𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 | 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐤.

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Like a horde of bulls attempting to escape from the cruelty that it would endure for the sake of rodeo entertainment, students dispersed from their classrooms and created a stampede on the hallway. Kusuo groggily slung his bag on his shoulder before darting his sight to the clock.

Lunchtimes are always a pain for him, considering that thousands of booming thoughts of the students would come crashing down his mind once again. He can never consider any part of the day as his break since all of it is and will always be consisting of useless mental statements and troublesome ideas generated by the people around him. Unfortunately, he has no choice but to listen to them all without the aid of his germanium ring.

He could just wear the said accessory frequently, however, the scenario of not being able to detect the presence of the female that was crazily obsessed with him is far from what he wants to happen. Now that all of the students are scattered around the areas where they would usually take their lunches like the canteen or the overly-used fanfic material which is the rooftop, the main building is deserted. 

Kusuo just wished that it was allowed to eat there yet the faculty staff roams around the corners to check for any potential rule-breakers. Teleporting or casting an invisibility over him could be a possibility, but just to have some few minutes of tranquility in exchange of all these hassles is totally not worth it.

The boy took note of the pace of his steps and it was excruciatingly slow. He did this on purpose tho in order for him to keep distance from the other students that were now lounging outside the premises of the building and stop himself from hearing their thoughts. For some reason, he abruptly halted his walking once he was now standing outside the cleaning storage room.

He turned his heels to face the PVC door and stretched his arms to reach for the knob. Blank humidity hit directly on the fragility of his cheeks, the stench of Lysol and other disinfecting products clinging into his nose upon entering the room. He made sure first that not one of the nosy adults was there to witness him doing so before he gently closed the door behind.

Kusuo seated himself beside the main reason why he entered here. The individual seems to be used to his sudden appearing in the supposedly empty room since she did not flinch once detecting someone entering the student-restricted area.

"Hello, Kusuo!"

The owner of the voice did her best to minimize her volume so that no one could detect that they were actually inside. She has delivered this greeting without taking any effort to face him as she continued to bring the sandwich that she was holding closer towards her lips.

Kusuo stayed silent while observing the young lady inhaling the scent that the wheat bread was giving off. He followed where her sight was strained which was on the vast nothingness in front of her, her fingers squishing the baked goods that she seems to enjoy feeling its texture. 

(Y/N) gingerly tore the sandwich in half without shifting her (e/c) irises away from the dry wall. She then angled her arm to the side and handed one of the parts to the unsuspecting male.

"You can have this halved expired bread." 

Despite him being able to hear her thoughts completely, Kusuo still gets surprised with her actions even after years of them knowing each other. She was an irksome gal in his perspective, but listening to her meme-corrupted mind is way better than hearing the delusional daydreaming of his other schoolmates every lunchtime.  

"You're giving me... an expired bread."

"Of course! I wouldn't be giving it to anyone if it's still edible, right?"

The disbelief that the young male was receiving is definitely immeasurable, but nevertheless, he was used to this. He inspected the badly made sandwich that was now resting on his hand before releasing a sigh.

"Then why just the half of it?"

"The hell do you think I am? Some kind of a mutant millionaire who never gets hungry? I have to eat something too!"

Even if (Y/N) was not facing at him, he could still clearly see the proud beam now perfectly sewn on her lips. She released some mischievous snickers and shove a huge chunk of the stale bread in her mouth.

"You're a pain. You know that, right?"

"You meant a wise and admirable kind of pain? Because, yep! I know that, my lovely Kusuo! You don't have to remind me all the time."

No one has an idea on how much the boy has to control himself from throwing this exuberant (h/c)-nette out the window. Fortunately, his conscience won the best of him as he can't do anything but to just continue gawking at the subtle movements generated by her.

The silence that elongated the corners was beyond enchanting. Soft fingers of the cold artificial wind from the air conditioner remained stagnant, caressing his pale skin that was hiding underneath his uniform clothes. 

It was a mystery how the once miasmatic fragrance of the cleaning detergents and the seemingly old bread that (Y/N) prepared suddenly dispersed once a set of tantalizing purple irises strayed on her face. Her lower jaw stirred into a rolling motion upon chewing, unaware of the glances that were being showered on her.

Kusuo shifted his gaze towards his schoolbag and grab ahold of the sketchbook that he has been bringing with him for days now. He made sure that his movements were not that noticeable so that this friend of his could continue her peaceful eating.