❝ one aspect he finds amusing on her. ❞
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"I feel so bad for the girl," Kagura mumbled before sipping on the packed orange juice from the straw, eyes still lingering on the nervous and terrified girl that sat with her own group of friends. "You're so lucky to not be picked and be partnered with Kiyama-kun instead."

(Name) just nodded along. "Yeah. Really lucky." She didn't really think much on what she's saying, simply playing with her food in a small daze.

Of course, this didn't go unnoticed for the silverette, eyeing her friend down with suspicion.

"You are the real (Last Name)-chan, right?"

"What the hell kind of question is that? 'Course I am."

"The real (Last Name)-chan never dazes when it comes to these things." Deadpanned, she glared to her best friend, who only had a lopsided grin and playfully had her hands up. "Geez! No need to be so uptight! But what I meant to say was that you've been acting rather tense lately. 'Something up?" Her playful demeanor now gone and her eyebrows furrowed together.

The (Hair Color)-nette's gaze softened once she found concern within Kagura's sakura-colored eyes. Recalling the small, irrelevant, yet unnerving events that happened last night. The thought of that silhouette being a possible stalker wasn't helping her calm down at all.

"No, it's nothing," she answered unsubtly, picking the food off of her plate. "I'm just getting too stressed over that stupid project is all." Lying wasn't her forte, but at this moment, it seemed better than getting her involve.

As soon as she mentioned about the project, the sakura-eyed female groaned irritatedly.

"My partner absolutely does NOTHING! Seriously, I'm trying to get my grades up again but she keeps on talking to her friends!" Kagura ranted, it was crystal clear from the way her eyes fired up that she was completely stressed out. "And she had the nerve to call me a lazyass even when I'm doing most of the work! Like, bitch please." She stopped for a moment to breathe as (Name) just took a sip from her bottled water.

"You do have it bad," was all the (Hair Color)-nette replied.

She pouted. "Hey! That's all you're gonna say?"

"Are you trying to say that I should... pity you?"

"Isn't that what I'm trying to get in the first place?"

They both stared intensely at one another. (Eye Color) glued onto pink.

"Then yes, that's all I'm saying."

"Meanie..." She grumbled, crossing her arms on the table before scooting forward. "So, how's your part of the project coming along?" She changed the subject, seeing as she didn't get the response she wanted a while ago.

(Name) tilted her head, looking at the ceiling for something to say, before glancing back over to her friend. "We had a couple of ideas we could use, but we're still stumped," she sighed. "Besides, sensei never really specify what kind of presentation should it be."

"Mm... You have a point there, (Last Name)-chan."

Suddenly, a loud shriek brought their attention away from their subject and over to one of the tables they were staring at earlier. Much to (Name)'s dismay, she didn't feel all too happy about anything now.

Hiroto had a devilish grin on his face, hand slammed onto the table next to where his scared partner was. A few of his friends were right behind him, snickering at the scene.

They both couldn't decipher what he was saying but it was obvious from how his lips twisted into a small snarl, closing his face to the girl whilst muttering a few things before pulling away. From the way the girl's friends stood up and quickly took her away from the table, (Name) knew that it wasn't something good.

Of course it wouldn't. Anything about him is something wrong.

Though, what startled her was how his eyes already found her and were burning right through her skull. She just jumped in shock, not even expecting him to find their table so quickly. All he did however was smirk at her and turned away, walking back to his friends.

Now she's getting wary and uncomfortable with everything that's happening. All because she decided to do the project with Tatsuya at his place. Maybe then, she wouldn't have spoken to him at the time.

When Kagura questioned how he only stared at their table, she only shrugged it off, forcibly resuming the conversation they had to forget about him.

If he could be forgotten at this point.