ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴀ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ?

     A nervous chuckle passed through parted lips, not as a result of being suspended in an awkward dilemma, but an attempt to ease  the tension in hopes of appearing normal. Ears took in every syllable of this male’s ramble; not a single one offered her a negative image of this man’s persona, and her head began to shake from side to side in disagreement with his proclamations. “Hey, really, there’s no need to apologize at all — promise. That wasn’t idiotic; heck, I’d be amazed beyond belief if you had such superior detection skills. Whether it’d been myself or another individual, that falling book would be unnoticeable. Especially in a library; so please, don’t call yourself an idiot. Don’t say it’s your fault. Aha; you’re a sweetheart for being so grateful. That itself already makes me aware that you’re a pretty cool guy. I’m glad I was there at the right time; it’d be disheartening to see you get injured like that.” Fingers uncurled from the male’s grip once hues ensured his stability in balance. The notion of bowing down was respectful, but it made her feel strangely guilty; the only cure was performing a similar action for a short moment. Soon after, the optimist bent down to retrieve the book. “Aha, and man—I’d never let anyone get hit by a Biology book. Yeesh~”

          This woman... How kinder can she get? She was his savior from a possible amnesia, spoke so nicely to him and treated him with such kindness that left him surprised that such a person who would do so actually exist. Ah, nobody had treated him this nice before-- not even his aunt-- instead, she'd complain all the time about he was not socializing with others well, and sometimes, even forces him to get out of the house to find a girl, befriend her and make her his own. Getting such treatment-- from a family member especially-- made him believe that nobody as kind as this girl before him would exist.

          Perhaps he was underestimating reality too much. "Thank you, I--" Sentence cut short, he blinked at the female twice before she placed the book back to where it belonged and gazed towards him once again. Ryosuke was even more blank, clueless-- he was taken aback when the female explained that she was a transfer student, still getting the gist of things. He had never heard of anyone transferring to the place before but he believed that it was his fault for isolating himself most of the time, resulting in his lack of knowledge of what was going on around him, in other words, this meant that he didn't disbelieve that she was new. It made him quite happy actually. Maybe this time he would be able to socialize better-- this girl, she was a rare gem, so kind that the others must've adored her already before he even knew it.

          Nodding his head vigorously, the dark-haired male was excited to show the girl around the campus. Or perhaps he was a little too excited. Hnn, must keep your cool. Don't look so stupid in front of such a kind young lady, ugh--

          Eh? Osaka? The waiter knew-- was it that obvious? If that was simply a guess, then it'd be correct though if it wasn't he really wondered where he found out. Pushing the thoughts aside, he nodded his head in agreement. "Mhm, I came from Osaka."

Was that alright? Did her expression give away her lie? She did not know. All the young lady knows is that she is undeniably attracted to this male in a non-romantic way. The attraction she felt towards the young male is like the attraction she felt towards the people who her supervisor arranged for the young lady and the other students studying the same subject as her to profile them or diagnose them with the accurate mental illness.

          "Ah--" Blinked. Deep emerald hues blinked-- once-- twice-- Oh, no. It wasn't as a result of him feeling nervous or anything, he was simply clueless-- the stranger who called herself Rei came and went so easily-- she seemed rather demanding previously, and now she was apologizing and walking away so casually. Everything seemed to be so easy for her to do? He wasn't certain what made him think that way but what he was certain of what that his brain was quite slow as of then, and because he wasn't feeling as cheerful as usual, he was going to be a little irritated-- or maybe a little too irritated.

          Lithe shoulders lifted into the semblance of a half-shrug, he then pushed his thoughts away as he deemed it to be troublesome. She told him her name, perhaps he should do the same thing to avoid rudeness. "I'm Yamaguchi," an unnecessary pause and-- "pleased to meet you as well." It could barely be heard but there was a soft whisper of I guess at the end of his sentence-- he was doubtful, hesitated.

