Love and Hate ‒ ʰᶦᵗᵒˢʰᶦ ˢ.

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"AH JEEZ, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Hitoshi managed to look back at you while Eri pulled him with her small arm. "Oh, if it isn't grumpy pants," he jokingly smiled while you held in your anger, clenching your fist in the process. "Eri, why don't you go to father's office for a while? I need a little talk with your..." you looked at Hitoshi straight in the eye, his violet ones teasingly staring back at yours. "...friend here," Eri quickly ran off and Hitoshi crossed his arms across his chest.

"Why do you need to talk to me, (your name)?"

It was a good thing that there were only a few students around and they don't seem to care that both of you were standing in the hallway, glaring at each other. "Just what the fuck are you trying to prove here, Hitoshi?" you whisper yelled at the male who had placed his hand on the side of his neck, lightly rubbing it. "Hm? What do you mean by that, Aizawa?" Hitoshi looked down on you with a sly smile. "What did you say to Eri to make her want you to be her babysitter?" You were ready to punch the guts out of this guy but you were trying to remain calm and civil. You didn't want to stoop down to his level, not yet anyway. "I didn't even know she'd want to pick me, (your name)," his brows furrowed as he gave a sarcastic smirk.

"Don't play games right now. Do you really just enjoy tormenting me?" You were ready to let this male taste your sweet blows but damn, he wasn't even answering half the confusion you have in your chest right now. "Maybe, yes. Maybe, no." Hitoshi walked to a nearby wall and leaned on it, placing his hands in his slacks' pockets. "First, you win student council elections. Second, you let the whole school make a rumor about us dating. Third, you make Eri choose you as her next babysitter. All of that in just one week, Hitoshi." You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer, your breath was fanning his face. "Tell me the truth. What the fuck do you want?"

"You." Hitoshi smiled, pushing your hands away from him. "Besides, let them know we're dating. It's bound to happen at some point, babe."

"Wow!" You crossed your arms on your chest and looked up at him. "I admire your flirting but I'm still not convinced. You know very well that I hate you, right?" Hitoshi put his head down and laughed, shaking his head. His hair swayed along with his actions. He looked up at you and you clearly were fuming with rage, just not strong enough to convince him you do hate him.

"I don't really think you do hate me, (your name)." Hitoshi simpered, leaning down on you. It was a good thing you weren't that short and reaching you was not a hassle to do while leaning on a wall. "Hate is such a strong word. It hurts me, baby..." His voice drops again and you felt your heart beat faster when it did. You looked away for an instant and sighed. "Then, t-that's good! I want you to feel h-hurt."