I Like To Stalk You: You made me smile again! I wouldn't mind Dino molesting me while I was unconscious... Mmm. fuwacchi: Mukuro will play his role well soon, just you wait ;) I couldn't resist making him faint it was too tempting! alguien22792: It's in character? I was worried it wasn't at all. Veldargone: I'm glad you like it! Leo's Katanas: Aww, I'm happy you like it.
I don't own Kateikyoushi.
Chapter six—Consumption
HPOV
When I woke up, I immediately realized I was somewhere I didn't want to see for at least a good day or two. I was placed in Cavallone's bed and I was unintentionally curled up in his duvet. I hated the fact that it smelt like him, but it was felt so soft. I could feel my consciousness starting to slip even though I'd just woken up—I didn't want to go back asleep. I quickly got up and harshly rubbed my eyes. I was lucky enough that I didn't have a repeat of that dream this one time and I couldn't be more grateful. I didn't want to risk it and go to sleep again. I'd probably tear out part of my hair if that happened. I slipped slightly when rubbing my eyes, so my right palm crushed into my eye more than I intended. A low hiss made its way out of my throat at the pain. I really hadn't expected that, the minor error and the fact I was still in Cavallone's room had me fuming. I quickly removed my hands from my face and took in my surroundings. I didn't see Cavallone anywhere in the room and I didn't have a clue what the time was. I quickly glanced on the desk and internally groaned that there wasn't an alarm clock. There wasn't any type of clock in the room; that slightly explained why he got up at such an odd time yesterday. I mentally scolded myself when I remembered what time he woke up. I really shouldn't have been paying attention to him at that time. I didn't even realize I was paying attention, it just happened.
I shook my head quickly before I removed his duvet from me. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding when I noticed I was still in my uniform; Cavallone obviously hadn't manhandled me too much. I hoped that I somehow staggered in here, almost like sleepwalking instead of having him carry me. I shuddered a little at the thought of him in my personal bubble. I didn't know where he was, but there wasn't any sign of him in the room. I got up from the bed and smoothed out the wrinkles form my uniform. When I looked out the window, I still couldn't tell the time. I didn't know how long I'd been out, but the sun was still shining. That meant it wasn't more than a few hours. After all, it was morning when I embarrassed myself and shattered my pride. I left his bed messed up, I wasn't about to go out of my way and make it for him.
My stomach growling reminded me of one of the reasons I fainted. I hadn't eaten much at all, just half a bowl of cereal. I really needed to eat something soon. I remembered I bought some bread and rice yesterday. I could just make do with toast before I go shopping. I definitely needed to get some more ingredients. I made a mental note to go tomorrow, I didn't want to go anywhere today after this morning.
A bright yellow patch located above the door handle on his door caught my eye. I went closer and indentified it as a single post it note. My curiosity piqued, so I walked even closer to it and read what it said.
I've gone round Tsuna's. You can talk to me if anything is wrong. –Dino.
Immediately, I looked down at it with an incredulous expression. It was ridiculous that he thought I'd open up to him without a second thought. Just because I had fainted that morning didn't mean I was a pathetic herbivore. It was a one time thing. I scrunched it up and threw it on the floor. It wasn't my room, I didn't mind making mess.I made my way to the kitchen whilst mumbling curses under my breath. I was never going to tell Cavallone anything about me if I had a choice. After searching the fridge and cupboard, I really did find that there were no toppings to put on the bread. It would have to be only butter, but I wasn't in the mood for that. I'd finally decided to go to the convenience store to buy some instant ramen when I heard the front door open. I immediately tensed up, I wasn't prepared for him to be back so soon. I made sure he wouldn't be in my eye sight when he finally came into the room. I kept my back to the entrance whilst I got myself a drink. My throat suddenly felt extremely dry and I didn't like the feeling. It almost made me wrinkle my nose in disgust when I had to cough. I coughed as quiet as possible, trying not to let him know I was in here. I greedily gulped down two cups of water until the scratchy feeling had finally gone from my throat.
"Are you okay now, Kyouya?" I heard from behind me.
My eye twitched in shock. I hadn't heard him approach me at all, I thought he'd gone straight to his room or something similar. My guard was probably still down. I definitely needed to fix that after I'd eaten. It was still such a stupid mistake not to eat enough; I was sure I would never live it down.
I didn't make any other move to explain what had happened, apart from a quiet, "Hn."
The footsteps I was hearing, that seemed to be incredibly loud, indicated that he was coming closer. I still didn't want to turn around so I looked for something to distract myself with. I immediately saw the glass I'd just drank from and started to wash it. It was the only thing I could think of, but it was my only reason not to look at him. He didn't say anything whilst I was washing the glass out, but I could hear him breathing. It wasn't a comforting silence; it was one that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. For some reason I was nervous, I was impatiently waiting for him to start mocking me.
