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Everyone seemed to be in awe of the new student, though Kenji couldn’t figure out why. There had been no heroic stunts or amazing adventures that he told the class - at least not that Kenji heard. He had stopped listening after the introduction and had been stealing glances at the one that made his heart race. It wasn’t long before the teacher finally released them for lunch and Kenji was gone. Grabbing his bag, he was out the door and down the hall, those long legs of his taking two stairs at a time. It took him minutes to get from the third floor to the first floor.
It had taken him a few days to find out exactly where Hitomi’s shoe locket was. He was not about the let his love letter fall into the hands of some ruffian. Or worse, some younger girl that he had no idea existed until she threw the letter in his face. A shiver travelled up his spine as his mind spun with all the different scenarios that could come out of this. Carefully, making sure that no one else was around, Kenji pulled out his letter from the side of his bag. He had gone to three different stationary stores to find the right paper. One couldn’t confess their love on market brand paper. Kenji had done some research, when it came down to it eighty percent were rejected with market brand paper. The other twenty was that the other party had a girlfriend or boyfriend.
Taking a deep breath, Kenji carefully fit his letter into the locket. His stomach knotted itself up onto a tight ball as he walked away. [#9bcd9b [i ‘What if she doesn’t like green paper? What if she doesn’t like guys with glasses?’]] hundreds of more thoughts of doubt started to pour in. Shaking his head, Kenji started up towards the third floor. During more lunches, he tutored others in the library. By others, it was normally one or two people that were told they weren't going to make it unless they got over a fifty on their next exam. It wasn’t for the money, for the most part, it was either because the student had stalked him down and pleaded that they needed his help or the teacher had asked him to step in. Either way, nine times out of ten, one of his pupils always brought him a snack and that was good enough for him. Truthfully, Kenji was sure that he couldn’t eat anything even if he went to the cafeteria now.
Upon entering the library, those green hues of his soon landed on a beautiful sight. Hitomi’s golden hair seemed to glow softly in the sun. A small little sigh slipped through his lips and a cough from deeper in the library snapped him out of his intense stare. The lanky brunette had planned to just duck his head and walk past until the book she held caught his attention. Well, caught a little bit of his attention. Quickly, Kenji dug into his bag until he produced the hardcover book that [#9bcd9b [b “If you enjoy that, you’ll love this one.”]] Without hesitation, he sat the book downside her. He wasn’t about to hand it to her since there was a small chance that their hands would touch and his heart wasn’t fully ready for that kind of affection yet.
[b “Sawachikkkaaaa.”] A whine arose from a row of tables where his two pupils sat.
[#9bcd9b [b “Yes, yes.”]] Kenji waved his hand towards the duo as he turned his back on Hitomi. [#9bcd9b [b “Sorry.”]] He looked back over his shoulder towards her before fully giving his attention to the ones that were promised it. Why he apologized, he wasn’t quite sure. However, he felt like it needed to be said. Once he sat down at the table, his mind was no longer on love, but on the multiple subjects that the two were failing. At this rate, he was going to have to be tutoring them until they were both thirty.