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𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ―――――――――――――――――― 〝... the only one for me. 〞
"ooh- weh!"
bachira was able to jump at y/n for the first time ever; she would have fallen on her butt if he hadn't enveloped her so tightly. the cheery male grinned and celebrated, "yay! i got you, l/n-chan!" with a mischievous chuckle.
"hello to you too, bachira-san," y/n implied with a small smile on her lips. she began to motion both her hands and lightly brushed them towards bachira's back while hovering by his waist, specifically above it. she wasn't exceptionally fond of hugs, as is clear concerning the fact that she chose to refrain from indulging in on a full hug.
as her and bachira parted, the (h/c)-haired female glanced at the rest of the freshly arrived individuals and waved at them.
"hello, everyone." she bowed 170 degrees to show the upperclasmen respect; they were a year apart in age after all.
izumi joined in with her friend, she laid her head atop of y/n's and dug her hands through her school blazer's pockets. "hello! are you dudes my f/n's friends?" she smiled sheepishly with inevitable curiosity.
albeit, in the same split second, izumi lost her stable posture. she gasped as a sudden surge of uneasiness and possessiveness struck through her. "wait!"
she parted away from y/n, leaned back and crossed her arms. "you're not..." she dramatically initiated, squinting her eyes. the team struck back; staring back at the brunette in total curiosity and slowly gaining interest what question might she have before them. "you're not treating her badly... are you?" izumi raised her eyebrow, thereafter forming a face printed visibly of suspicion, worry, and doubt with a frown.
(・o・)
with that, an awkward silence was shared between the small group. "huh?" a confused isagi hummed with a seemingly question mark above his head, ( ･ 〰 ･ ) ?following after him was hiori; (´･_･) "no way." the cyan-haired male defended. "i'm not buying your lie! you men are the crappiest of all crap. how could i trust you?" she remarked with an overly exaggerated, dramatic tone.
y/n stood there in between the group of men and her friend as they held a small debate regarding the girl herself. i honestly feel like i'm the one feeling exhaustion on behalf of them... she thought, sighing.
so as being fed up with their nonsense that would gradually pop multiple veins on top of an individual's forehead, l/n f/n finally interrupted them. "okay, okay. look, izumi." bringing up her arm to have a massage session with her temples, she paused for a second, obtaining her breath for stable performance. "they're not that of a group of bad people, okay? so... i'm fine." she assured her friend whose feelings were earlier filled with worry and concern.
