Our Symphonies | satosere

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"that was so intentional"

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Shaking my head with utter confusion, I gave him a 'you're kidding' look.

"How's strolling in the school garden like a regular student make me a perv, you goober?"

He flinched at the venom in my voice before kneeling down to pick the worn-out satchel bag from the grass. Swallowing, he said to me in a whisper, "Y-You knew that my pants' zip was open, didn't you?"

My eyes expanded thrice the original size, Gasping as I kept a hand over o-shaped mouth, I glared at him as though he said the most impossible thing. "What?"

"Don't pretend like you didn't see anything," The blush on his cheeks spread rapidly, his hands occupied with rummaging through the vintage-ish leather bag.

"What exactly do you think I might've seen?" I crossed my across the chest, pressing my lips. "I don't belong in the sickos category to begin with, and secondly, I didn't catch the shade of your boxers either -"

"Ew!" He exclaimed, cutting me short and cupping his burning cheeks in both palms, to which I blinked a couple of times. "You're crossing the limit! Just admit that you did the bad thing, and it's obvious that was so intentional."

I threw my hands in the air with frustration, "So now I'm a stranger's self-acknowledged female rip-off Flynn Rider." I paused sarcastically, watching how he scrunched his nose while getting on his feet. "If stated in simple words."

"Listen, I don't know what your problem is," He took a deep breath and then hung the bag over his shoulders. "but I'm certainly not willing to spend another span of my precious time here."

With an eyeroll, I observed how he regained his composure and slowly walked past me - his walk a little clumsy, as though there were stones in his captoe boots.

His poise was a little off-beat from what I had seen in most guys. There wasn't this masculine aura surrounding him, and something told me that he was that typa person who'll remain silent even if you step on his spectacles [I mean, if he had any] and break them, and that he rarely ever spoke a word. The baggy shirts, socially-awkward types.

Don't ask why I thought so, Blame my nitpicky braincells.

A shake on my shoulders shoved me back to the present, my eyes meeting with Koharu's pair of green ones as she perked a brow at me, and I stumblingly caught my schoolbag under time when she threw it.

"Good morning Ms. lalaland, And FYI, the school's already over." She declared, sardonicism binding her tone.

I passed her a sullen pout, "I was dealing with things."

Her eyes narrowed. "Or perhaps acting like it." With a cough, she gingerly neared me and then asked, "Speaking of which, who was that guy? The shabby looking one I mean?"

I gave off an exhausted sigh, gaping in the distance and processing the entire incident in reverse for the second time. It's quite straightforward that those minutes were a great source of annoyance for me, but with all that given, it entertained me. And for the most part, I'm sure I'm gonna laugh my head off after being reminded of his embarrassed face. It was an - experience.

I massaged my temples, smiling at my puzzled friend. "We didn't exchange each other's names, Koharu."