranoid raccoons avoiding a dumpster raid.

The patrol car passed by without incident, but we didn't breathe easy until it was completely out of sight. 

Once the coast was clear, we picked up the pace again. Arthur suddenly stopped and whipped out his phone. 

"Arche, pose!" he commanded, striking a dramatic stance himself. 

"What the—? We're taking selfies now?" 

"Of course! This moment deserves to be immortalized. Now, hurry up before another patrol car shows up." 

Reluctantly, I struck a ridiculous pose next to him, and he snapped the photo.

"Perfect," Arthur said smugly, showing me the masterpiece of two disheveled joggers in the middle of the night.

An hour later, utterly exhausted, we collapsed onto a park bench.

My lungs felt like they'd run a marathon without consulting me first. 

"Alright... your turn," I panted, shoving my phone toward Arthur.

"Spin the wheel, and let's see what fresh hell awaits us." 

Arthur took a few deep breaths, wiping sweat off his forehead. "Fine, fine," he groaned, grabbing the phone. 

The roulette wheel began to spin once again, its colorful display mocking us with infinite possibilities of torment. 

"Whatever it lands on," Arthur muttered, "I'm blaming you." 

We both stared at the roulette wheel, hearts pounding as it slowly came to a stop. My eyes widened as I read aloud, barely believing it.

"Taking a shower?! At this hour?!"

Arthur's jaw dropped. "Are you serious? We're supposed to take a shower now? In the middle of the night?!" 

"Looks like it," I muttered, rubbing my temples. "Let's just get back to my apartment, Arthur. This is insane." 

Arthur nodded, still catching his breath from the jog. "Yeah, let's go. I need to warm up anyway. This is… not how I imagined spending my night." 

We trudged back to my apartment, and as soon as I stepped into the bathroom and turned the shower on, a chilling blast of water hit me like a slap from an icy hand. 

Taking a shower at 1 AM in freezing cold water wasn't exactly what I'd call a refreshing experience.

In fact, it was a test of endurance. The water felt like it was sent from the depths of winter's soul. 

When I finally finished, shivering uncontrollably, I stepped out of the bathroom and wrapped myself in a towel.

"Kotatsu… I need a Kotatsu..." I muttered, my voice trembling like a leaf in a storm. 

Arthur, already lounging on the couch, stifled a laugh as he saw me shivering like a human popsicle.

"Well, you certainly look like you need one of those." 

"Arthur, it's your turn," I said through chattering teeth, too cold to argue. 

Arthur got up, probably expecting the shower to be just as bad as I'd warned him.

A few minutes later, he stumbled out of the bathroom, looking like he'd just walked through a snowstorm in nothing but his underwear. 

"That water was freezing!" he groaned. "I don't think I'm ever going to feel warm again." 

"Welcome to my world," I replied with a sympathetic shiver. 

Unfortunately, there was no magical Kotatsu in sight—just cold, cold air. So, we both huddled on the couch, trying to warm up, but nothing worked.

An hour passed, and we were still shivering, though the cold was slightly more bearable now. 

"Okay… now it's my turn again…" I said, looking at the roulette app on my phone with a mixture of dread and exhaustion. 

Arthur gave me a tired smile. "Bring it on, I guess. Whatever it is, it has to be better than that shower." 

I slammed my finger on the spin button, watching the roulette wheel whirl with a mixture of hope and dread.

Both of us stared at it, practically begging for a miracle.

"Please, please land on 'sleep," I thought, silently pleading with the universe. 

But of course, the roulette wheel had other plans. It stopped.

Our faces drained of color as the task appeared. "Eat spicy food." 

I stared at the screen in disbelief. "Eat spicy food?! At this hour?"

Arthur groaned, his face mirroring my disappointment. "Seriously? Of all the things, spicy food?" 

Neither of us were fans of spicy food, and the thought of ingesting fire in any form, especially at 2 AM, was enough to make both of us reconsider every decision we'd ever made.

I stood up, determined to make the best of it. "Well, Arthur, this might warm us up. Think about it—spicy food's gotta heat us up, right?" 

