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───alias// ☆fuuka ─role// rank 29 heartbreaker ─location// school hallway ─tags// itou satoru


the last thing naoko expected to happen was to be approached by one her classmates, especially itou-san, the one guy naoko always had a waey eye on. not only had she seen the boy break others, she had seen the way he did so; a way that naoko found inhumane and rather disgusting. it was even more of a reason to feed her hatred, though she couldn't dwell on that now, it seemed she needed to respond to the other. a sickly-sweet smile appeared on her features as she willed herself to force down the bubbling anger in her veins. the girl had gotten really good at controlling herself, as well as putting on a façade that made out as though naoko was an innocent little girl, caught in the middle of the hustle-bustle of the world. tilting her head, the grey-haired girl listened to satoru intently, smiling right back at him. she pocketed her phone, something she forgot was still in her hands, and let out a dainty laugh, covering her lips as she did so. "though I do believe that is none of your business, itou-san, I feel inclined to tell you that it was my mother," she giggled, a bubbly laugh that seemed so unnatural to her, yet so right. "I was excited purely because she informed me that my aunty, who loves me to no end, will be joining us for dinner tonight." she explained smiling brightly. naoko, ever the liar, had gotten good at making up reasonable excuses on the spot, especially ones that included her family. no one in the school was aware of her current position; as far as they were concerned, she was part of a happy, well-functioning family, to which naoko played on constantly to get out of things. things like family outings and family reunions were common in her lies, and very believable. what loving family didn't have outings for bonding time?
naoko eventually took itou's hand, shaking it gently, as a dainty girl should. it took all her might not to crush it in her own, which naoko chalked up as a 'win' for the day. hey, maybe she could go downtown and reward herself with a nice pamper session.
she quickly retracted her hand, willing herself not to wipe it against her skirt, and smiled at satoru happily. as cheerful as ever, she responded with a "iwasaki naoko, at your service." and a small wink, mentally cringing at how she was acting. oh well, as long as it kept the rumours at bay. the last thing naoto needed was to be targeted for hating males, as the rumour mill had started. if that was found out, her reputation as a heartbreaker could be revealed. hell, her whole entire reputation could go down the drain, and naoko relied on that to keep her father off her back. she caught herself shuddering and quickly straightened her back, not wanting to give off the wrong image. she smiled apologetically at the male, shrugging slightly. "sorry itou-san, I was just a tad bit cold. I mean, I forgot a jacket today and all, so the breeze is really getting to me!" she laughed, quickly deciding to change the subject. "but I must ask, why aren't you eating yet? you must be starving after our morning clases, no?" she asked, changing her features into a worried look.

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Maiko Akamine
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'Everything is alright', yes Maiko remembers those words, she would say them allot as a child. But she also remembered why she said them; a silent plea to be left alone. Nodding Maiko sighed, "okay but if you ever need anything, my office is in b block on the second floor. Just listen for the one with the laughter and sound of stuff being broken and you'll have found me." It was true, her office was shared with three other teachers and the lot of them would often get into shouting matches for fun only to burst into laughter and throw things at each other. In hind sight she wasn't quite sure why the four of them had been put together; none of them were as down to earth and strict as most of the teachers around and most of them had issues being serious for long periods of time.
But right now this was taking away from what mattered, Haruhi was down in the dumps and there wasn't much Maiko could do. "Well; how have you been going in your classes? You've been doing quite well in all of mine but I'd like to know if I can help you with your literature or history" The offer was an open-ended one, allowing further conversation to occur but also holding the tone of a farewell; if Haruhi so wished she could leave. In an attempt to make things easier on her student she began looking outside of the school and admired the scenery. Maiko was truly blessed to have been chosen to work at this school.

Word Count: 266 [Gosh I swear I usually write more than this ;-;]

[✦ nemuri]

ITOU SATORU ✦ ─────────────────────
──xmale ✦ 17 ✦ ninth ranked heartbreaker ✦ location;; in the halls
mood;; slightly wary ✦ tagged/mentioned;; iwasaki naoko



From the moment the girl turned to face him and opened her mouth to speak Satoru knew that there was something dangerous about her, even if he didn't know what. Her smile was easy enough to see through; as someone who was well versed in reading others' faces through Deceit, Satoru could quickly tell that she harboured an intense dislike for him. It wasn't like it bothered him very much, although he did prefer people who were more straightforward with him. It was clear that whatever thoughts that the black haired male had been having about Naoko being a potential target was quickly erased. "I apologize for the intrusion," Satoru commented as he nodded along to Naoko's next words. "That sounds quite pleasant. I hope everything will go well."