          A slender eyebrow rose once oculars fell upon the female, and with that-- she simply walked away like nothing happened. For a moment there, he spaced out-- thought of nothing in particular, just that his mind was blank and his brain was slow processing the information he received. The shock of impact quick to wan. Recognition dawned quickly upon the ebony haired before an idle hand rose to-- to call over the stranger? "E-excuse me--" he managed to say as he lazily stood up. Would it be bad to have coffee with a stranger? He hoped not.

There she rested, on a bed of tall grass, unaware of how exactly her mind drifted off into a slumber. It’d been the faint creaking of crickets that prompted for lids to flutter open, revealing grey hues that gradually regained focus. A groan initiated the lifting of her upper body, arms extending upwards in a nice stretch. Today had been such a dreary, boring day; the calamity of both the environment and the air they’d been suspended in must’ve eased the redhead into a sleeping state. Peripheral vision allowed her to take in the presence of another soul; crimson brows lifted and hands combed crimson tresses into a neater manner. Oh dear, that was embarrassing.

          Sitting on the soft grass, he took a last look of the stars before laying his body on the ground, eyes closed. It was peaceful, and he felt lonely-- he liked it though, and actually didn't mind the feelings as much. Wondering why, he did a lot of silent thinking before he could hear rustling sounds nearby that made him almost immediately turn around.

          The brunette was certain that the feeling of being watched he felt earlier was just his imagination, perhaps a result to the longing feeling inside his heart that he was having a few moments ago. Now, however, Ryosuke began to doubt himself. When his eyes opened, upon turning around so quickly, everything was a bit blurry at first. He was groggy and sore and there was a constant beating of his heartbeat. It was beginning to give him nausea, he was nervous all of a sudden. He shook his head, and glanced at his surroundings. Once his vision cleared, emerald oculars widen before it fell on a young woman hiding herself, perhaps from him.

Walking down the streets in the warm summer with her younger brother, the teenaged blondes attracted many stares from the locals and aroused whispers from them. Though the streets were not crowded, the young lady felt suffocated - perhaps by the stares and the whispers. Her younger brother tugged at the hem of her long sleeves and arrogantly declared to her that he wants an ice cream, pointing to an ice cream stand nearby. Yielding to him, the young woman bought a strawberry flavoured ice cream for him before he left with his butler.

          Thinking too much, the brunette stood up straight, dug around his pocket for his cigarette and lighter as he turned around only to see a blonde woman a distance away from him, bluntly asking for his name. "Oh--?" He wasn't expecting anyone to come, and a sudden question-- he was left blank and clueless. The smoker wasn't very certain whether to answer the stranger's question or the opposite. After all, she was just a stranger-- and actually approached him at the wrong time-- when he was feeling sick with his own thoughts.

          Even though he wanted to make more friends and socialize like those his age would, Ryosuke was not in the mood to befriend someone right then. He felt guilty for not answering the stranger's question-- wanted to say sorry (even though a friend once told him that he says sorry a little too much), but he just didn't feel right. Nothing felt right at the moment. And he was beginning to become moody. Will this blonde be able to stand him though?

|| ♥ || — Yuno looked up at the stranger, observing his facial features silently. he was a bit on the handsome side, but he smelled of cigarettes. He was maybe a head taller then her, which was no surprise since Yuno was shorter then everyone she met. The girl pushed pink bangs out her eyes as she took a step back to give him space.

"I- I’m fine," she stammered and shifted a bit where she stood, "I was the one that ran into you in the first place," she chuckled softly and rubbed the back of her neck lightly, she can be quite cute when she wanted to, but most of the time, she was a bit anti social and didn’t like talking to other people that much…

          Oh, she was worrying about him? Emerald hues blankly stared at the girl for a second before blinking twice. He wasn't able to tell, even from her stammer. Most people think of a stammer as one where the first letter of a word gets repeated before the word is finally spit out. Some think it is a sign of nerves. Others think it is because one doesn't know what to say. But for him, he wasn't very certain... He wasn't able to tell-- Ryosuke was never a good expression reader at the first place, he was even told that a few times before. Although there was one thing that he thought he was certain of; the girl who stood before him that looked a lot younger than him, was... a little adorable... he had to admit, as she was speaking to him softly.

