[ It's still weird. Even though she's smiling like that now, all he can think about is what they talked about when they met outside of this place, when she already showed that weird mismatch of emotions - what if this is like that too? Didn't she go from looking oddly sad to smiling like that too easily?
Something in his stomach feels like it's twisting, and without thinking of the fact that she might have more to do at the moment or anything (as if Itsuki would ever think of that first) he's already lashing out to grab her wrist, tugging her along with a scowl that seems more pouty than genuinely angry. Why is she so-- ... so...
Or, even better, why does he care? ]
Why are you so weird..
[ There's about a thousand things he wants to say instead, but he can't find the strength in himself to let those come out of his mouth - so instead he just mumbles that. ]
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Something in his stomach feels like it's twisting, and without thinking of the fact that she might have more to do at the moment or anything (as if Itsuki would ever think of that first) he's already lashing out to grab her wrist, tugging her along with a scowl that seems more pouty than genuinely angry. Why is she so-- ... so...
Or, even better, why does he care? ]
Why are you so weird..
[ There's about a thousand things he wants to say instead, but he can't find the strength in himself to let those come out of his mouth - so instead he just mumbles that. ]