Don't Mess with Me, Hachioji-Kun

Chapter 2: My Name?

The young artist was sat in his Clubroom, an apple in front of him which he sketched. The pen in his hand gently grazed and was struck against the paper in front of him, every swipe leaving behind small yet detailed lines which came togheter to form a delicate replica of the apple, give or take the colour.

It had been two days since Naoto had confronted the young girl, and as much as he tried to, she wouldn't leave his mind. Just what was her deal back then and what exactly was her plan? Because as far as he could tell all she did was nag him because of his, called him gross, got embarrassed when he confronted her and left.

Despite Naoto calling her out for it, he wasn't exactly convinced at the fact that she talked to him just because. I mean, why would she? He was just a random guy who just so happened to drop notes. Maybe she actually was just there to mess with him.

The boy sighed, subconsciously wanting to smash his head against the wall. 'I'll never understand girls.' The boy thought as he went deeper into the details of the fruit in front of him. He was hoping that at least the Art Room would be a place of solitude, but it seemed not to be.

That fact was settled in stone the moment someone knocked on the sliding door. The boy didn't even have time to ask who it was when the person on the other side thought that waiting two or three more seconds was just too much and slid the door open anyways. It was the girl from two days ago! Who would've thought?

"Hello, creepy Senpai!" The girl said in a cheery manner. She walked around the room for a few seconds, making note of all that decorated it, before turning back to Naoto. "I've been looking for you. I didn't expect you to be so hard to find, but then I thought 'Hey. That guy draws!' so I connected two and two togheter and came here. Crazy how things work, right?" The boy simply looked at her with exhausted eyes.

It hadn't even been a second since she was here and her loud voice was starting to sound like crackling fireworks to him. Despite that, a small blush formed on his cheeks at the fact that the girl had seemingly been looking for him. Though he didn't know what she'd get out of knowing his location.

"What do you want here? You're technically not even allowed inside." The boy asked. The girls face once again formed into a grin. "Aww~ don't be so mean. I just wanted to see my creepy senpai. Last time we got interrupted, didn't we?"

The boy looked at her with a confused stare. "Did we? As far as I remember, you just bolted out of the library with a flushed face." As it turns out, mentioning a flushed face to someone often results in their face flushing again. Example: This girl.

The young girl's face flared up slightly. "W-Well. Doesn't matter why, but we were interrupted. So I just wanted to investigate such a weird specimen like you a bit more.

"S-Specimen?! I'm not an animal!" Naoto complained. Nagatoro chuckled at the boy getting angry. "I mean, am I wrong? Here you are, the rare creepy Senpai, in your natural habitat!"

"If I could, I'd punt you out of the window for that." Naoto huffed as he turned back to his sketch. The girl chuckled. "Pretty big words for a lousy bean sprout, don't you think?"

It felt like an arrow had been fired from a distance, hitting Naoto right in his Achilles heel. If he could, he would've dropkicked the girl. Not out of the window, but into the stratosphere. "I know I'm skinny, but that's low."

"Do I hear self-pitty? Is my Senpai feeling insecure? Don't worry. Being skinny is just about the least of your worries with how creepy you are." The girl said as he reached for his hair, tussling it.

The boy flapped his hands over his head, trying to slap hers away. "No. No. Hands off my hair." He said. "You still didn't tell me why you come to me specifically. Don't you have other people to bother?"