As the gray haired girl shook his hand gently like how other girls often would, it surprised him slightly to see her retract her hand so quickly. Managing to keep the surprise from his facial features and his voice, Satoru let out a small hum to indicate that he was still listening. Naoko certainly wasn't like other girls contrary to his first beliefs, and if the red eyed male had the time and patience he knew that she would definitely look more into Iwasaki Naoko, as she interested him to no end. Turning his head to glance out the windows, Satoru noticed that the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. They had reminded him of how he had used to pick up the blossoms from the side of the road that were still in relatively good shape and present them to his former victims. There was nothing that could be associated with his past, this Satoru made sure of. As he watched the pale pink petals slowly drift towards the ground, the black haired male with dyed magenta tips blinked as he noticed the other girl shiver from the corner of his eye. A wry smile catching the corner of his lips, he instinctively shrugged his blazer off and held it towards Naoko. Again, it didn't really matter to Satoru if Naoko disliked him; he would simply have to give her reasons to not dislike him instead. "Are you alright? I didn't feel a breeze of any sort, but you can borrow my blazer for the time being if you want. Wouldn't be a very good idea to catch a cold right before that family dinner."

The red eyed male wasn't very surprised to hear the green eyed girl change the subject. Shrugging his shoulders, a ghost of a frown tugged his lips down again. "I forgot my lunch at home due to being in a rush to get to school, but I managed to grab an apple in my way out. Either way, it was still quite filling. I appreciate your concern, though." Ending his sentence rather breathlessly, the male pinched the bridge of his nose in slight annoyance. Forgetting his lunch had been totally unintentional and something that Satoru did not want to be reminded of, yet Naoko managed to bring it up, despite never actually talking to the latter until now. In any case, there was nothing Satoru could do about that, so he replaced his rather aggrieved look to something more relaxed, despite the fact that his lips tightened slightly in anticipation of the gray haired girl's next actions.

It always fascinated the male how some people who able to change the emotions displayed through their faces so clearly. However, as stories say, the eyes are the mirrors to ones' soul and true feelings. Satoru had never stared into someone's eyes before without feeling somewhat like a creep, but in case Naoko was one of those people who could utilize that fact easily, he kept his eyes slightly averted. She seemed professional enough, with her convincing act and all. The only thing that Satoru managed to filter from their encounter was that she was a very good actor, and that scared him slightly. Of course, she probably wasn't expecting Satoru to show up, explaining the first sickly sweet smile that she had shown him.

[kami_]

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KATASHI H. AZAMI

◆ Target
◇ Male
◆ Tagged: Yosei, Saki and Miszukawa


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What did bring Katashi here? Yes, he'd required fresh air however he only wanted fresh air due to his disgusting sushi making him annoyed. However, Katashi felt that it would be too awkward to explain so he just replied: "I just fancied some fresh air for a change." that was when Katashi recieved the offer for some chicken. Now, he didn't want to appear greedy because truly he was a humble guy, but chicken was his favourite, and in some ways, it would be very rude for him to decline the offer. "yeah I'd love some, thanks" as he said so a very genuine and pleasing smile appeared on his face.
Katashi was removed from his 'chicken world' when he heard Mizukawa say hello. It was true, the two hadn't seen each other in a long time. "Mhm, very long time, where do you disappear to?" He threw in some light humour, just to lighten the mood a tad.
That was when he noticed a small, brunette girl appear on the roof. Katashi had seen her around, she seemed nice but he'd never had the opportunity to socialise with her. As the three chatted for a while Katashi watched as she came over and apologised for not acknowledging the group, but then ironically walked away again. Wait, then she came back, what a muddle!

