The more she paced, the more she thought about how much she hated him. She absolutely hated him. Akihito Kanbara was everything bad in the world, wrapped up in one goofy smile. One charming, fleeting, goofy smile that would slide into a soft laugh and never failed to rip the breath from her chest. It was so sickening, that she'd let him get close enough to her to break down her carefully buil walls, that he was able to hit nerves without even trying. He left her as a gaping mess when she thought that he'd finally stick around. Maybe the fever was just getting to her. Maybe she really was sick.
"Kuriyama-san." It was him. Of course it was him. She glanced up slowly, my eyes thick with sleep and let out a small yawn, fingers tightening in the soft pink sheets.
"I still don't feel good, Senpai." It was unconvincing, flat, but she couldn't take it back. She simply drew the blankets farther over her head and sighed. Three days out of school, three nights he'd been spending at my apartment. She couldn't afford to be out another day, it was a known fact and neither could he, but there was something so peaceful that came from being alone with him, having all the time she needed for picking him apart, finding his flaws. It wasn't natural, but it still happened unconsciously. Desire burned hot in her chest with every new weakness she managed to expose. It was joy.
"Right, of course. Do I need to babysit you another day?" She hated that term. Babysit. They were nearly the same age.
"You're so unpleasant," She muttered, tossing my blanket off, aiming for him offhandedly. Once she hade been uncovered, the cool air seeped into her skin, penetrating deep until she was rushing to the bathroom with her uniform in hand, trying to escape the chill.