She was probably a lot more mature because she was never given a chance to really be a kid. Even from a young age she was raised and trained to live the life of the proper princess she was meant to be. Such a terrible burden yet if shaped and formed her into who she was now. And quite frankly, she was not entirely ashamed of who she was.

"Books are magical portals to other lands. You’d think more people would want to escape considering how cruel this place can be sometimes," her eyes closed, though she kept the mug in her grasp. Sighing out, she gave a small shake of her head and the smile returned on her lips.

          Face beamed with sheer delight, he was as happy as a rabbit in a carrot field to know that she knew what books were like. Perhaps he could even exchange books with her sometime, he was assuming that she is an avid reader by the way she previously described books; a magical portal to other lands, though he didn't expect her to say that the world could be cruel sometimes. "You think the world is cruel?" Saying it like that, he began to wonder if something bad happened to her. A tragedy maybe?

          Lips pulled back, a grin widened across his cheeks. "Why don't you then?" he questioned. He always thought of her as a girl who lives in luxury, who could get whatever she desires simply. If she is into stargazing and taking photographs of different kinds of scenery, he could easily guess that she'd like being in the countryside-- perhaps even more than the city.

|| ♥ || — "I’m so tired…" the petite pinkette murmured to herself as she absentmindedly played with her bangs, her half lidded eyes looking out the window of the bookstore she was currently in. Maybe she’d be able to stop at that bakery and pick up something sweet on the way home.

She went up to the register and paid for her book. Telling the lady at the counter to have a good day, she left the store and walked down the sidewalk. She wasn’t really paying attention to where she was going, and ended up bumping against someone due to her spacing out.

          The smoker dug around his pocket for a minute before pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. His gaze concentrated on his lighter, he then carefully lit the cigarette on his mouth and blew out a sickly smelling puff of smoke. Ryosuke blew several times clouds of it as he walked. It didn't took him a long time until he threw the cigarette away though. The throbbing headache that pained him earlier was already gone, thus, there was no reason for him to smoke for the time being.

          He was simply taking a stroll as there was nothing else better to do at home. His aunt was out to do her work and he had gotten bored of continuing reading his books repeatedly. As of then, he didn't have the time to go to the bookstore, and also left his wallet at home, carrying only a little amount of money in his pockets. He began to daydream, ignorant of his surroundings until someone bumped into him from behind and apologized.

"Stop apologizing I said. There’s no need to worry about the things you say or do; it’s better to be yourself than anyone else." Too bad that was probably easier said than done, but it was still good advice. Maybe one day she will take it into consideration herself. Unfortunately for her, she had no choice but to put on a certain mask, but at least she knew it was not who she really was.

The smile remained on her lips, lacing her fingers as she propped her elbows on the table-top. Eyes studied the other across from her, awaiting for an answer. Her expression may seem stoic—despite the smile on her lips—but it was soft and gentle. Small talk was a little easier as soon as she eased into it. Once she gets past the awkward stages.

          He chuckled. Perhaps she was right. Despite the age differences, Aida seem to be more mature than he actually was now. Oh, how shameful that someone younger than him had surpassed his level of maturity. "I've got to admit that you're right. Not many people read these days, it's a pity."

Ciri tried to comfort herself with the thought that the male seemed at least as embarrassed and nervous as her. The fact that he had found himself standing eye in eye with a naked women clearly didn’t have a good effect on his brain. She could tell by how his emotions fluctuated from annoyance, to curiousness, to being considerate. Well. She was used to being naked at least.              Her shyness disappeared a little when he asked her that question so clumsily, stuttered and all. He was right. She may get a cold if she’d stay here for long, it’s not as if the weather was particularly warm out. But Ciri assumed he hadn’t bothered to look around too much yet— her clothes were laying a bit further, a few steps from his feet.               “—And. You’ll watch, sir?” She asks, pointing at said crumpled clothes, in a much calmer voice that she had initially felt. And despite the slight amusement that could be heard in her tone, it was not unfriendly nor mocking. Ciri had always assumed that the voice she so rarely used, was simply too soft and relaxing to come off as rude.