Hearing Mizukawa claim to be the cool kid made Katashi laugh slightly. Although it was true, he'd never heard anyone boast out loud about such a thing as if it was some big achievement so it caused him to chuckle.
Katashi listened as the girl introduced herself, 'Igarashi Yosei'. From what Katashi was hearing she seemed alright, nothing to be concerned about.
That was when Katashi realised what was actually happening. The two were flirting. This wasn't just some off conversation, this was their style of flirting and to be honest, it was disturbing Katashi at how odd it was. I mean, who wipes crumbs off someones face apart from their mother? The awkwardness of the situation was making the boy cringe and it was displayed obviously on Katashi's countanace and body language. He had so many little sneaky remarks he wanted to make right now however he felt it may be best not to, so he held his tongue and looked like a school kid who'd just been given extra Math homework. Disturbed and confused.
Katashi looked towards Saki and murmured in a low voice, "Is that normal? Should I do that too?", The boy joked as he took a tissue out of his pocket and held it up ready to wipe someone's face.

[cherubim]

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───alias// ☆fuuka ─role// rank 29 heartbreaker ─location// school hallway ─tags// itou satoru


'oh man,' she thought, watching as satoru shrugged off his blazer. 'what have I just brought upon me? lord, I hope those germs will be easy to get off in the shower.' tossing up whether to be polite and go along with her act by taking the jacket or simply denying it because she 'didn't want itou-san to catch a cold either', naoko shakily took the blazer, smiling as warmly as possible. she could even smell him. not only would she have to scrub two layers of skin off tonight, she'd also have to bleach her nostrils. how fun. "o-oh my, itou-san, I thank you so much for your kindness!" she blubbered, tears forming in her eyes not just from the act, but from the knowledge that she was touching his blazer. "b-but I simply cannot take it, I'm sure you need it more than me!" she gently held out the blazer, wiping and small, stray tears from her cheeks. man, she was so pampering herself today. she smiled, hoping that he'd give in and take the blazer. god forbid if she actually wore that thing. she could catch a disease or even die.
she did notice, though, that satoru was genuinely upset and frustrated over leaving his lunch at home. she held a laugh, making it seem as though she sympathized with satoru. "ah, I do that frequently too. a shame, though! I'm sure you need nourishment. here; have something of mine." she hummed, reaching back to twist her bag around and find her lunchbox. thankfully, she found her packaged rice cakes that her father had made for her yesterday, and held it out to satoru. hey, they weren't stale, so naoko was being genuinely kind today. though some part of her hoped that her father had poisoned it; that needn't be voiced, though. "please take it, itou-san, you need to stay healthy! I have enough to last me for the day; mother always packs me too much." she assured him, placing the small container into satoru's hands. some small, tiny part of her genuinely worried that satoru didn't have lunch, but that was only because she was just a really nice gal, no more, no less. she kept her smile up though, wanting nothing more than to sell her act. of course, she could see within the small glimpses of satoru's eyes that he obviously didn't believe her. inside, naoko smirked and decided to turn that charm dile up a notch; she hated when she was doubted.

[grim.]

i usually put an image or smthn fancy here but cs rules, amiright?

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tags; rooftop squad mentions; n/a wc; 867

