"Here."
I pushed a plate towards Ichinomiya.
"Your sandwich."
Then I reached for my school briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers.
"And your notes."
Ichinomiya accepted both
in a gracious manner."Thanks,"
was all she had to say before immediately shifting her interest onto the sandwich.
Doesn't waste a minute when it comes to food, huh...
The steady sounds of her munching permeated throughout the otherwise silent space.
...
...
...
"You eat very well, you know that?"
"Thanks."
"..."
"..."
"Isn't there anything else you'd like to say besides 'thanks?'"
"Thank...you?"
"Seriously..."
All my attempts at starting a conversation were being shot down by her curt replies.
The smallest doubt I held began to spread until it encompassed my thoughts completely.
Maybe she hates me after all...
"Say..."
And just when all hope seemed to be lost,
Ichinomiya piped up with a question of her own.Nice one!
"Yes?"
"How is it like...at school?"
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Who Said A Hikikomori Can't be Classy? [Cellphone Novel]
RomanceWhat happens when an estranged narcissist meets a strong-willed recluse? ✦Picture credits to their rightful owners ✦Cover edited by Kisaki ©2018 Story by Kisaki