Dinner was tense, to say in the least. All four of them, Utena, Touga, Nanami, and Anthy said hardly a word the entire time. The silence was interrupted only by the occasional murmuring and squeaks from ChuChu. Utena tried to keep her eyes on her plate, but occasionally would glance up at her fellow housemates to watch their expressions.
Anthy continued to eat calmly and politely, casting her eyes docilely down at her food. Nanami, being the clingy sister she was, continued to glare at Utena throughout the meal, not saying a word, but somehow not remaining completely silent either.
Touga, on the other hand, played a similar card to Utena. he finished his dinner quickly and then spent the rest of the time watching her. His deep, ruby red eyes seemed to burn a hole through her skin. Every time she glanced up and met eyes with him, that confident smirk would be present on his face, and it was all Utena could do not to stand up and stomp away from the table.
She wanted to ask him so many questions, talk to him about so many things, but she was afraid that if she ever spoke a word to him, she would collapse.
As soon as Utena had eaten her final mouthful of food, she pushed her food away from her and started to stand. Touga, on the other hand, had different ideas. As Utena began to walk out, calmly trying to check her steps so as not to display her anger, Touga appeared beside her. Slowly, he leaned down and wrapped an arm around her waist, whispering in the shell of her ear: "If you wanted alone time with me, you could have just spoken."
Touga didn't realize he had been slapped until Utena disappeared around the corner. He held a hand to his face, narrowing his eyes after the pink haired duelist.
Utena shut the door behind her, locking it to make sure the student council president would not follow her. A hand went to her face, trying to calm the fury that coarsed through her blood. Her heart seemed to race and it was all she could do not to open the door and pummel Touga kiryuu despite her injured shoulder.
Still trying to calm her nerves, Utena walked into the shower of her bathroom and turned on the water extra hot, not caring if it scalded her skin, as long as she got the ugly feeling of his hands off of her.
yet as she let the steam and water wash away the feeling of his hands, she couldn't help but be plagued by feelings of disappointment and regret.
She had lost her concentration, in a moment of distraction, and now it had cost her all this. Her friendship with Wakaba, her pride as a duelist...
"Dammit!" She yelled, slamming her hand onto the bathroom wall, a small trail of frustrated tears streaming down her cheek. "Dammit