grimThe former first-ranked Deceit player had never exactly been the scholarly type and although he’d made the effort to show up for his first class that morning, he had quickly bailed out to pursue the entertainments of the city instead. At first he’d tried to weakly justify the absence by reassuring himself that he had errands to run, but picking up a jug of milk, a loaf of bread, and a fresh pack of cigarettes didn’t exactly constitute as an actual emergency and really could have waiting until after school. And with the flimsy excuse dissolved, he was free to admit that he’s just been craving the sound of pavement under the wheels of his skateboard and the familiar acrid burn of smoke in his throat and lungs.
grimAt least he actually came back to the school instead of just vanishing for the entire day like he usually did, albeit arriving just as the halls were flooding by everyone fleeing to enjoy their lunches. Walking through the door he hooked his skateboard through the strap of his backpack, the trucks and wheels wrapping around and almost cradling his waist as he made a beeline for the nearest possible microwave.
grimHe did his best to pay no mind to the many curious gazes that followed his progress, piercing running along the roof of his mouth and mint coloured eyes carefully averted. It had only been a month, yet within that small time frame at least seven different girls had come out of the woodwork to confess their love to him. All of them blushing furiously as they stumbled over themselves, but still trying desperately to retain some semblance of a cool factor in front of the rebel.
grimThough their gestures were sweet and kind of flattering in their own awkward ways, he had never been particularly interested in girl, and after his time as Anonymous, he’d been further alienated from the whole romance scene. So in the end he had always politely decline those who approached him. However he still remained keenly aware of those few girls –and even a small number of guys- who continued to admire him from a distance or even attempted to approach him before losing their courage and retreating back to their group of friends.
grimBeep. Beep. Beep. The obnoxious pinging of the microwave snapped him from his thoughts and informed him that his cup noodles were finally done cooking. Turning, he gingerly grasped the scalding paper cup in his hands and fled the cafeteria. He moved through the hallways with a languid laziness, weaving between the students, the thick soles of his combat boots thudding heavily against the tiled flooring and echoing loudly in the near-empty stairwell to the roof.
grimBy the time he reached the top of the stairs he could see that the door was already propped open and soft cacophony of voices met his ears and he strained to distinguish them. It was easy to pick out Saki’s voice, accompanied by the low murmurings of Katashi. There was also a louder, more confident voice that he had only just recently come to recognize as belonging to Kiosho. However there was a fourth voice that he hadn’t heard before; distinctly feminine and fairly quiet. With his curiosity piqued, the pale-haired boy stopped in the doorway, leaning casually against the door jam, eating his noodles and watching the scene unfold with an impassive gaze.
grimPoor Kiosho was just as clumsy as he was confident, trying to spark up a conversation with the brunette girl that seemed to evidently only have eyes for him and had a small blush dusting across her cheeks. However his endeavour was all but ruined as he very confidently mashed his food straight into his cheek. A very sarcastic quip of ‘smooth’ lay on the tip of his tongue, but the words never left his mouth as the brunette girl, still blushing, reached up onto her toes to wipe the food off of Kioshi’s face.
grimThat’s a little weird. His brows furrowed a little as the girl seized up, almost like she just realizing that she had just made some sort of huge mistake. Definitely more than a little weird. And most certainly a little overly-familiar for a girl who had never been a part of this particular group of people before, judging from the way she had introduced herself to them. Well, at least as far as he knew. For all he knew they actually went way back and he just didn’t know about it. A quick glance in Katashi’s direction proved he clearly didn’t know what to make of the scene either.
grimStoring these new tidbits of information in the back of his mind, he finally made his presence known, clearing his throat and pushing away from the doorframe lazily. “Y’know, Ki, if ya want pretty girl to pay attention to ya, a good place start is probably asking them out on a date, not giving yourself a sponge bath with your lunch,” he teased, slurping his noodles quietly and falling into the ragtag ring of people. “Busy crowd up here today; and here I thought I’d be able to smoke up here in peace.”

[aho]

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[ role ] target, 2nd year student [ location ] rooftop
[ tagged ] kiosho, katashi, yosei, yuki[ orientation ] heterosexual

She smiled as Kio accepted the melon bread that she had baked that morning as an extra source of food in case any of her friends got hungry on that particular day. There were a few things people didn't particularly know about Saki such as the fact that she always had tons of food to spare in that school bag of hers and more in her locker and the fact that she would share her lunch no matter who the person was. Today's lunch time was quite enjoyable seeing as she had the opportunity to talk to a few more people than usual that she didn't talk to much especially Katashi and Yosei. Saki giggled at Katashi's light sense of humour towards Kio before watching the series of events that unfolded between Yosei and Kio, in other words flirting. It was somewhat entertaining to watch Kio's attempt at flirting but she refrained from laughing seeing as he was really trying his best to impress the new girl. Yosei and Saki were in a few classes together and thought that she was a really nice girl, they often waved and greeted each other whenever they walked past each other. However, Saki still had yet to get to know her. But from the looks of the to-be-love-birds she seemed to have taken a liking to Kio catching a glimpse of a light blush on her cheeks in contrast to the brunette's pale complexion.