Arthur raised an eyebrow, his skepticism practically radiating off him. "Sure, if by 'warming up' you mean turning our insides into a furnace, then yeah, this'll do wonders."

I wasn't entirely convinced, but at that point, I was too deep in the roulette madness to turn back.

So, I started cooking, and soon enough, two spicy fried chicken drumsticks sat on the table between us, each one looking like a tiny weapon of mass destruction. 

I glanced at Arthur, then at the chicken. "Arthur, if I die from this, tell Elaina I love her..." I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Arthur gave me an exaggerated sigh, staring at the drumsticks as if they were his mortal enemies.

"If anyone's going to die from this," he retorted, "it'll be me." 

I looked up, his face as serious as mine. "But if I survive," he added, "I'll make sure to deliver your message to Elaina. It'll be my dying wish." 

We both picked up the drumsticks, eyes wide like we were about to embark on some kind of heroic quest.

I took the first bite, and immediately, my throat felt like it was on fire. 

"Oh god...!" I choked, the heat searing my insides. 

Arthur was no better. He coughed violently, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"Th-th-that... is hot!" he gasped between breaths, his face turning bright red. 

"You're so weak, Arthur," I managed to cough out, my own eyes watering. "This is nothing! Agh... spicy!"

Arthur shot back, glaring at me with tears streaming down his face. "Weak, am I? You're the one who's practically sobbing over a little spice." 

"Hey," I countered, still coughing. "You're already crying!"

"It's... just sweat," Arthur insisted, rubbing his eyes frantically, though it was clear he was battling an emotional flood.

"And you're not exactly winning any 'tough guy' awards either."

The spice was unbearable, but we were in too deep to back out now. We both continued, gritting our teeth and forcing ourselves to finish the drumsticks. 

After what felt like an eternity, we finally finished the spicy drumsticks, leaving only the bones on the plate.

Our bodies were trembling, and I was pretty sure I saw Arthur's soul leave his body for a second. 

"Drink! Drink!" I shouted, my throat still burning like a bonfire.

I frantically searched for anything—water, juice, whatever could save me from this fiery hell.

Arthur, tears streaming down his face, looked like he was about to pass out.

"We need water... lots of water," he panted, his voice hoarse, like he'd just been screaming for hours. "This is insane!"

After an excruciating hour, the spiciness finally started to subside. I looked at Arthur, wiping my sweat-slicked forehead. "Alright... let's get this over with..."

Arthur, still looking like a man who'd been through a battlefield, grumbled and reached for my phone.

"Here we go again..." He pressed the spin button.

The roulette wheel spun, and the silence between us was deafening.

It was three o'clock in the morning now, and at this point, I was half expecting the roulette to give us something like "sleep" or "nap," but of course...

The wheel stopped. "Sport."

"Sport?!" I blinked, shocked. "Are you serious?"

Arthur groaned loudly, practically collapsing into the chair next to me.

"Are you kidding me? Sport at this hour? We've already been out jogging once tonight!" His face was a mixture of frustration and exhaustion, like he was about to throw in the towel for the night.

"Basketball?" I suggested hesitantly, glancing at him.

Arthur paused, considering the idea for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I guess that's better than jogging... at least we won't freeze to death out there."

"Then it's settled. Let's go shoot some hoops!" I grinned, suddenly feeling a bit more energized.

We dragged ourselves to the nearest basketball court. Even though it was pitch dark and freezing, we found ourselves surprisingly having fun. 

The ball swished through the hoop, and for a moment, we were like a couple of actual athletes... well, in spirit anyway.

We even took a few pictures of ourselves in the middle of our amazing basketball skills—Arthur pretending to slam dunk while I just looked like I was about to trip over my own feet. It was... something.

After an hour of running around, sweating, and panting like we were in a high-stakes game (spoiler: we weren't), we collapsed onto the bench, gasping for air.

I grabbed the nearest water bottle and took a long, grateful gulp.

"Okay... that was... something," Arthur wheezed, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"I think I'm actually starting to enjoy this... in a torturous, not-sure-if-I'm-still-alive way."

I glanced at him, still catching my breath. "Yeah, it's definitely an interesting way to spend 3 AM."

