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He slipped the modern device out of his pocket as it buzzed, idle eyes catching on the screen as he swiped his thumb across it, and navigated to the new message which had arrived to his inbox. Needless to say, though, an eyebrow arched at the sloppy text written out, and a glance at the number it had come from, he sneered. “Honestly…” he murmured to himself. But whereas most would be ignored, he did let both his hands touch the device and soon his fingers danced over the screen, typing an answer with practised ease.

"I wanted to talk. Chitchat. Loosen my tongue. Be social. Question your reason to breathe. Notice me—"

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She locked eyes with him, at least she attempted to. Every time she got a clear view of his pupils, he would disappear for two, maybe three days. Her sympathy overruled her almost steaming irritation; she wanted answers and he refused to give her any. Anyone that knew Hirari understood that she was a nice, sweet person if you let her be but she couldn't be patient forever, especially when she wasn't even sure what the problem was. It was the first time she had even caught a glimpse of his face in weeks and she missed it. She missed everything that made him light up and made her laugh. So why was he hiding from her?

"Hey," She dragged out the word in an almost awkward way, most unlike her usually. She had it all planned out and she had thought carefully about what she would say once she managed to catch him off guard but when the time came, she couldn't find the words. Suddenly, it all spilled out, her chest beating with adrenaline. "Key, what's going on with you? I mean seriously? Blowing me off, what the hell. I don't like being left in the dark here, and I don't like it when you, of all people, leave me in the dark. Did I do something? All you gotta do is tell me and I'll fix it but all this quiet, this secrecy, it's making my skin crawl."