She really wanted to say something about how Kio was acting but she refrained from doing so again, even cringing slightly at his remark about being 'the cool kid around here' also having the sudden urge to face palm herself and laugh at the same time. She looked at Katashi in the eye and could already tell what he was thinking about the situation. Shuffling a bit closer to Katashi she was just about to say something about their awkward flirting before her eye caught a glimpse of Kio attempting to take a bite of the melon bread but instead squished it onto his cheek. Her mouth opened a little as if to utter a sound which would probably evolve into laughter. But in her head the mini Saki inside of her was telling her 'no! don't laugh that's really mean!'. She was really such an angel trying not to make him feel embarrassed. omg Kio how do you miss your mouth and take a gulp of air instead. You really are a dork Kio. What made things even more awkward than things already were she watched as Yosei reached into her pocket to pull out a handkerchief to wipe the bread crumbs off Kio's face. She actually didn't think anyone carried handkerchief's around anymore but was proven wrong by Yosei. From Saki's point of view it seemed as if Kio was reduced to a small child and Yosei being the mother in a matter of seconds from the small action. It looked like Katashi had the same thoughts again and the same expression as her, confused and lost. She needed a moment to process what had just happened before Katashi made a remark quiet enough so no one but Saki could hear, "Is that normal? Should I do that too?" and watched as he was about to reach into his pocket to pull out a tissue. She turned her head away so Yosei and Kio wouldn't hear and let out a quiet giggle that was almost inaudible.

The sound of someone clearing their throat stopped her inaudible laughing as she looked up to see Yukiteru. One of the regulars she would talk to almost on a daily basis. Saki watched as he gave Kio a piece of advice about getting a girl which was probably enough to embarrass him and watched as Yuki sat himself in the circle of people.
That morning she hadn't seen Yuki which she could assume was because he had decided to play hooky for a bit. She sighed having told Yuki so many times about smoking to no avail it had no effect. Usually she would snap at him or yell at him about how bad smoking is but this time she just murmured it quietly under her breath, "you should really stop smoking..."

[RoselynBlackThorne]

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𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔪 - - - 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: Akamine-sensei

Haruhi looked back up at the teacher for a moment to listen to what she wanted to say.
"Yes, sensei," she merely replied. Heck, she might not go down there anyway; just out of the habit that she was used to not asking for help and guidance from anyone other than her parents...
Her eyes had averted back to the floor after replying to Akamine-sensei, but she looked up briefly again upon hearing her ask about her grades. Did teachers usually ask about a student's grades?... If so, why was it important? Were grades the concerns of only parents and students?
Whatever. Might as well answer her, so as not to sound rude.
"Yes... I have been getting decent grades," she said truthfully. "Nothing has been lower than a 60% this year, and most of my free-time recently has been used for studying... Thank you, though, Akamine-sensei. I will surely come to you if I need help."
Eh... IF she needed help was an accurate way to put it.

[✦ nemuri]

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──xmale ✦ 17 ✦ ninth ranked heartbreaker ✦ location;; in the halls
mood;; kind of amused ✦ tagged/mentioned;; iwasaki naoko



Naoko was either a really good actor or hated his guts to the point where touching his blazer would bring tears to her eyes. In any case, he closed his eyes and brightened the smile on his face. Although Satoru was never good at handling girls who cried, it didn't mean a thing to the black haired boy if he couldn't see them. "Oh, but I insist! It's the least I can do, since you've gone as far as giving a stranger some rice cakes. Besides, I'm not that cold; use it as long as you need." Fighting back a small grin at the possible thoughts would were running through the other girl's mind, Satoru shifted his weight from foot to foot, closing his fingers gently around the small package that Naoko had placed in his hands. Why the gray haired girl had ended up giving him those rice cakes Satoru could never fully understand, but he assumed that it was most likely to keep her image up. In the end, he felt that they were pretty similar; both fighting to keep their image up while showing fake kindness to those they despised. While he would never admit that out loud, Naoko intrigued him in a way other girls wouldn't have been able to do, although the black haired male with magenta tips knew that he probably wouldn't go out of his way to shower the gray haired girl with sweet nothings just so that he could date her and dump her. While it would have been a good source of entertainment for the time being, Satoru had no doubt that the girl would somehow find a way to turn the tables back against him.

Letting out a small hum under his breath, the red eyed male gave the rice cakes a quick once-over. They appeared to be safe for eating, but one could never really know. Hell, even if they weren't, Satoru would've probably eaten them as well. There were certain things that being hungry could make one do, and rice cakes were pretty good, at least in his opinion. Pocketing them, the second year male nodded his head appreciatively. Although he himself wasn't completely sure if he was nodding out of natural reflexes or because he genuinely felt pleased, it didn't really matter in the end. After all, Naoko was just another person in the school that Satoru would have to eventually take the time to know. "Again, thank you for the rice cakes and the concern. Like I said before, I had an apple, but I'll keep them. How you managed to figure out how much I liked rice cakes would always be beyond me." Running a slim hand through his dark hair again, Satoru sent an amused smile in Naoko's direction.

