𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 *ೃ༄ 𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘯

𝗒𝗈𝗎

Today, we begin gym class.

It's not that I'm bad at gym class, I just dislike it.

I grab my clothes and change quickly.

The gym uniform consists of blue shorts and a t-shirt with the school's logo printed on the back.

It's not as ugly as my junior high one at least.

I lace up my shoes and leave the boys locker room.

Looks like I'm the first one to finish changing. Well, except for one person.

Blue tipped boy sits on the bleachers off to one side, his knees tucked up to his chest.

I didn't even see him in the locker room. How did he change so fast?

I sit down next to him and smile.

He sighs.

"Why do you keep finding me?" he asks, "What do you want?"

"I don't... want anything," I say, "My name is Tanjiro Kamado! What's yours?"

For a moment he says nothing, eyes on the floor.

"Alright, listen up!"

It's the gym coach. I notice that the other boys have filed into the gym.

Dammit! He was so close to telling me his name! Now I'll have to keep calling him blue tipped boy.

"You two! Get off the bleachers! Class is starting!"

It takes me a second to realize he's talking about us.

"Hashibira! If your hair's gonna be that long, you have to tie it up!"

"What?!" blue tipped boy cries, clearly not too happy with the idea.

Hashibira? Is that his name? I thought that was a last-

"Kamado! Quit staring and get off the bleachers like I told you to! Hashibira, tie up your hair now! I wasn't asking!"

Oh, so we're getting called by our last names.

Great.

This gym teacher is scary.

I quickly scramble off the bleachers and join the other boys.

Blue tipped boy does not want to tie his hair back though, he seems pissed.

It's only once the teacher threatens to give him detention that he finally does as told.

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When I get to lunch I don't sit with Nezuko and her friends. I think it's best if she branches out without me.

I do, however, follow blue tipped boy.

Why did he go outside?

I finally find him near the soccer field.

It's lined with bleachers, and the first set has a spare one pushed underneath it.

The backs of the bleachers are lined with a chain link fence so no one can get under them, and yet blue tipped boy has still managed to get in there.

He sits on the spare bleacher, underneath the other ones, watching through the slats as the soccer players practicing.

From here, I think he looks like a bird in a birdcage.

I don't think that the players can see him, it's pretty covered.

A nice spot, actually.

I muster up my courage and walk over, squeezing underneath the bleachers through a little gap at the end of the fence.

I sit beside him.

He doesn't look at me, just runs his hand through his hair, his eyes on his shoes.

"Hello again," I say softly.

"You just follow me everywhere, don't you?" he says.

I shrug.

"Can i sit with you?" I ask.

I don't want to intrude on his space more than i already have, so if he tells me to get lost, I will.

"Okay," he says with a surprising shyness.

Well that was unexpected.

I smile at him. He just looks away and grabs a sandwich out of his backpack.

I grab my own lunch.

We eat in silence, with me occasionally trying to start up a conversation, and it promptly ending with his mumbled one word answers.

The awkward nervous feeling in my chest brings me discomfort, but not as much as usual.

When the lunch bell rings we've both finished eating already, so we're just sitting there, watching the soccer players.

"We should go to class," I say after a minute, then, "Thank you for letting me sit here with you."

He nods.

"You can sit here again, as long as you don't tell anyone else about the spot."

A warm feeling flutters in my stomach.

"Okay," I say.

"My name's Inosuke," he says quietly as he picks up his backpack.

"What?"

"You asked what my name was during gym class. My name is Inosuke."

I beam.

"Nice to meet you, Inosuke!"

I swear I see a faint blush on his cheeks, but it's probably just my imagination.

"Mhmm," is all he says.

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I chat with Nezuko and Giyuu on the way home, and more with Nezuko as we cook dinner together.

"You seen in a better mood today! Things go well? Good classes?" Nezuko asks.

I nod.

"It went great!"

Why did meeting blue tip- Inosuke- I remind myself, make me feel so much better inside?

I can't keep calling him blue tipped boy, even in my head, or sometime I'm gonna slip up and call him that to his face!

"Tanjiro?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you pass me the onion powder like I asked? You've got that weird daydreamy look in your eyes again. What's going on?"

Nezuko stares at me like she's trying to see into my soul.

"Nothing's going on Nezuko, I'm just thinking."

Wait, did she say daydreamy?