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Nagumo leaned closer to your side, whispering, “Where’d you go last time?”
Unbothered, you responded quietly, “Please, focus on the subject at hand and refrain from asking irrelevant questions.”
“You made a run for it as soon as I opened the door,” he quipped in amusement.
Ignoring him was the best course of action, you continued the conversation about the subject matter at hand and focused on tutoring him instead.
He observed you intently, studying the way your lashes fluttered as your eyes danced across the page. His gaze then lingered upon your lips, reminiscing how soft it was when he kissed you two days ago.
With a soft touch, he gently tucked strands of hair behind your ear, “What happened to your other self?” he inquired, his voice a gentle whisper.
You jerked away from his touch, your expression hardening into a glare.
“Don't touch me,” you replied, shifting your gaze away, “If you're insinuating I have a twin, I came out of the womb alone.”
He struggled to suppress a chuckle, disguising it with a cough. He let out a sigh before continuing, “Multiple personalities perhaps? Where’s the one who kissed me back?”
You brightened up and clasped your hands together, turning to face him directly, “Listen closely, Nagumo. That kiss holds no significance. There are times when human emotions, including lust, can overpower us. It was a moment of weakness on my part. I don’t resonate with that version of myself anymore. Let’s refrain from discussing it further.”
He stumbled backwards, feigning surprise. In a dramatic manner, he clutched at his chest, exclaiming, “Whoa? Whoa! Hold on… I wasn’t familiar with your game. I didn’t take you for a player.”
“What are you…” You stood up, your expression hardening into a scowl, “Ah, no. Never mind, time’s up. See you tomorrow.”
“Oh, by the way,” he interjected with a smirk, his eyes following your every move as you packed your bag, “I need my jacket back.”
“I'll bring it tomorrow,” you agreed, pausing for a moment before extending your palm, “And while we're at it, you can add paying for ruining my blouse to the list.”
He grumbled and leaned back on his seat, retorting, “Just sew the button back on. I need my jacket today.”
You crossed your arms, your eyebrows furrowing from irritation, “You’re so unbelievably cheap… I left it at my room, and I have a class to attend in ten minutes.”
“See you after your class, then?”
“What for? I’ll bring it tomorrow.”
“Nuh-uh. I told you I need it today.”
You glanced at the clock, realizing you would be late if you continued arguing, and the way he was grinning with satisfaction is only making you angrier. With a look of disdain, you turned and walked away, retorting, “Have fun waiting.”
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The day had gone by smoothly, but something felt missing—you hadn't spotted Nagumo between your classes. He hadn’t sent his usual chat stickers either. You shrugged it off, only to discover him waiting for you outside your dorm building when you returned. Ignoring him, you walked past him, and he followed closely behind.
“You're not allowed inside,” you protested, a hint of irritation in your voice.
“No problem,” he responded, waving off your concern.
“You're going to get me in trouble,” you warned, your voice growing more exasperated.
“I said I got it,” he insisted, grinning at you.
“You know, you're not only cheap, you're also corrupt,” you grumbled.
He bursted into a hearty laughter.
“What's so funny?”
He patted your head, finding your frustration adorable.
There was no use in continuing to argue, and you had already wasted valuable time and energy, so you decided to just go along with it. As you walked down the hall toward your room, it seemed as if he knew every girl on your floor, prompting you to roll your eyes in annoyance.
“Wait here,” you ordered, your voice firm.
“No can do,” he responded, a hint of mischief in his tone, “I might get caught loitering.”
“I thought you had it under control?” Feeling skeptical, you raised an eyebrow.
“Just let me in, please?” he pleaded with a pout, his eyes widening in a puppy-dog expression.
Under normal circumstances, your roommate would typically be lounging around at this time, so there would be no issue with the two of you being alone. However, tonight was an exception.
Reluctantly, you held the door open for him, gesturing with your hand, “Stay by the door.”
He ignored your request and strolled right in as if he owned the place, taking a seat on your bed.
“Is this how you treat your guest?” he asked, feigning offense.
“You're not my guest,” you asserted, your tone stern, “Pest would be a better term. And get off my bed with your outside clothes.”
You tossed his jacket onto his lap with a huff. He chuckled, slipping it on, before teasing you, “Where are the snacks?” he jested, “Ah, I mean, your blouse. I'll fix it for you.”
“I was joking,” you clarified, “You can leave now.”
