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Tap, Tap, Tap,
"Do you think this color goes well here...ooorr..here!?"
"I think it goes well in me! HA!"
"What does that mean, Iruma-San? How does one put color in them?"
Click, Clack, Clack,
"OUMA! GET BACK HERE! I NEED THAT!"
"Nishishi~You only get it back when you take it from me~!"
"Ouma! That's not nice, give Momota back his paper!"
Korekiyo Shinguji was on his laptop typing away at one of his few projects that are online. A soft hum escaped the anthropologist as he tuned out the noise his classmates where making, trying to stay focused so he wouldn't forget or procrastinate anymore than he already has.
It was fairly easy when you've gotten used to working with noise, especially with a bunch of nonsense bouncing around one room. Though it does get a but irritating at times. Shinguji loves his friends, but sometimes he wishes to be alone with silence and peace and not people constantly yelling in his ear about something ridiculous.
Thankfully, someone walks into the room which grabs his classmates attention and quietness.
Footsteps could be heard approaching him. Shinguji's lemon colored eyes glancing at the person standing next to him.
Now fully grabbing his attention.
Looking up, a soft smile could be felt on his lips, though not visible through his mask, it was Hajime Hinata.
Hinata returns Shinguji's soft expression with a soft smile of his own, passing a letter to him quietly.
"Someone wanted to give this to you.."
The upperclassman stated softly as the anthropologist gently took the letter from the other's hand.
"Thank you for delivering it then, it was a pleasure to see you Hinata." Shinguji replied with the same tone and softness. Cheeks heating up seeing Hinata's expression brightens by his words.
"It was nice seeing you too. Have a good day." Were the last things the upperclassman said before exiting the classroom.
Shinguji could feel his classmates staring at his back, so he turned to look at them with a raised eyebrow. There where expressions he figured he'd see like surprise or confusion, but one look caught his eye.
It was the look Shuichi Saihara, Ultimate Detective, was giving him. It was an expression of shock and jealousy mixed into and ugly form. Not to say Saihara wasn't good looking.
Shinguji simply turned back to his work, placing the letter given to him in the pocket of his bag as his classmates bombarded him with questions.
"Why did a degenerate male come into our classroom?!"
"Nyhaha~! He seems to have given you something, Kiyo~! What is it~?"
"Who was that....?
Click, Clack, Clack,
"What's in the letter Kiyo? Hehe.."
"He ignored all of us..nyeh..Except you.."
"Yea..Hinata ignored all of us.."
Tap, Tap, Tap,