@xiplicity || cont.
She’s not one to go to the boys dorms, but Tendou-senpai had been kind enough to lend her his hoodie on a chilly day and she figures the least she can do is give it back to him now that she’s washed it clean. When he invites her in, she doesn’t see any problem with it and curiously peers into the space he calls his.
The section reserved for manga on his shelves catches her attention, one in particular that has a beautiful cover. Before she knows it, she’s picking it up, only to have him advise against it. And when she asks him to elaborate on the cryptic warning, he goes on in true Tendou-senpai fashion. It isn’t until she hears tentacle that her brain halts all thought and sets off the big abort button.
Her face flushes bright red and she fights the urge to just drop the book altogether, gingerly setting it back in place instead. She’s been acquainted with the 3rd year for a while now and knows he’ll thrive in her embarrassment, so she does her absolute best to turn the tables on him.
“Senpai is one of those people, then...” She retorts despite her blush, with a smile just as pleasant as his.
