❝ always stuck in his line of vision. ❞
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"Hey, he's coming this way!" Kagura whispered to the (Hair Color)-haired girl, who whipped her head over to her best friend and gave her a look. Clutching the strap of her bag that hung over her shoulder in a tight fist, she shut her locker.

She didn't dare look over to where her friend was looking at. Not even a single glance spared. "And so?" She bluntly spoke. "Amano-san, when did you get interested in guys? Especially him."

"I'm not interested in him!" The silverette pouted, looking offended. "I'm interested in the gossip going around!"

Bemused, "uh-huh..." Whimpers and yells came through the hallway and the girl already has an idea of what's happening. Insults tossed back and forth before she heaved.

She watched her friend look over behind her shoulder again and had a mischievous smile on her face. (Name) groaned from her best friend's childish behavior and wanted to leave already. She only wished for the delinquents that the students continued to stare at to leave so that her best friend wouldn't hold her in place.

Unnervingly, she shuddered from an unknown feeling. She just wanted to get to class and tugged her friend's arm, eyes asking her if she's done staring.

Kagura rolled her eyes. "Wow, (Last Name)-chan. I didn't know that fighting was scary for you," she joked.

Even though she knows her friend was kidding, she sarcastically responded, "yeah, totally scared of fighting. It's definitely not because I find arguing with delinquents like Kira-san and his group pointless." The white-haired teen placed a hand over the (Hair Color)-nette's mouth.

"Hey! What happens if he hears this?" She shushed her. (Name) removed her hand from her mouth.

"Like he'd give a damn about a comment like that," she answered back. She finally hears the teacher's voice beginning to scold both groups — she thought that it was a group fighting the other — most especially Hiroto's. "Okay. Fights gone. Let's go," she ushered adamantly. Kagura whined, wanting to stay and watch, but complied.

Even when they both entered their classroom, they could already hear the teacher telling everyone to go to their classrooms since it was almost time. The two friends separated and went to their seats, sadly being far from each other, seeing students flood into the classroom, not wanting to be in trouble.

(Eye Color) scanned through the crowd of students that piled into the classroom in a rush, but not before letting her eyes pass by the gray-haired male. Bubblegum chewed in his mouth with his earphones already plugged into his ears. Phone being held in his hand, making his way to his seat, which was just next to her.

She found it troubling sitting next to him. Her mind could only be glad that he would always bother the girl on his other side and not her, a huge relief that she has whenever he does attend classes.

It wasn't surprising for her that he attended class. Absolutely not. It's out of the fact that she knew that he'd disappear the next day and not attend.

Today, however, he didn't look like he was interested in bothering anyone. Bad mood was one way to put it.

Stealing a quick glance over to the leader of this infamous delinquent group of her school, something caught her eye. It wasn't as visible, but it was there. Something sharp, yet so small poking out from his mouth. He only continued to play on his phone with his earphones plugged in, blocking the world out.

Before her curiosity could get her caught, the teacher walked into the classroom, her attention taken away from the unknown suspicion she had on the boy.

Little did she know, the exact moment her eyes were no longer focused on Hiroto, it was him who stares at her.

He only returned his gaze back to his phone when the teacher began speaking, unlocking it.