#ghaisgeach

Her hand settled on the back of his neck, gently tugging him forward to close the distance between them. The way their lips meat wasn’t impulsive, but deliberate. There was no hesitation in her kiss, in the gentle curve of her lips as they formed a smile against his. “I think we got a nice audience for that one.” Her voice was quiet, her tone audibly playful. “But if you’d like to give it another go...”

     “Whaddaya say we have a practice reel, mate? I’ll give ya a run for your money.”

“Oh, yeah... Probably not good things about it,” what else is to be expected? Even when he’s not looking for trouble, fights and clashes seem to come his way, earning him countless hours on detention. He stopped caring about rumours at this point. “Here’s your meal, miss,” Jim darted his gaze away from the girl as he handed what she ordered.

{ @ghaisgeach liked for a B.N.H.A. muse! }

“Oh! No worries!” The girl insisted, reaching towards her bookbag, and producing a stack of completed, albeit incorrectly so (not to Mina’s knowledge), worksheets and an essay. “I bet I’ve got some reaaal gold here.”

“Yamato-san!” Hikari greets cheerfully once she hears her friend pick up on the other side of the line. Her eyes are still glued to her laptop screen, dancing over the assortment of pictures she’s just finished formatting. However, as a thought crosses her mind, her gaze immediately drops to the digital clock in the corner of the task bar. “I hope my timing isn’t unfortunate,” she continues with a slightly more apologetic tone, mind trying to recall whether Takeru had mentioned anything about band practice schedules. “It’s just - well, I took some pictures of your band on your last concert, and I thought maybe you’d like to see them? Just in case you can use them for something, since I don’t think they’re half bad.”

"Hey, that was pretty impressive back there. Are you okay, though? You took a BEATING. Don't get me wrong, you took it like a champ, but it was a beating nonetheless."

Today was not like any other day that the man had dealt with. Okay, he had days like this before. But they weren’t common. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. From a distance or up close, but he couldn’t work out where. And yet - his Spider-Sense wasn’t going off at all. Which was really strange. But maybe they weren’t an enemy to him.