𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚒 𝚔.

chapter 6

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The boy was rather tall, well, at least taller than you. With blonde undercut, piercings, he sort of intimidated you a little... until you saw what he held in his hands, making your heart a little bit at ease for some odd reason.
"Since when do girls enjoy mangas about fighting?"
You scoffed.

"Since when do boys like romance ones?"

"Touché", he grinned at you, "but just so you know, I ain't embarrassed"

"I know", looking at each other one more time, his turquoise eyes averted to his shojo manga once again with a slight smile.
Your eyes skimmed through the ink stained pages with artwork and your curiosity couldn't help but avert your gaze to the boy again for just a moment. Maybe it was to make sure If he was still there, but you noticed the cuts on his knuckles and it reminded you how Baji's and Manjiro's hands looked like after their fights.

"You know...", you said suddenly, catching the attention of the blonde boy, he looked at you through the strands of his overgrown bangs,
"...sometimes people read literature that give contrast to their current lifestyle"
You scoffed after thinking that maybe it was a dumb statement, "But it's just a theory-"

"I guess you're right", he then looked at you, still keeping the pages of the small book open with his slender fingers.

"Huh?"
You weren't expecting him to be so blunt.

"What about you?", he asked back.

"I don't know... does me reading this gore and blood filled pages equal with me wanting to punch someone in the face?"

"Maybe If you aren't usually like that... punching people in their faces i mean", he chuckled lowly.

"Am not..."

"Then do it"

"What?"

"Punch that person in the face"

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Your motivation was through the roof, even though you knew you could never actually do something like that to anyone for that matter. But then you'd remember Baji's face and the way he was acting ever since you came back, as If you weren't obvious enough that his words deeply wounded you.

The classes ended pretty quickly when you tried to stay focused, good grades would come in handy.
It came as a good distraction from various things that occupied your mind as well.

Not expecting him at all, you saw his figure right next to the school gate after the classes ended. His long dark hair was never hard to miss.
You picked on the material of your pockets inside, trying to transfer your nervousness, but with no avail. His eyes noticed you and the more you came closer, the more you became uneasy.

You brought your hands out of the pockets of your blazer, clenching them every few moments.
His eyes trailed from your face mixed with nervousness and anger, to your knuckles.
So she was serious, he thought to himself and the way you acted somehow started amused him.

"Should I expect that punch?", the corner of his lips turned slightly upwards.

"Do you know at least what's making me want to punch you?"

"Yeah", he said, and you swore you could see a glimpse of guilt flashing in his eyes before he averted them to the side to look at nothing in particular.

"Then why'd you do it? Why do you follow me around now, asking not to avoid you?"

"Cause I missed you"
He finally looked at you and your shoulders relaxed, your hand dropping by your side in defeat, fingers uncurling.
The word 'annoying' pulsated in your brain, the same word that was pointed towards you and utterly destroyed your bond with the boy, so, what changed?
You were still weak to him and the way he says things. He meant it, just like yesterday.
It doesn't make sense.

"I knew you couldn't do it"
Bitch.
Your nose scrunched instantly, with furrowed brows and without thinking your hand flew to his cheek, slapping him and leaving reddish spot behind.

"So what?! I have to fucking put up with you and your problems, what about how I feel, huh?!"
Your eyes watered, but you refused to cry, especially in front of him.
But, he could see it. He could clearly see what was going on, because just like when you were kids, he read you like a book.
He knew how fucked up it was.

It wasn't a teasing matter anymore, no matter how much he tried to make the things he said to you not a big deal. It clearly was something to you.
He realized once he saw the back of your figure walking away, making him remember how you walked away that cursed day too.
Both of those times hurt by the same person.

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