Akari froze.
"That was Nishizawa Kuro, the third-year prince! Not only is he handsome but he is also a genius. He has the top grades in our entire region." Mao began to fan herself. Akari nodded and stared in his direction even though she could no longer see him. As they had said, the genetic mutation made him look inhuman, but he wasn't frighteningly ugly. He was frighteningly handsome.
"The color of his eyes are incredible!" Akari wrote and stared at Mao with astonishment. Mao nodded enthusiastically in agreement. The contrast of his dark hair with his bright amber eyes was something out of this world. It was like she stared into the eyes of a god. She was surprised she didn't suddenly combust and turn to ash. Staring into the eyes of a god was a death wish.
Chiyo frantically waved her hands in front of their eyes to gain their attention. "Would you guys wake up!?" She exclaimed. "THE Nishizawa Kuro is taking Akari home!" She emphasized again. Akari blushed in embarrassment when she realized other students were still watching and whispering about her.
Mao clapped her hands. "He said you guys are neighbors!" She exclaimed. Akari scratched her arm. Did he really say that? She couldn't remember. She had been so surprised that someone could actually be so beautiful that she didn't quite pay attention to what he said.
Mao squealed. "I am so envious! You get to live next to Hiro and Kuro!" She said and Chiyo began to squeal along side Mao. Akari just stared at them.
Mao put her hands on Akari's shoulders. "What are you going to do?" She asked her. Akari could only shrug and typed her response on her phone.
"Just talk to him, I guess. Isn't that what people usually do?"
Chiyo tilted her head to the side and frowned. "He isn't a very talkative person. That was the most I have ever heard him say..." She said.
"That's true. It might be awkward between the two of you. He doesn't like to talk and that leaves you to carry the conversation." Mao said, furrowing her brows.
"There's no time to think! He told Akari to meet him at the gates! She needs to go!" Chiyo said and started pushing them down the hall.
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"Kuroooo~!" Kuro walked down the hallway and disregarded all the calls and giggles from the crowd of female students. They were hanging out the classroom doorways, watching him pass by. This was part of his daily schedule and he learned to tune it all out. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and casually tucked his book under his arm only to have the book fall from his arm when a female student "accidentally" knocked into him.
"Ah! Kuro, I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." She squeaked and glanced up at him through her thick lashes. A blush crept over her cheeks. Kuro stared at her carefully. He didn't recognize this girl. Kuro sighed and looked past her towards the end of the hallway. He was not a fool, he knew what she was trying to do and he had no time to deal with her games. Kuro bent down and grabbed his book. He dusted it off and began to walk past her when she stopped him. She stepped in front of him and blocked his path.
"Ah! Um...Kuro, do you want to study with me sometime?" She asked. Kuro did not look at her and stared down the hallway again. The girl glanced at her group of friends who were anxiously watching them.
He said nothing and started to walk past her again, but he felt her grab his sleeve. Her friends let out a small gasp at her bold action. Kuro looked down at her hand and then glanced at her with narrowed eyes. She hesitantly released him. He was beginning to feel annoyed and it showed on his face. Fortunately for him, fate was smiling at him and a teacher rounded the corner and called out his name. The girl took that chance to run away before he strangled her. Not that she would actually mind.
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Silently in Love
RomanceHe is the very handsome and genius ice prince of his school. Although popular, he is untouchable. Fate intervenes when a teacher asks him for a simple favor. So how does one, who is not exactly a talkative social butterfly, communicate with a girl...