[ ♫ ♪ ] ——- ; ; Ultramarine hued irises flickered toward the crowded, making out a familiar face but nothing more. Out of instinct, the exuberant-like idol offered a bright smile, waving.
”Hello there! It’s a pleasure to meet you guys—-! Can I do anything for you ?”
the hostile rime within steeled optics remained covert ‘neath thick lashes. the near perpetual grimace that his features oft bore never once faltered as he spoke. “Pleasure? Oh yes, I’m sure it must be.” hubris acted as an anchor beneath his articulations and egotism stained the very air around them. in his mind, she was privileged to stand before him. “I fail to see what I could possibly gain from the likes of you.”
“Uh…. Is that you, Togami-kun?" She peered around the corner of the bookcase, nibbling on her lower lip nervously. She stumbled over a discarded box, yelping in surprise as a book fell off the shelf and onto the dusty floor below. “AAAAAAAaa!! I’m sorry!! So sorry! I—- I didn’t see that there…!”
"Is there something in your ears? I thought I told you to —”
thud. a thin paperback (a work of george orwell, he had skipped over it earlier) fell to the ground. despite the book being light in weight, it still managed to lift a cloud of dust in its wake. scowl etched ‘cross sallow features, he turned his head away from it.
if she had not shrieked, he may have been able to dismiss both the falling book and the louder sound of a stray box being kicked with a simple roll of the eyes. positively raucous and glaringly loud, her squawk shattered any possible attempts at returning to silence and solitude.
“How did someone so inelegant earn the title of 'ultimate swimming pro?’” he hardly waits for an answer. “It doesn’t matter.” his nostrils flare just the slightest bit. “I’m going to repeat myself once and only once more. Leave. Now. You’ve plagued the room with enough stupidity for one day.”
❝ Who said I was staring at you? Is not assuming rather rude, too? An ‘ass out of u and me ’ and all that stuff you pretend not to know in elementary school? ❞
“It’s hardly an assumption when I can see you.” cue a curt scoff. “Fortunately, I can’t say I’m familiar with such a vacuous phrase.”
damn. that would have been the door opening, wouldn’t it? a single beat passes before he speaks.
“I have no qualms in allowing you to indulge in my attention so long as you’re quick. My amount of patience, or rather lack thereof, is hardly something to gawk at. Be grateful for this opportunity.”
ah, that would be the quiet creak of the library’s door. it seemed he had company. my, what a shame.
“—— Get out.” he spoke tersely, timbres as glacial as the steel of his iris. never once did he pay any mind what they could have entered the room for ; their business was inconsequential to him.
“Wake up on the wrong side of the bed did you? Obviously it looks like someone needs a nap. I can read you bedtime story if it’ll heeelp~”
oh, it had to be her. how unfortunate. her very voice left an acidic taste in his mouth and a hook in his throat. he couldn’t quite name what exactly put him off. . .
perhaps it was the almost eerie ebullience of that ageless grin of hers, perhaps it was the fetid, gaudy perfume that clung to her skin and burned his nostrils.
"I’ve had enough of your simpleminded prattle in the three seconds that you’ve been standing there.” the corner of his mouth twitches with flagrant disgust. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
[ Hands clasped at the ribbon of her uniform, slightly taken back. ]
A- ah! I didn’t mean to speak out of turn —
“Stop.” stentorian and powerful, he brusquely cuts her off. “You’re dirtying the air with that filthy mouth of yours.” with a pronounced clap, the dull novel he had been studying a moment prior snaps shut. his nostrils flare in his brief moment of quiet.
Every glance was as if she was turning the page; delving herself with new information, new knowledge. To himself, he was the ultimate enigma. To her, he was just another being, incapable of becoming the mask he created.
Her cold stare turns into a more curious one. She’s aware that he has caught onto her antics.
“Hmmm?” Her eyes avert from him to the book that laid open on her lap.
“You’re thinking too loudly. It’s becoming difficult to concentrate.”
his articulations were curt, each stricken with a force most unnecessary. vexation, gelid and brittle, weighed down on ‘pon his timbre. the animosity lurking there was genuine, candid from every angle. for her gaze was cumbersome, and he could no longer stand it.
her presence left him with the spectral feeling that she was circling him, poking him, prodding him, turning out his pockets, and examining their contents all without ever moving from her seat.
