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↳ "Friendship isn't friendship unless the care between you is mutual." ↲
⌠ Fracture ▯ Midnight City ⌡
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ◇ Yata Misaki - K Project
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #9D0A0F ▯ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #F16522
For once in his life, Satoshi didn't get completely flustered upon realizing Hazuki had noticed his attraction to Natsuki, instead groaning loudly and smacked himself in the forehead. "Its that obvious, huh? That probably means Natsuki-san already knows too...ugh." With a sigh, Satoshi scratched the back of his head and kept speaking. "You know, my friends keep teasing me about it, even though they know I hate it. They keep telling me to ask him out but I know its 'cause they just wanna see me suffer from rejection..." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he stopped, wondering how such things were true. But...that's not a very friendly thing...is it? That couldn't be what was happening, right?
Satoshi stopped his thoughts in order to hear whatever Hazuki had to say. Somehow, he didn't feel as awkward in the boy's presence, despite how opposing their personalities were. Come to think of it, with Natsuki, I don't get as awkward as I usually do either. Still can't help the blushing though... As he neared his classroom, Satoshi bid goodbye to Hazuki and politely asked him not to mention anything about his feelings to Natsuki on the off chance the guy didn't already know about them. He took his seat and pulled out his writing notebooks, jotting down ideas for his essay.
Just as the class came to an end, Satoshi felt warmth on his lip, and lifted his finger to his nose to find that it was bleeding. Again. Shit... In seconds he managed to shove his things into his bag, and held his wrist to his nose, running off toward the Infirmary as the bell rang overhead. Stepping inside, the nurse groaned upon seeing him. "Again?!" After explaining that it wasn't from a fight the nurse eased up a bit and went through the usual drill about not remembering to take his medication. By the time she was done with him, he was already late for class. Oh well...