InoAoi tales

It was you

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"Even in the crowded room, I'd look at you"
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"Stop tapping your nails on the desk," his blonde friend hissed. Inosuke is getting impatient and keeps looking at the clock. When will the bell ring? He's famished!

Ignoring his blonde friend, he kept tapping his nails on the desk not until Zenitsu kicked his chair. He pointed daggers to him and readied himself to kick his chair. His knees ceased in mid-air when the bell rang loudly. Inosuke stood up from his chair and put on his mask, bursting his way through the door.

He sprinted like a maniac to get to her room. Shoving each person to the side when they get in his way making them grunt and scream in response.

"Make way to Inosuke-sama!" he yelled causing them to initiate a passage to him. He peeks at every classroom as he sprints attempting to catch sight of her.

Basking underneath the daylight her butterfly hair clips glimmered. Her hand supported her head, she was jotting something in her notebook but ennui was displayed on her face. The young girl kept glimpsing at her watch like she was in a hurry.

"10, 9, 8, 7," she mumbled gazing at her watch.

It doesn't take Inosuke much time to find her. It was as effortlessly as for him.

There this time she mingled with the crowd when they celebrated their yearly celebration in school. All of her colleagues wore the same hairstyle for the cheering squad that she was part of. However, he managed to locate her in the blink of an eye. Perhaps her hair clip makes her stand out in the crowd.

Once they were invited to a party that has a butterfly theme. Dozens of people have the same hairstyle and clips but he still contrived to track down her although he didn't know what she was wearing that day. Maybe it wasn't because of her ornaments or her hairstyle. Then what it is?

There's something that stands out to her that he hasn't figured out yet.

"4, 3, 2, 1," Aoi closed her eyes and waited for their door bursting open.

Inosuke exuberantly slid the door exposing students inside who stared at him in surprise, he was unaware that the teacher wasn't done yet.

"Aoi!" He called waving at her with a grin on his face hidden beneath his mask.

Aware that he's coming since it's practically lunchtime she opened her mouth to tell him something but her teacher seized their chance to scold the young boy.

"Mr. Hashibira, how many times do I have to tell you to not interfere with my class?!"

Nonetheless, he was unfazed his eyes still staring at her. Excitement was all over him, he wondered what kind of meal she packed today. It's different every other day so he always looks forward to it and tries to guess the menu.

"Get out," she mouthed to him. Inosuke tilted his head trying to figure out what she meant. Moving his foot forward to her classroom, he halted when he heard the vociferous blow of the whistle.

Inosuke took a glimpse in the hallway, he saw a man wearing his blue tracksuit with his baton hanging on his shoulder. Several students fanned and squealed at the presence of their teacher. Some were quivered in the corner in the sense that he might scold them.