manipulative mind || kokonui

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kokonoi had always deemed school as a place where the word 'boring' would be crafted all throughout the corridor.

but he was indeed wrong. very wrong.

that was the first time he had seen her. she was speaking oh-so-confidently in front of the whole school as the top student. the way she speaking was so gentle and kind, her face calm and collected and her gesture was nothing but perfection in the eyes of the 11 years old kokonoi. she was his senior, a respected one at that. and he was a new student. surely the girl wouldn't notice him.

right?

"sorry for the intrusion, can i called out for a hajime kokonoi, please?" the girl slid the door as she spoke to the teacher in charge of the lower year students, eyes all on her and the young male had stopped his hand from writing, looking at her instead.

for some reason, since the first day, he had never really been successful in throwing the girl out from his mind. she's been running in his mind for days, not making even an ounce of effort to dissapear whatsoever.

"-noi! kokonoi!" the male teacher spoke, hands knocking on kokonoi's desk. kokonoi flinched. when did he get here?

"ah, yes!" he hastily stood up and cokkected his stuff. following the older female out of the classroom after muttering to excuse him.

had he been following behind the taller female, subsconsciously, he had been wondering how it would felt like if he actually touch her hair.

slowly, his hand made their way to her hair. before it could ever touched the girl's soft blonde hair, he retracted his hand as she spun around, facing him and giving him a smile.

"teacher ririna is looking for you." she smile for the last time before spinning her heels and leaving the boy stunned.

kokonoi swallowed up his nervousness. "wait! you... what's your name?"

the girl hearing this, smile softly before turning to look over her shoulder.

"my name is inui akane," she waved slightly. "see you later, hajime."

and kokonoi swore. at that moment, his heart had stop beating. stop pumping up blood to his whole body, every cells in his body had their switch being turned off.

all because of a girl.

a girl he had met and never really had a proper conversation with.

it made him wonder, is this how love felt like for everyone?

over the past 4 months of studying here, inagakuen public school. this school was separated in two, one being the lower graders and one being the upper graders.

kokonoi had made a process.

or at least he thought he did. how could you blame him? the only time when he would eventually meet the older female was during the recess, they are free to roam around as long as the break was up. and their canteen was in the same campus. it gave him a tiny bit of a chance to greet the female, though it made hjm rethink his decision a few times, he would swallowed his fear and stopped by to say hi and then he would run off somewhere with less students to clutch his heart and calm his heartbeats.

"i think you'll need a tutor for this subject," mr. kazuhito said bluntly, his droopy ocean blue eyes was staring straight at his student, none other than kokonoi himself. he held a tender smile as he spoke in his usual calm tone. "i know you're family may not be able to afford the cost of cram school and i think that i may have another solution for you, i already had someone in mind who would accept and teach you without needing the pay."

the young teacher pushed his glasses up and began eyeing the thin paper in his hand again.

"if there's no problem, i would like you to begin your session with her as soon as possible. can you stay back for a few hours after school tomorrow? please do ask permission from your guardians."

there's nothing worse than having to stay back at school. moreover to study and review one of his most hated subject, english.

kokonoi had always been doing his best in english but never got a higher score than 32 in the subject.

he had been waiting for the past 12 minutes for his tutor to come by at his class and start the tutor session, in that time, he had mindlessly watch over the window, thinking of a certain girl.

fast footsteps-sounding like a person is running went with his hearing as he snapped his head to look at the door. sliding the door, the female with the same soft blonded lock stood there, clutching her knees as she breathe heavily due to all the running.

"i'm sorry, i'm late."