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Yugi Amane sighed as he sat at his desk, fiddling with his scissors and cutting out tiny shapes and patters.
He was bored.
Yashiro was still in the other class so he had no choice but to wait for her. He hummed softly as he cut out tiny flowers from the light purple paper, smiling and dozing off slightly, the scissors easily maneuvering with slim fingers.
Flowers and stars and crescent moons floated down from the elevated paper and onto the desk, littering it with small shapes. Sighing again, the dark haired adolescent’s mind went back to his girlfriend. He missed her and her bright smile, he missed how she felt when she’d pull him into a hug, he missed her legs.
He missed the greeting kisses they shared and all the ones in between, he missed the goodbye kisses and hugs.
He missed having someone to tease, someone to have fun with, doing this he enjoyed.
Even hanging out with Tsukasa would best sitting here and cutting out paper shapes. Amane huffed, biting into his lower lip in concentration as he focus on a particularly difficult cut. This is something that he’d rather do anyway, liking katanuki and all.
He was so distracted however, that he didn’t notice his girlfriend who walked over to him and was now standing right before his eyes and waving a hand in his face.
“Amane-Kun, Amane-Kun, Amane-Kun!”
In his surprise, Amane jolted, the scissor blades slicing his finger and the paper dropping from his hands.
“Ouch!”
Yashiro gasped and immediately snatched her hand away from her boyfriend’s face, her eyes wide with concern. “Are you okay, Amane?” She asked worriedly watching as the short boy grimaced clutching his hand. “What happened?”
The amber eyed boy shook his head and granted the white haired girl a small smile. “It’s nothing, Nene.” He tried to reassure his girlfriend. “It’s fine, I just nicked my finger.”
“You cut yourself?!”
“I-it’s nothing, don’t worry about it!”
But the girl went ahead and eat and rushed over to the teacher’s desk, before rummaging in the drawers as she looked for a bandage. Finally finding one, she grabbed it and rushed back to Amane, making siren noises.
“Weeeeooooo, weeeeoooo, weeeooo! Amane is hurt, Nene to the rescue!”
Amane’s face flushed as his classmates stared at his girlfriend and him, mouths hung agape.
“N-Nene, you’re being too loud!” He whispered to the white haired girl as she stopped beside his desk again. “Wh-What—”
Yashiro took his hand gently in her own and gingerly held his injured finger before taking the bandage and placing it on the cut. “Weeeooo, weeeoooo...” she hummed before raising Amane’s hand to her lips and kissing his fingers. Smiling up at him and placing his hand back down, she gave him a little wave. “I gotta get back to my class now, or else Yokoji Sensei’ll get mad at me!”
The dark haired boy could only blink in surprise at his lover as she skipped away humming, “weeeooo, weeooo, weeeooo!” over and over, the other students staring after her as she beamed at passerby’s.
“What was that all about Yugi-Kun?” One of his classmates asked him, taking the empty seat behind him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
Amane’s face flushed a deeper red as he shrugged the hand off of his shoulder and averted his gaze, hiding his face in his arms. “That was my girlfriend,” he mumbled. He was happy that she came and that she helped him, but he was a tiny bit embarrassed that she made such a scene. “She came to visit me during her break.”
The student behind Amane nodded with a shrug. “Okay,” he said, “you’re lucky to have a girlfriend like that.”
A soft smile appeared on the dark haired adolescent’s face as he nodded dreamily. “Yeah.”
“So, are you gonna return the favor?”
Amane blinked and turned around to face the other, his amber eyes wide and blinking confusedly. “How Kaji-Kun?”
Kaji hummed and placed a finger to his chin, thoughtful. “When she hurts herself, so the same.”
Amane though about his friend’s suggestion, a wide toothy grin spreading across his face, the bright blush steadily fading from his cheeks. “Hmm,”
“But I doubt that you’ll be able to pull it off, Yugi-Kun.”
“Huh?”
“We see how she’s got you wrapped around her finger.”
And the blush returned to the dark haired boy’s cheeks. This time, Amane could feel them flaming as he gripped his red face in his hands with a soft groan of mortification. “Kaji-Kuuunn...!”
The other simply shrugged and said, “I’m simply stating the facts.”
Just as Amane was about to open his mouth and retort, the bell rang.
Kaji stood from the seat and waved at the short boy. “Good luck Yugi-Kun,” he called as they went their separate ways. “Tell me how it goes, okay?”
Amane sighed as he waved back. “Okay, okay.. see you Kaji-Kun.”
Maybe... he thought as he turned on his heels and walked to PE. If I do it..