“Yeah, your jokes aren't funny. I just got here,” he retorted, settling back comfortably onto your bed with his arms folded behind his head, clearly showing he had no intention of leaving.
“Hey, get off,” you exclaimed, trying to pull him away. However, in a swift move, he pulled you back, causing you to stumble and fall right onto him.
“Got youuu!” he exclaimed, trapping you in a tight embrace and laughing heartily. He eventually released you, allowing you to squirm out of his arms.
“You're so annoying!” you huffed, standing in front of him, your chest heaving with exertion.
“Why?” he taunted, his laughter ringing through the air, “Are you that afraid of lusting over me?”
“Excuse me?” you retorted, your voice dripping with disbelief, “Me? Lust over... you?”
He sat up, wiping away his tears as he recovered from his fit of laughter.
“Those were your words, not mine,” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips.
“I wasn't talking about me!” you protested, your voice rising in frustration, “I was talking about you!”
He sported a sly grin as he stood up and sauntered closer to you, “Oh, I see,” he murmured, a hint of smugness in his voice, “You thought I was lusting over you.”
“Hey, stay back,” you retorted, pointing up a hand in warning, “I'll report you.”
He chuckled and ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, “You're blocking the door…” he observed, a smirk playing at his lips, “Unless you want me to stay?” he added, feigning nonchalance.
“No no no,” you protested, attempting to open the door. But he slammed it shut, trapping you inside with him.
Ah, what is it with doors and this guy? I’ve seen this happen before—you thought.
“We're not done talking,” he stated firmly.
You folded your arms and demanded, “I am. Get out of the way, you beanpole!”
He leaned down and brought his face closer to yours, his voice dropping to a quiet whisper, “Better?”
He was so close, crowding into your personal space, making it difficult for you to focus.
He’s like a dog. I throw him a bone and he leaves me alone—those were your thoughts while gazing at him.
“You're staring again,” he pointed out, letting your name roll off his tongue like a coo.
You tilted your head to the side, studying his face intently, “No. It's your face…” you replied, your tone holding a hint of wonder.
His face lit up as he asked, “You think I'm handsome?”
Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a flutter in your chest. Must be the coffee, you reasoned, trying to shake off the sensation.
“Yeah, you have a handsome face,” you admitted, your voice softer than usual.
“Aww, so it's working?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips, “Is your other personality coming out? Here, kitty, kitty.”
At his words, your frown faltered for a moment, and he caught it instantly, “There she is,” he murmured, his voice holding satisfaction.
You looked up at him, your heart hammering in your chest at your own suggestion, “Alright, just one,” you stated firmly, holding up a finger, “One kiss, and then you leave.”
He was stumped, unable to come up with a witty response like usual. His initial intention had been to just tease, but your unexpected proposition was spoken with much seriousness made it endearing. How could he say no?
He nodded, a soft smile forming on his lips, “Deal,” he agreed, bringing his face closer to you.
You reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him closer to you for a kiss. The familiar taste of him flooded your senses once again.
He licked your lips, prodding you to open your mouth, and you obliged. His tongue swept across your lips, wiping away any remnants of your lip gloss, making you only sweeter on his tongue.
He kept his hands on either side of your head, pressing you against the door as he kept it shut.
Despite wanting to touch you, he held back, learning from last time not to push his luck too far. He wanted to stay within your good side.
You pushed his face away from you, gasping for air, and said, “There. Now get out.”
He was momentarily taken aback by your assertiveness, it only fueled his desire for more. He was about to go in for another kiss when your roommate pushed open the door, exclaiming, “Yo, why is the door so heavy...?”
The intruder’s eyes landed on the two of you tangled up together, her voice trailed off as she addressed Nagumo, “Oh, Nacchan?”
There was an awkward silence as the three of you exchanged glances, each knowing what had just transpired.
Your roommate inquired, “Did I interrupt something?”
He shook his head, a smile on his face as he looked at you, “Nah, I was just leaving,” he said.
He gave a casual nod before exiting the door, “See you tomorrow.”
Your roommate trailed after you to your desk, a puzzled expression on her face, “What was that? The vibe was so…” she questioned, trying to figure out the atmosphere.
You swiveled around to face her, curiosity in your eyes, “Why did you call him ‘Nacchan’?”
Your roommate explained, “That's his nickname.”
Meanwhile, Nagumo continued his way through the campus, smiling to himself as he touched his lips, still savoring the taste of your kiss.