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The first time you noticed Kyoya Hibari was during your last year of high school. You were surprised to later find out that you were only 2 years older than him. Apparently he had decided to stay behind a year in junior high to continue to run the disciplinary committee in the school. A weird decision but thinking back on it now, it seemed just like him to do something like that. Even so, Hibari had carried himself in a way that made you feel like the younger one.
Living next door to Tsunayoshi Sawada, you had of course seen him plenty of times. But seeing him and really noticing him were two completely different things. All of the times prior, you barely looked at him for more than a second, believing him to be just a classmate of Sawada. There were always weird things happening in that household and you tended to just ignore everything happening there. You even pretended to not notice the questionable people that would visit sometimes or the many explosions that seemed to go off.
You hadn’t seen Tsunayoshi or any of his friends (?) in 3 days. If you had been closer to their family, you probably would’ve been more concerned. Instead, it was easy enough to rationalize it as the young teens were busy with their own lives and you were just missing crossing paths with them. After all, your own schedule had recently became hectic since you had decided to dedicate all of your free time to studying for college entrance exams.
However, you had decided to take a break from studying at the school library and go up onto the rooftop for some fresh air. You rarely did it but it sounded like a good idea at the moment. It was early evening so a lot of the students had already went home for the day. There were still students lingering though, those who were in clubs or other seniors studying for exams as well. Fortunately for you, the rooftop was empty when you arrived so you were able to get a moment to yourself.
You made sure to place a stray brick between the door and its frame so you weren’t locked out. Once that was taken care of, you crossed the flat top to the railing facing the street. You stretched out your arms for a bit before leaning against the guard rail to take in your surroundings. Below, a few students were hanging around the school gate just chatting amongst themselves. You guessed they were probably waiting for someone to finish with their club activities or something along those lines. You let your eyes trail across the school yard before looking across the street to the junior high building.
Unlike the high school, there were no students lingering around in the school yard. It was a bit strange but you had heard that the junior high’s disciplinary committee was strict. The students you did see moved with a purpose and never stayed in one place long. It was if they were afraid to get caught. You tried to think back to your days in junior high to remember if it had been like that back then as well.
Slowly, you scanned the school’s windows to see if you could catch a glance of any students. Finding none, you finally looked up at roof.
For a second, it felt like you forgot how to breathe.
Like yourself, a male student was standing on the rooftop, leaning against the railing.
He was staring at you.
You felt your face immediately heat up and you quickly averted your gaze. Inwardly, you chided yourself for acting in such a way. Most likely he wasn’t even looking at you and was just looking towards Namimori High in general. Also there was no reason to be embarrassed but you still felt your heart speed up in response. Hesitantly, you looked back to try to reassure yourself.
It took a few seconds, but you came to recognize the student as the head of the disciplinary committee for the junior high. You had heard about him before from the other students. It was scary that his reputation was so infamous that he was even well known amongst the high school students. But the reason you recognized him was that you had seen him before at the Sawada house. Prior to this you never really took in his appearance but now you had the time.
After all, he wouldn’t be able to tell that you were looking at him, right? The distance between the two school buildings was large enough that you could assume he wouldn’t be able to tell where exactly you were looking. Just like you couldn’t tell with him.
You let your eyes roam over his body, taking in his lean physique, before looking at his face. It felt surreal as the wind lightly blew his dark hair. In any other situation, you would have laughed at the cliché-ness of it all. Instead, you thought it might have made him look a bit mysterious. Because of the distance, you couldn’t see his eyes clearly but they looked almost as dark as his hair. He seemed to be scowling and you wondered if it was permanent, trying to think of a time you had seen him with a different expression. Overall, he wasn’t bad looking. In fact, he was really ha-
No. You quickly told yourself not to call him handsome. He was a junior high school student so obviously he was younger than you. It would be morally wrong to think that way about him. Right? Right. In your head, you told yourself if only he was a few years older, you would definitely call him handsome. If only he was your age..
You let out a sigh.
He smirked.
Heat returned to your face when his expression changed. He had definitely been staring at you in return.
You let out a panicked noise when you realized this and quickly turned your back to him. You couldn’t believe that you had been caught staring at him, even if he had been doing it first. Luckily, you were alone so none of your friends would ever know. If they knew, they would never let you live it down. You raised your hands to your cheeks and felt them. With how hot they were, you knew that the blush you were sporting must have been really deep. When was the last time you felt this embarrassed? You couldn’t remember.
Realizing you could just leave since you were in two different buildings, you quickly walked back to the rooftop door. After kicking away the brick and pulling open the door to make your escape, you decided to take one last look. Maybe you had overacted. Yeah, you must have.. right?
When you looked over your shoulder and at the junior high, there was no sign of him.
He was gone.