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"You again?"
Kagome had to look away when Kise smiled brightly, beaming at her for a reason that she simply could not understand since she had not exactly been nice to him earlier, "What do you want? You better not be following me!"
"Ah, no!" Kise raised his hands defensively, though the smile stayed firmly on his handsome face, "My bus stop is this way!" He said, immediately earning himself a suspicious look, "Honest! I didn't expect to run into you again!"
"Hmmph," Kagome let out a noise of disbelief, but said nothing further about it as she continued on her way, "Is it necessary for you to walk beside me, even if your bus stop is this way?"
"I'm really interested in you, Kagomecchi!" Kise answered, causing the Miko to pause and stare at him in shock, "No girl has ever talked to me like you have! And you fended off those three even when you're so small~!"
"H-how..." Kagome raised a fist in a threatening manner, "How do you know my name!?" She growled, though she had a pretty good guess already, 'Probably Yuka or Eri...'
"It's a very unique name! And pretty too! I've never met another 'Kagome' before and I have met a lot of people in my line of work," Kise said enthusiastically and she was honestly at a loss on how to react, "And you really surprised me by catching that basketball so easily! Have you ever played before?"
'Why is he talking to me like we're friends?' Kagome thought with some confusion and was even further perplexed when she actually answered his question before she knew it, "Never seen a basketball game in my life and definitely haven't played before."
"You must play some sport if you have reflexes that fast!" Kise looked down at her with that smile, finding himself rather eager to learn anything about her that he could.
"If you count archery," Kagome muttered, though it was still loud enough for the blond to hear, "And I've dabbled in kendo and a few different martial arts..."
"That's amazing!" Kise responded earnestly and stepped away a little when she glared at him for being too enthusiastic, "So you could probably beat me up if you wanted to, huh?" He asked nervously.
"If you continue to follow me home, maybe I will," Kagome retorted, though she wasn't actually being serious – not that he needed to know that, "I guess you play basketball?"
Why she was even bothering to continue on conversing with him was completely beyond her.
"Yes," Kise smiled and it much softer this time around and she swore she could feel her cheeks heat up ever so slightly before she forcibly suppressed any such feeling, "It's very important to me."
"Ah," Kagome looked down to her feet, wishing she could feel so deeply about something in her life now, but knew those emotions had died along with the well's magic, "All I know about basketball is that you have to possess good aim."
"That's true," Kise agreed, "But I'm pretty sure that for archery, you need to have good aim too." He said and blinked at her suddenly depressed expression.
"If I didn't have good aim, then I would be dead right now," Kagome clenched her fists until her hands ached under the pressure as a lump seemed to have formed in her throat, "Sorry. I don't think you ever could be interested in someone like me – not if you knew the real me."
"That's not true, Kagomecchi," Kise said gently, "But I can understand where you're coming from. After all, a lot of people only like me for my looks and not for me as a person."
"Hmm," Kagome had to quickly repress all the memories that were bombarding her because of his words, "Just where is your bus stop?" She wanted to get away from him as quick as possible because she might snap in a few different ways if she didn't.
Kise blinked, not expecting the question and he glanced around, laughing nervously at her blank stare, "I must have passed it when we were talking..." He rubbed at his hair in a sheepish manner, pouting at her next words.
"Are all models so dense...?"