𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡

♛ 𝟏𝟏: Psychomachy

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            It was as if weekends passed by like a bird on a branch of a cherry blossom tree, becoming but a memory. That was the case for the third year Inazuman student, Kazuha. Likewise, many seemed to already miss the worry-free atmosphere of running around the field.

The male didn't bother to complete his notes. In fact, his mind was out and about, wanting to come back to his paradise, the dojo. His hand, which were packed with calluses longed to hold his sword, and prove his ability to protect, but there was something else it wanted to hold for the day.

Her handshake was firm, yet gentle, when he had first met her in Inazuma, her camera opened to shutter and take picture of the scenery of the district of lightning. The way they had smitten him in the first meeting was unacceptable... these emotions did not fit him at all.

"Looks as if you've been dreaming." The male snapped to the woman next to him, eyes of purple iridescence reflecting his image like a mirror.
"What is it that you've been thinking of?" The male stayed silent for a few moments, thinking of his answer.

"Nothing. It concerns no one," said the male.
"Huh. And I thought you're finally falling in love." He hated how the symptoms of love feels just like she said.
"Kazuha in love??" A male entered the conversation. "No. It's not that, Thoma." The male looked away, embarrassed. "Ah. The class presidents are having a meeting soon. I must leave the two of you to his conflicts. Farewell."
The girl walked away hastily, short ice blue hairs flailing alongside.

"Andddd Eula saves the day, again." Thoma sat where Eula was, and looked at Kazuha's eyes.
"Won't you tell me now? I'm good at keeping secrets!"

"She's a year below."
"Oh a second-year?" Kazuha nodded, "She holds a camera."
Thoma nodded as Kazuha went on.
"And she has... h/c hair."
Thoma laughed, "So, Y/n?" Kazuha's eyes widened for a second before he admitted defeatedly. "There's many, many wolves out there," Thoma warned, looking at a random person. "Everyone is easily charmed by Y/n, but only a few gets to see her very soft personality! I, for one, hear from many of the gossip that Y/n is wife material!" Kazuha's face blossomed to a blush. "But then in truth, they have a cousin, who's husband material."
"What else do you know?" Kazuha asked the male, who laughed like a maniac. "You're very interested in this topic, that I can't help but laugh!"

"Well then..." The male starts to list off one of the rumors. There were a few people who expressed their dislike on Y/n, such as Helen, and Qian, and some were very thankful for her, such as Noelle, and Atsuko.
Soon enough, they had to say their goodbyes, having been called to a meeting (Thoma), and having been called to come home (Kazuha).

He made it to the school gardens, which was occupied by a certain girl in h/c hair.
Her hand held a camera, picturing the mint flowers. A small smile laid on her lips, eyes glistening with joy. In front of her was a myriad of flowers, specifically a part of the garden that separates the beauty of Cecilia and silk flowers. With the sun setting slightly, her hair was lambent with the glow of the sun outlining her.

Before he could leave, his eyes caught a figure, peeking silently at the garden, like a highschool girl stalking her crush. The man squinted, and he could make up an ashy-colored hair, and tan skin— Kazuha's eyes widened in realization.

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"No need to be shy," Y/n mumbled as she took a picture of the blue flowers by the edge of the garden, entertaining the eyes that gazed at their figure.
"A.. apologies."