Philophobia 2 (Yandere! Sugawara X FemReader!)

| Part II: Coincidence |

"Is that... is that Kauri?"

It's the first time I've seen her in three years. And if she's been attending this college right alongside the both of us, all this time, it's a miracle that I am just now running into her.

I eyed her as we approached, getting second thoughts. I'm sure a lot of people think about barreling themselves in some sort of hole whenever they meet someone they once knew in their youth.

And yeah; I was no exception... but I just couldn't help but stare. Her hair, it's gotten longer. Much longer than my own-- and I see she still keeps it black. It's much like her charcoal-colored soul.

And her sense of fashion has improved. She still dresses as though she needs every pair of eyes on her. Her bracelets capture and reflect every ray of light-- and her earrings... they jangle.

I feel a little tiny, and sticking Hinata's lunch money in my pocket just made me feel worse. I seethed, rubbing my forearm.

"Do you know her?" Hinata asks me, but I don't reply. Instead, I awkwardly avert my gaze with beads of sweat trickling down my skin-- and the argument continues.

"Culinary department, huh?? Should I go there and tell them how much of a hazard you are? Geez. You've got no business cutting onions, girlie." Kauri hisses, eventually pivoting to turn away from the commotion... but she pauses after she makes eye contact with me.

"Uh..." I begin, awkwardly. And then she tilts her head at me, and her black curls bounce along with her. "Hi?" I say.

She seems... not upset, just... alarmed. Like memories that were estranged had begun to pour back into her rotten mind.

Kauri takes a moment to reply, so she flings her tar-colored hair over her left shoulder, and pretends not to see me.

It's understandable. After all, I was the petite, young girl whom she decided to bully simply because she was boy-crazy. If it weren't for her, my hair would have been longer than what it is now. I can still remember the sensation of Nana chipping away locks of my hair that day... The heartbreak. It felt like my soul got a bit of a haircut too.

"Anyway. Watch where you're going, spring onion." She hisses, knitting her brows together-- and there lies disgust on her visage. She's going to cause a crease in her eye makeup with the way she scowls, but I don't tell her that.

"S-Spring onion?" The blonde replies, eyebrows knitting upwards. It seems as though she's worried. It's been two months since the first semester has begun, yet she's worried that she'll be bullied by some frat-kid's rich girlfriend.

I felt a bit of relief after Kauri ignores me.

And with that, Kauri starts her strut down her corridors, tossing those hydrated curls over her shoulder once more.

Hinata is still looking at me, I can feel it. I turn my head away from him. My nose scrunches and I'd been maintaining a wincing expression that I hadn't known I'd been making.

"What are you doing? Why are you cringing?" He speaks, but I end up ignoring him just as Kauri ignores me. Instead, my eyes turn back towards the young lady in front of me.

My guess: she's afraid... but Kauri doesn't bite; although, she may stick a wad of gum in your hair like some ill-mannered preschooler.