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"INOSUKE!" Aoi shouted furiously as she chased the young man through the estate. "COME BACK HERE!" while strands of her hair whipped across her face harshly.
Her breathing was heavy, and she ran after him in an attempt to catch up and take back what he had grabbed, praying the sheets wouldn’t get dirty since she had just washed them.
However, he was very fast and ignored all her demands and pleas. After a while, she had to stop, one hand on her stomach from the effort, breathing heavily.
"PLEASE, INOSUKE!" she shouted louder once she had recovered a bit of her breath. She stretched out her arm. "GIVE IT BACK!"
The girl’s blue eyes watched the once-white sheet being dragged across the ground.
A look of distress appeared on her face upon seeing it now stained with brown marks when it had been so clean before.
"INOSUKE!" she shouted his name again desperately, begging him to give it back.
"HEY!" he called out, shaking it. "IF YOU WANT IT, TAKE IT FROM ME!" before running off again, to Aoi’s frustration.
"INOSUKE!" she shouted after him again. "STOP! STOP PLAYING AROUND!"
After a while, Aoi finally managed to reach… a piece of the sheet, which she grabbed tightly in her hands.
"LET GO!" she demanded.
"YOU LET GO!"
"YOU’RE GOING TO TEAR IT!" the girl objected, noticing the tension in the fabric. "INOSUKE HASHIBIRA, LET GO!"
"YOU LET GO!"
Since neither of them would give in during this tug-of-war, it was only a matter of time before the fabric ripped—and it did. It took about two minutes. In the end, Aoi was left holding a piece of (no longer) white fabric in her hand.
"It broke," Inosuke said the obvious.
Aoi got irritated.
"OF COURSE IT BROKE!" she shouted. "YOU HAD TO LET GO, INOSUKE!"
Her brows were furrowed, and her hands were on her hips. She sighed and asked the question that had been on her mind for days.
"INOSUKE! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS TAKE MY THINGS?"
This wasn’t the first time he had pulled one of his pranks, and although she claimed it was to get attention, she still didn’t understand why she was the "target" of all his mischief—taking all her things, even those that weren’t his. The moment he took them, they somehow ended up in her possession.
The answer, completely unexpected, coming from Inosuke’s mouth, made her expression soften, her eyebrows lift in surprise, and a blush spread across her cheeks.
"BECAUSE I LIKE IT WHEN YOU SHOUT MY NAME!"