I started pressing the spin button, watching the roulette wheel spin with a mix of desperation and hope.

"Huff... please... sleep," I muttered under my breath, praying for some mercy.

Arthur's voice, hoarse from the previous rounds, joined in.

"Please... let us get 'sleep' this time..." His tone was a mix of exhaustion and sheer pleading.

The wheel finally stopped, and we both stared at the result. "Bicycle." 

I blinked in disbelief. "We have to roll around the city again...? Arthur, you put this in, right?"

"How is this any different from jogging?" I asked, my voice dripping with frustration.

Arthur shook his head, just as surprised as I was. "Well... it's basically jogging, but with wheels this time."

I sighed. "Great." 

It was now four in the morning, and we trudged back to my apartment.

Since Arthur had come here earlier on his bike, he didn't need to go back to his place to grab it. Lucky him.

We hopped on our bikes and began cycling. Arthur and I hadn't cycled together in ages, so at least it felt a little nostalgic.

"Arthur, let's go there!" I pointed dramatically.

Arthur glanced at me, a bit confused as we pedaled down the empty streets.

"Where are we going?" he asked, breathing heavily between each word.

We rode for an hour, and surprisingly, I was actually enjoying it.

The breeze, the freedom, the random thoughts in my head—it was... kind of fun. 

"Arche, pose!" Arthur shouted suddenly, pulling out his phone.

I struck my coolest pose, channeling my inner pro cyclist. After the picture was snapped, Arthur nodded approvingly. "Okay! Let's keep going!"

The early morning air felt refreshing as we cycled through the now-empty streets.

The world seemed peaceful... except for us, of course, who were barely functioning after all the madness.

Arthur checked the time on his wristwatch.

"Okay! Let the roulette begin!" he declared.

I nodded, both of us panting from the bike ride. "Alright, let's see what crazy adventure we're up for now..."

The roulette wheel spun again, and we stared at it eagerly, both silently begging for 'Sleep.'

Finally, it stopped. We both leaned in to read it, and our eyes widened in surprise. "Breakfast?"

Arthur let out a huge sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, something normal for once," he muttered, rubbing his eyes.

"Breakfast, huh?" I echoed, feeling a little too relieved. At least it wasn't 'go jump in a lake' or something.

We started searching for a restaurant that was open at five in the morning, which, unsurprisingly, wasn't an easy task. "Hmm..."

I looked at Arthur, who looked just about as done as I felt. "Huff... let's just buy groceries."

Arthur nodded, a little out of breath. "Yeah, that's probably easier."

So, we trudged to the market, picking up whatever we could find.

After we managed to buy the basics, we returned to my apartment.

We both got to work cooking together, still too tired to care about anything fancy. Once the food was done, we sat down to eat.

I took a bite of the omelette and sighed. "Mhm... better than the previous drumstick."

"Agreed," Arthur said, swallowing a mouthful. "No more spicy food for a while. My throat can't take it anymore."

We ate in silence for a while, the simple comfort of food grounding us after the ridiculous night we'd had.

When we finally finished, we looked at the clock and realized it was already six in the morning. The sun had begun to rise.

"Let's start," I said, pressing the spin button. We both stared at the spinning roulette, neither of us really expecting anything good at this point.

The wheel spun, and we watched in silence, our hopes low but still hanging on by a thread.

Finally, the roulette stopped. Arthur and I stared at the result in disbelief, a mixture of joy and pure shock.

"Sleep?"

"LETSGO!" I screamed, jumping up with excitement.

Arthur and I both let out a collective sigh of relief, our faces lighting up with joy.

"Finally! We get to sleep!" Arthur shouted, his voice filled with the kind of relief you'd expect from someone who'd just been freed from an endless nightmare.

In our delirium, we started dancing... and, well, it was definitely more awkward than graceful.

But hey, we were celebrating, right?

I didn't waste any time. I immediately jumped onto the bed, feeling the soft embrace of the mattress.

Arthur followed me, collapsing next to me with the same exhausted grin on his face.

We both fell asleep almost instantly, too tired to even think about anything else. Not even the fact that we had school today.