𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘 - 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

𝐒𝐈𝐗

SIX
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"What are you doing here?"
Zumi's left eye twitched in irritation and turned her head to the side, avoiding the face of the certain someone who made her feel bothered enough about herself already.

She looked down on her bento that was placed on her desk and played with her half-eaten rice with her metal chopsticks, swirling it around over the plastic container and watched the oil dance around in slight disgust.

She already lost her appetite.

Suna rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the soft little strands of his growing baby hair running through his fingers, also averting his eyes to his feet because of the uncomfortable atmosphere that had formed the moment he walked inside of the nearly-empty classroom.

He cleared his throat and lifted his chin up to look at her once again, although the action wasn't reciprocated which made him drop his hands to him side in awkwardness.

"Look, uh- I'm really sorry." His voice was hushed and gentle, though Zumi had heard it fairly well because they were the only two people that were inside the room and it was silent.

She slowly turns her head to the left to see him standing a few feet away from her, before she nodded stiffly then turning back to her food once again. He let out a heavy sigh then walked closer towards her desk, standing directly in front of her as he looked down.

    He continued, "It was wrong of me to invade your privacy like that and... and I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. I'm not going to try and justify my actions because I know that it was wrong and... I understand if you don't forgive me."

    Zumi lifted her head up, staring into his dull-colored eyes though its intensity made her skin slightly shiver. It was sharp and unwavering like multiple sharp needles that could pierce someone's eyes – it would just make you want to look away, despite him looking as bored as ever most of the time.

    Why does he look like such a walking contradiction? The way he appeared definitely wasn't going to tell you of the things he did that won't be something you'd expect him to do.

    She placed her metal chopsticks down and sighed, "Listen. I'm not really mad at you, honestly, I can't stay mad at anyone for longer than a few minutes." She breathed in and looked away from him, her lips forming to a small frown.

    He watched her actions intently then she continued, "I-I'm more of uh- rather embarrassed that you know a part of me that I could never find myself sharing with anyone. You probably already get the gist of what emotions I feel and it's, it's scary since I don't exactly know anything about you. No offence, but I don't trust you and who knows what you're going to do with the information that you have."

    She whispered the last part and he felt his heart swell in guilt for being the reason for someone to feel this way. Sure, he tends to state snarky and sarcastic remarks towards his friends but it was never really meant to hurt them – it was always only viewed as a joke. But this was completely different.

    His shoulders tensed in determination as he blurted out quietly, "You can get to know me, then. I'll show you that I won't do anything bad with what I know about you."

-o-

    Her eyes were cast downwards as she sat down on the plastic chair inside the school's gym, index fingers pressing against the opposite finger's hands while she fiddled with it in anxiousness.

    Zumi Hoga was never the type of person to socialize, but it was astonishing that she currently found herself sat down a few feet away from ten people who were playing a game of volleyball against each other.