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Charming as always, Natsume.
Learning new words.
"Charming," Natsume mused as he looked at Mikan in her genie outfit. Mikan blinked a consecutive amount of times before she tilted her head, and asked.
"What's charming mean?" causing Natsume to look at her in disbelief.
"I always knew you were an idiot, Mikan."
"We're twelve, I don't know the whole dictionary you know?" she sighs as she runs a hand through her hair, "Give me a break."
"Oh please," he scoffs. "Charming, is hardly a word meant for grown ups."
"Yeah?" Mikan challenged, "Who's it for?"
Natsume just groaned and walked off, away from her as she sighed and continued to do her job in the festival.
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By the end of the day, Mikan still had not worked out what 'charming' had meant, and she was beginning to look frustrated.
"Hotaru," she calls as her raven haired friend turns around nonchalantly. "What does charming mean?"
Hotaru shrugged, "Look in the dictionary."
"Do you have one on you?"
"What am I, a library?"
"Right, sorry." Hotaru nodded as Mikan headed off to the library, determined to know what charming was.
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As Mikan fumbled through the library, still amazed at the size of it, she decided that what Natsume had remarked her as today, was definitely an insult. She pouted at the thought, couldn't he just have said something simple, like beautiful or pretty?
What's with the cryptic remarks?!
When Mikan sighed and plopped herself into a comfortable chair, she flipped through the dictionary and had found the word she's been longing to look for.
"charm - appeal: attractiveness that interests or pleases or stimulates; "
At that, Mikan gasped and jumped out of her chair and ran for the one place she thinks she would find Natsume.
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"Natsume!" Mikan yells as she runs through the isle of cherry blossoms. Natsume, just awoken from his nap inclined his head in her direction.
"Stop yelling, it's like 10pm at night." He ordered huskily.
Mikan giggled, and smiled at him brightly. "Right," she says. "Sorry."
Natsume raised his brow, but questioned no further at her happiness, considering she was always happy.
"You're so reserved, Natsume." Mikan murmured as she took in the comfortable silence between the two.
Natsume raised his brow again, "Don't use words you don't understand Mikan," he murmured, "It just makes you look more of an idiot."
Mikan groaned and rolled her eyes. "I know what reserved is," she said "Hotaru always says it when I say she's quiet." Mikan mimicked Hotaru, "Reserved, Mikan, I'm reserved."
Natsume laughs, "Charming,"
Mikan looks at him and smiles, "Like you are to me." She says simply, and turns on her heel towards the dorm.
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