⠀ ⠀
⠀ staring continues . . . only for a moment
⠀ before finally , eye contact is broken.
⠀ now —— quietly observing the shinobi
⠀ before him. ⠀ quite the specimen.
⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀
⠀ ishida is quick to shift himself , posture
⠀ back to its —— proper , poise self.
⠀ adjusting his glasses before responding.
⠀ “ i am —— fine , thank you. ⠀ i’d become
⠀ lost in thought , my apologies .”
⠀ finally , his gaze falls.
⠀ ⠀
The lingering eye contact made the redhead stare back at him.
“Ishida-kun? Are you… okay?”
She tilts her head a little bit. Is there a reason why he was staring at her so intently?
⠀ ⠀
⠀ a quick clearing of his throat , then a
⠀ swift explanation.
⠀ “ my apologies ,”⠀ he began. ⠀ tone
⠀ equally as cold , monotonous.
⠀ “ only . . you seem familiar. ⠀ i
⠀ doubt we have ever met , hence the
⠀ stating .”
⠀ ⠀
“… Did you know it’s rude to stare at someone you don’t even know?”
The Uchiha’s tone was cold, sharp. An emotional barrier of sorts, due to what she has endured for the past three years of her life. That, and she was unsure whether or not this stranger was an enemy.
⠀ ⠀
⠀ a bit of time passes. then , , curiosity
⠀ wins. ⠀ a quick glance towards paper
⠀ before he finally speaks.
⠀ “ well —— what exactly are you
⠀ drawing .ᐣ ”
⠀ just a hint of annoyance. ⠀ though ——
⠀ towards curiosity. ⠀ not him.
⠀ ⠀