"Kirigaya-kuuun!" squealed a hundred voices as a young swordsman strolled through the hall. Of course, the sword was hidden underneath his long black coat, a short wakizashi strapped horizontally to the small of his back. He wore all black, and he walked with a mysterious aura that called all the girls in the hallway to him. They wailed to him like sirens.
"Kirigaya-senpai~!"
"Onegai, senpai! Daisukiiii!"
Some reached out towards him, hoping to catch a part of the dark prince. Grasping hands brushed against parts of his long coat, but his gait was elusive to their holds. He swayed left and right to avoid the hands. A few tried to grasp his hand, their fingers brushing against his leather riding gloves. Their screeching voices harried him, each one beckoning him towards them, begging for something, some meager scrap of attention from the one they worship.
But he passed all of them. Of course, not because he was cool, but rather because he was racked with nerves. His clothes, much as he loved their style, were beginning to constrict him. The feeling of his long black coat brushing his calves became too much, like hands grasping at his legs, trying to draw him into the rolling tides of the crowd that grew around him and screamed his name. Why? Why did they have to scream? He could feel the warmth of their breaths on his neck. He focused on each lead-laden step, trying to tear his focus away from the drowning force of the crowd.
That's when he saw her. His oasis. Just a peek of the red mane in the sea of black and brown, she broke the tide.
She turned towards him, most likely seeking the source of the commotion, and their eyes met. Steel orbs sought respite within her caramel pools of sight, and for a moment they were alone. He studied her face, the sharp incline of the jaw and the sharp, slightly upward-pointing nose. She wore a white sundress with a red trim, and light brown ankle boots, and some white leggings, and she strode with a calm confidence that contrasted so clearly with Kirito's own heavy gait that he felt instinctively drawn to her. Her lips quirked up into the faintest, most sincere smile he'd ever seen. He was lost, floating away in relief.
The illusion broke. Something to the side called to her, and she turned her head. Kazuto was falling again, back into the clutches of the crowd that wailed his name. He kept walking, but for he heard something to the side. She had turned and was waving at him, and she spoke. The crowd was magnitudes louder, but he could hear her. "See you in class, sempai."
He whipped back around, a light blush dusting his features. Under his breath, he whispered, "Baka."
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A/N: Hey guys! This is the auther and im really enjoying writing this fic: i just htink kirito and asumna are so cute but tkirito is a bit of a mry sue so i went ahead and gave him anxiety! :P yeah thats pretty random i know but im also anxiety so i know how it is! Haha the next chapter will be up soon! Nect time there goign to be in kiritos house and were gonna see suguha in her really creepy incest desire for her brother so yeah... anyways how are you guys going! Tell me about your day in the comments, and if you want i can eve ngive you your own OC :)) just dont tell nayone because im pretty sure thats against the fanficiton guidelines:) anyeay guys see you—- woah woah asuna and kirito what are you doing here?
asuna : lol we're just here checking our own story o.o wpw you sure wrote that
Kirito: haha yeah maybe i am a bit of a weirdo xD i hope my anxiety getss better
Asuna: of course it will swearty! Im here:)) i love you
Kirito: i love you too swerta \
Haha you two are such lovebirds good luck with kiritos and iety i hope you guys have agood day
Asuna: yeah we certainly will ;)
Kirito: oh no... save me!
Asuna: no one can save him! :3 *glomps kirito*
Oh btw my best friend baewullf is gonna take the reins on the next chapter shes an edgequeen (like an edgelord byt for gorls :3) but in a punk lesbian way lol but shes str8 but im not! ;)
