@kouphobic .. (◞‸ ◟,, ) ( urk. you only make his fingers tighten around the bouqet. thinking it over in his head, he was so smooth! a simple-- "happy birthday, aika!"--and handing them the gift...(s) )
(⸝⸝ᵕ.ᵕ⸝⸝) ( but this... )
(⸝⸝ᵕ_ᵕ⸝⸝;;;) ( ...
he cant get a word out! )
( , , , )
( he holds a large bouqet by his side. you can see one of his ears twitch, before both lower ever so slightly. the nervous expression on his face couldnt be mistaken... orange crawling its way into his cheeks.
.. yeeeeeikes, haruki! whats the issue? )
… Yeah.
( … his ears tilt so far down you’d think they’d fall off. )
Yeah i saw. Thanks.
( What happened to No-Harm-Snooping? This was a horrible start to a so called lovely holiday… )
( Did you Get some chocolates today? A new ego boost? Maybe its just all the Love in the air thats made you just so, so smiley.
Both hands are brought up to his hair, tugging it down over his nose for a moment—only to drag down his face and pull at his eyelids. )
( Next thing you know he’s reaching down, grabbing the note, reeling his arm back… and THROWING! )
( … A paper knocks against your head, and rolls to your feet! Call that getting what you give out! )
( HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, DOUCHE! )
( … one more hits his foot. )
( and another. )
( and another. )
( and another… )
( each time he goes to grab one, another rolls over, leaving him walking back and forth like some lame game the gym teacher makes you test out in your last period. )
(⌒ ⌒)☆
(Poke. Nudge. Pokenudgenudgepokenudgepoke)
(3 more balls roll over to your feet.)
(If you think about it, he's actually helping. This way you don't have to get all the trash yourself, right?)
( he makes a shooing motion with his hand while reaching down and grabbing both letters. should he really throw these away? … )
( shoo, shoo shoo! you always come around at the worst times. )
( roll, roll, roll… the paper tumbles against his foot. He read this one earlier, one of the many—𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓸-𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓹𝓪𝓲..’s. )
(¬.¬)… (⌣_⌣) ( Whatever. Whatever! Who cares if you’re here? Making tidying—which he WAS in the middle of—that much more hard. )
(Staaaaare.)
... (Did a stray walk in? He nudges another crumpled piece of paper off of the table. It rolls next to the one you dropped.)
( ◠ ◡ ◠) ☆ (Nothing like bothering you again.)
I’m cleaning.
( he takes light steps to avoid the path where you stood, and over to the trash bin. )
I’d never stoop so low… ( ˘_˘ ) who would steal letters? Just tidying up, yknow?
( The paper crumples into a ball in his hands, and drops just beside the can. )
(;ㅍ .ㅍ)
( ㅍ ㅍ)....
Are you... stealing? ( ¬ ֊ ¬) (Lol.)
(What kind of jerk looks at people's notes? Or, actually, what kind of /creep/ snoops like that? Sooooo weird... hope this doesn't spread around........)
( valentines day! sweet, sweet love notes! first kisses! new relationships! … )
(⌒▽⌒) huhu…
( on a light green paper, she has 8 notes. each say a pun, worse and worse… theyre all about electricity. )
( …one particularly sticks out. the light pink page seems finished with words filling every space on the lines. He reaches a hand out, fingers crumpling the edges… )
… huh?
( Under the word To and From, dark graphite has nearly ripped the page. )
( have you been in the schools art room lately? pink, red, whites scattered all across every surface with glitter and candy wrappers, petals and love notes… )
( ̄. ̄) “Dear ___-senpai… i’ve been meaning to say it for some time…”
(๑・̑_・̑๑) Theres even one for—?
( … he’s been snooping through the crumpled and scribbled notes. who knew how many of his classmates liked eachother? )
(;;・・) how surprising…
( he flips over another page, continuing to read through trashed confessions. )