꧁ 𝓐𝓶𝒆𝓼 𝒆𝓷 𝓹𝒆𝓲𝓷𝒆 ꧂
His intoxicating kisses
Helped her to forget
Better than any alcohol
The pain of her grieving heart.
Addictive,
She took possession of his mind
Faster than any drug
Ever did.
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No matter how many times Hana turned her bag upside down, she couldn't find her cell phone.
Her semester exams were approaching fast, and the young woman had got into the habit of staying at school to study in the library. The environment there was much more prone to studying, and she took advantage of the opportunity to catch up on her revisions. Skating practice took up most of her time, and the resulting fatigue every evening meant she couldn't find the strength to sit down at her desk and study. As a result, Hana found herself overwhelmed by her obligations and trapped in a constant state of stress, to the point where she became absent-minded and lost her things. A loud sigh escaped her.
—Where the hell is he? She cried aloud as she searched her bag for the third time. For God's sake...
—Looking for this?
A student stood shyly a few steps away from Hana, the young woman's cell phone held out in his direction. A sigh of relief passed through her, and she ceased her desperate search, now knowing they were veins, and broke the distance between them.
—You found it in the library, I presume? She asked, taking hold of her possession.
—You left it on a bookshelf, confirmed the boy, giving her a small smile. The librarian wanted to take it to the lost and found, but I offered to return it myself.
—Thank you, she retorted simply.
The boy gave her another smile, and on closer inspection, Hana realized she'd seen him somewhere before. She hadn't paid much attention earlier, too focused on her lost property, but now that she was finally looking into his eyes, the student's features were definitely familiar. However, the problem was that she couldn't remember where they had met. And as if he'd read her mind, the student chose this moment to tell her who he was.
—I'm Ejiro Igarashi, he introduced himself to the young woman's questioning gaze. We're in the same class, but I don't think you really noticed me, Hoshino.
The lights suddenly flowed in her mind, and Hana felt a little silly for not making the connection earlier. More importantly, she felt a little ashamed that she didn't know his name, whereas he'd obviously remembered hers. But now that he'd introduced himself, the ice skater remembered catching sight of him a few times in class, though never trying to find out who he was. Since the beginning of the year, she had managed to draw as little attention to herself as possible and, perhaps unwittingly, Hana had isolated herself from the others, not seeking to socialize with her many classmates. She barely knew them, if not at all. Her interactions were limited to Sora Amano and a few of the girl's friends, and it was only because Amano had decided so at the beginning of the school year.
—I'm sorry, the young woman apologized with a slight grimace.
—Oh that's all right, replied Igarashi, not at all offended by his ignorance. It's just that we don't see you very often, and we've never really had a chance to introduce ourselves properly.