Crossing his arms gently over his chest, his smile dissipated into a neutral expression, and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. He had been talking to Naoko for too long. He wanted to break off their conversation, but he knew that it would give him an image of a rude person, something that the gray haired girl would be eager to exploit. Satoru wanted to find Saki and learn more about her and maybe check if there were any new notifications from the Deceit app, but it was nothing more than wishful thinking. His phone let out a small vibrate when there was a new notification, and as far as he could tell, his phone hadn't even vibrated once since his encounter with Naoko.

Mind wandering off into the far and beyond, Satoru let out a small exhale, blowing a tuft of hair out from his ruby coloured orbs. When was the last time that he had actually struck up a conversation with someone other than a few classmates and teachers at school and potential targets? He lived alone; he had been since his last year in junior high. Besides, parents were annoyingly obnoxious when it came to love affairs. Satoru had broken the ties that bonded him to his friends in junior high upon discovering Deceit and climbing the rankings. He didn't need to know anyone that could potentially report him to the police for playing that game. It was something that he did to pass time, and pass time it did. For the longest time ever, the red eyed male couldn't remember what feeling bored was like. 'It was because after I had successfully broken someone I would immediately move on to another person,' Satoru assumed, before nibbling on the inside of his cheeks. Although his life wasn't exactly what he had wanted it to be, it worked out. He did well in school, he was never bored, and to those who didn't know him as well thought of him as someone who seemed approachable and rather friendly.

How wrong those foolish sheep were.

[hakuna matata;;]

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blushing intensely from the fact that he had essentially just smeared his lunch across his face, it was getting progressively more and more difficult to keep on a cool façade as he spoke to the stranger in front of him. even more so, her getting flustered in front of him was also rendering him clueless as to how to respond to her dainty giggles and the rosey pink that was dusting her cheeks while remaining on a cool composure simultaneously. with girls, on the off chance that they decided to come up to him and confess their undying love (and this was on an off, off chance), kiosho's reputation was usually already tampered with in their minds, so he could feel free to respond in his usual, awkward and dismissive manner. but this girl -- she was totally unaware of his reputation for being sort of a complete loser social outcast.

gah, who was he kidding -- he had shoved a melonbar in his face.

at fushimi comment, a light red burst into kiosho's cheekbones, rendering him almost as red as his own hair. rather than turning around, however, he simply buried his face into his hands, groaning as the three behind him felt free to secretly prod at him and tease him in their own, quiet manner. however, the girl in front of him -- who had just began to introduce herself as one of saki's classmates -- seemed totally unbothered by the trio's sly remarks, which was making kiosho progressively anxious to just get out of there.

"well, it's nice to meet you, igarashi --" he had sighed in a defeated fashion, about to give her a respectful little dip before he was interrupted by her delicate hand approaching his face, a cloth tucked in her fingers. okay, where in the world did this girl transfer from? with a tender brush against his jaw that was similar to that of a mother weird analogy, okay?, kiosho almost instinctively took a step back, gazing down at the girl who seemed totally taken aback even by her own actions. with his hand clasped over his mouth (as if that would suppress any sort of blush that was slipping back onto his complexion), kiosho quickly dropped the hand to grab at his can of water, fingers groping aimlessly before he managed to tighten his grasp on it, and picking it up with him, "you know what, i -- uh, i just remembered i needed to go do... something. so... yeah." he stammered as he quickly dashed off, leaving the melonbar unattended too as he approached the entrance, "uh, see you around, igarashi!" and with that, he dipped behind the door -- only to poke his head out once more to add, "and saki!" and to repeat the movement once more, "and you guys!
'you guys' being katashi and fushimi.

even after he slammed the door, kiosho stayed put for a moment, before letting out a groan, once again smacking the heel of his palm into his forehead. "stupid, stupid, stupid!" the girls action -- no matter how peculiar -- had totally wrecked him, for whatever reason. not only had she somehow broken through his façade in a matter of seconds simply by her smile he was actually just a really bad actor, she had caused him to dash out of the scene as quickly as he could pretty much because he couldn't face such a kind gesture. geez, what was with this girl? she was almost too friendly to be true -- luckily, kiosho was also pretty damn gullible.

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