Nibutani's P.O.V:
Me, Togashi, Takanashi, and Dekomori had left the apartment complex so we could all walk to school together.
We walked along the side walk, watching the cars zoom by as we chatted amongst ourselves. Well, more like Togashi and Takanashi were the ones chatting.
I pulled out my phone and started texting while walking. If you must know who I was texting, I was texting one of my many friends (the one's in me, Togashi, and Takanashi's class of course).
While I was texting, my mind wondered back to Dekomori for some odd reason. The way she hugged me, nuzzling that cute face of hers into my chest.
My eyes widened and my eye twitched,
Wait, did I say 'cute'???
I mentally slapped myself for my disgusting thoughts. How in the hell could I find someone as annoying as her cute?!? Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!
I had to fight the urge to take my eyes off my cellphone and look at Dekomori. But in the end, my desire to do so had won in the end; again!
I shifted my attention towards Dekomori, who was still as scilent as ever. Now that I think about it, she has been too quiet.
I turn my head forward and think about something. After I made my decision, I slowed my walking pace down significantly so she could catch up to me unintentionally.
After she caught up to me, I tap her shoulder gently. "Hey, are you okay?" I ask as I look at her with genuine concern. Even though she's a pain in the butt, I still gotta look after her.
She lifted her gaze off of the ground and then to me, she gave a gentle nod in response. "Y-Yeah, I am! Why wouldn't I be??" She said, getting oddly defensive again.
I raise an eyebrow, "Sure you are." I agree with her sarcastically, to which she huffs in response.
She faced forward and continued to walk forward. "Were enemies, imposter. Why would you willingly ask such a pathetic question?" She asked me.
I flinched when she said that, although I didn't know why I reacted in that way.
"Uhm, because..." I ponder off, trying my hardest to come up with an awnser.
She only nudged me with her elbow, causing me to wince at the small jolt of unexpected pain.
"As I suspected, you are far too easy to read." Was all she said to me.
I grumbled in annoyance with her comment, it made me irritated.
"I suppose I'll take my leave. We are here." She said, and she was right, we had made it to our school. She then started to walk away.
Something in me told me to stop her in her tracks, so I listened. "Wait!" I shouted, grabbing her hand and holding it gently.
She immediately stopped once our soft flesh collided. She turned to me,
"What do you want?" She asked me as she averted her eyes, she looked to be pretty pink on the cheeks.
I pulled her a tad bit closer, not caring if people were looking at the moment. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to lash out at you like that..." I apologized as I looked down, feeling slightly guilty.
I could feel her gaze pour into me, so I looked up from the ground so I could look at her too.
She sighed softly, "I forgive you, imposter..." Her voice sounded weak, almost dead...
My eyebrows furrowed with worry, I didn't let go of her hand just yet. "Dekomori..."
She finally looked me in the eyes, I was relieved to say the very least.
"Yes? What is it that you want?" She asked me, wearing a pokerface, as if trying to protect herself from me.
Wait, is that what this is about? Does she...hate me...?
I silently prayed that wasn't the case. If it was, I would feel beyond upset...
"Do you..." I hesitated, "...Hate me...?" I forced myself to finish that sentence that I have already started. My voice showed signs of fear, I was truly nervous to hear her response.
To my surprised, she giggled.
"Of course not! How could you think such a thing, Fake Mori Summer?" She asked me, tilting her head to the side like an attentive puppy.
I fought the urge to blush. And thankfully, I won.
I pursed my lips together, glaring slightly in thought. After a bit of thinking, I came up with an awnser. "I don't know, Dekomori. But...are you sure you don't hate me?" I asked her again.
She nodded, "I am most certain of that fact!" She gave me a confident smile, squeezing my hand in hers.
This time, I blushed, again. I could feel some of the student's eyes burn into my back.
"And besides," she interrupted my scilent thought process. "I am this way because of another avent..." She mumbled ever so softly.
I was thankful enough to hear what she had said. "Oh, could we maybe talk about it?" I asked, looking at her once again.
She stayed scilent, not daring to utter another word. She let go of my hand quickly, before turning her back to me.
I looked down slightly to see a balled fist, her nails digging into her palm.
"No." She finally awnsered me. "I do not see the need to discuss such personal topics with my true master's imposter." She added on.
For some odd reason, it made me sad, what she said made me sad. I guess it's because I'm her friend and it hurts that she doesn't trust me with her secrets.
It's like she believes that I'm going to tell the whole school about her problems or something like that.
I heard her walk away, I wanted to stop her again, but I decided that I already bothered her enough. She needed space, especially from me.
I looked around, people started to whisper into each other's ears as they looked at me.
I clenched the strap of my bag violently, I hated when people gossiped, it honestly pisses me off.
I grumble in annoyance as I stomp off quickly, making my way towards the doors of my school.
