“Ne, Akaya-san, what took you so long?” she whirled around in her swiveling desk chair as said boy reentered her bedroom.
“Sorry. Hey, the soap in your bathroom smells really good!” The look on his face caused her to erupt into giggles. “Ah, quit laughing ________-senpai!”
“I’m sorry, Akaya-san, you’re just so adorable sometimes!” She turned around in the chair again to face the English textbook on the desk, “Alright, lets start with the basic introductions again--” and suddenly she whipped her head to look at him so quickly that her neck popped in defiance.
“Sure, hey, did I ever mention that I hate English--” Akaya was interrupted by her giggles once again. “Why the hell you do keep doing that?!”
“Ne, Akaya-san, it’s so funny!”
“What is?!”
“You!”
“How?!”
After composing herself she looked at him seriously, he noted, she was a little red. “Your fly is down…” Akaya looked down quickly and groaned in frustration. With all the intention to fix it he reached down, but was stopped when she grabbed a hold of his wrists. Confusion filled his face as she muttered some words in English to him.
“What?”
“I said, Akaya-san, you’re so cute, and that there’s no need to do that.” she licked the cloth near the left pocket. “It’ll only get in the way.”
He flushed. “__-________-senpai…”
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