𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 [𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭.]

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦𝟎𝟕: ̗̀➛

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 , 𝘬𝘪𝘴*𝘬𝘪

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"𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺."

― 𝘙𝘶𝘮𝘪

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- [𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲] 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁,
 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿
 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿
 𝗯𝗮𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿
 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲 -

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"goood morning, kisaki-kunn" [name] drawled out her words as she smiled, noticing her desk mate as he dragged his chair against the bland, off white tiles. "its the afternoon- evening, almost" he corrected, an irked expression on his features at her annoying tone and mannerism

"...do you always have a stick up your ass cheeks, or are you just constipated because i have these pills-" kisaki's frown furthered, being an annoyance must have run in the genes. "hey, why do you have that big ass bruise?" 

he sighed, running a hand down his face as he let out a deep breath, his finger's grazing the injury. the teacher walked in, causing her to be  [name]'s focus point before looking at the faux blond. "you should stop making faces, you'll get wrinkles and look like an old man-" kisaki quickly interrupted her "shut up"

his grimace (grimace shake haha) only deepening as he scoffed. his opinion changing with each of their meetings, as he was continuously pushing up his plans to eliminate the girl. she taunted him each time he had rearranged his schedule, moving everything else around with her.

so annoying.

[name] stared at the side of his face for a few moments, turning her head to look back to the teacher, laughing in her head. she aimlessly tapped her fingers against the wooden desk lightly, tuning in and out of the lesson as she used her other hand to draw small, crappy doodles in the margins of her otherwise barren notebook. she would occasionally look at the board, absorbing the information before the teacher erased it.