It never came after more than five minutes of waiting. I was still washing out the glass, I was sure he'd noticed long ago that I was pointlessly doing it to distract myself. He wasn't making any movements or opening his mouth to speak. I felt my patience finally snap after that. I put the glass down on the side with a small bang. I didn't put enough force into it to make the glass shatter; that would probably damage my hand as well. I needed for hands to be fine for punching herbivores or better yet, Cavallone.
I still had my back to him, but I spat out, "What do you want?"
My eye started twitching whilst I was waiting for his answer. If he said anything remotely similar to that of worrying about my health, I was going to bite him to death at that moment. I didn't want to deal with a pathetic roommate who constantly worried for my health. It wasn't something I desired or needed. My stomach growling cut him off before he ever started speaking. Inside my mind, I was leaking profanities at an amazing rate. I couldn't believe that I'd embarrassed myself again in front of Cavallone; it seemed to be all I did the last few days. He had his clumsy moments in front of me, but my actions were absolutely horrifying lately.
Cavallone chuckled behind me and I wanted nothing more than to open the draw nearest to me and pick a knife out. I wanted to threaten him with it—I wanted him to stay the hell away from me until I had completely calmed down. Wait. I want him away from me all the time. I quickly shook my head to rid myself of my thoughts.
"I want to go out for a meal with you."
"What makes you think I want to eat with you?" I probably should've waited awhile before answering, but instead I said that within at least two seconds of Cavallone talking. I mentally slammed my face against my imaginary wall. It seemed like I was trying to start a conversation with him when I certainly didn't.
"I'll pay." I didn't need to turn around to realize that he had a smile on his face. It was obvious; I could tell by his happy tone of voice. I knew I definitely should've refused and stormed off somewhere. Instead, I nodded before heading to the bathroom. I needed to brush my teeth, I hadn't done it since I'd woken up. I was sure my breath smelt awful and I didn't want to damage my pride even more. I brushed my teeth quickly, again trying to ignoring the burning sensation that occurred whenever I trailed the toothbrush over a sensitive part of my gums. I spat and wiped my mouth before making my way back into the living room. I could see Cavallone leaning casually against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. I vowed internally that I wouldn't make a conversation with him today and that I wouldn't look at his face either. I still didn't know what reaction I would have when I saw it. A little part of me didn't want to know—I just wanted to avoid it.
I quickly glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall; I still hadn't looked at the time once today. I knew it wasn't night time yet, but I was still curious to how long I had been unconscious for. I mentally blanched a little when I saw it was five o'clock. I had been unconscious for over eight hours. That also meant I was going to be having dinner with Cavallone. I guessed it was better than going to the shop and then making instant noodles at home. It was also a plus that he was paying; I could eat whatever I wanted with having to pay him anything.
After I'd put my shoes on, I opened the door trying to convey through my thoughts that I wanted to go. I didn't want to say it out loud, that would be acknowledging the fact we were going to dinner. I was trying to not think about it and just accept it. After all, it was free food. I heard rustling behind me and I assumed it was Cavallone moving to the front door. I didn't glance to see if he had his shoes on yet, I just kept staring out of the door. I heard the soft click of the door behind me and took that as my cue to leave. I was walking in front of him but he didn't seem to mind at all. There was no stupid conversation, instead there was silence. I mentally shrugged it off my shoulders and started do descend the stairs. A smile appeared on my face when Cavallone stepped on the stairs behind me, I could hear them creaking extremely loud whenever he put his weight on them. The image of him falling through and then possibly breaking a few limbs was fantastic. I was slightly shocked when Cavallone walked in front of me when we'd reached the bottom of the stairs, he didn't glance back at me.
"I've heard of a good place to go," he said.
My eyebrow raised itself at his comment. From my knowledge, the only person he'd really been in contact with since he had gotten here was Sawada. Inside my mind, I was mentally banging my face against my imaginary wall. I'd discovered another detail that I'd overlooked earlier. I now knew that I'd also kept unconscious tabs on who Cavallone spoke to. I really wanted to threaten myself and maybe inflict a little pain in reality to get me thinking straight. I'd probably eaten something weird; nothing at all.
I didn't make any move to reply and simply walked behind him. I made sure there was enough distance that it could be counted as we were walking in the same direction. I didn't want to be seen in public with him—I didn't want to be seen with anyone. Unconsciously, I shuddered a little at the attention I'd get if I was with someone of the opposite sex instead of Cavallone. I was sure rumours would spark and then I'd receive confessions to see if my interest had finally piqued. I blanched a little inside when I remembered last year's Valentine's; I had to threaten at least seven girls to leave me alone since I didn't respond to their feelings. I also had to put two males in hospital. That was a weird experience, I didn't know why they had thought I was interested in the same sex.
Whilst turning a corner, I rubbed my right palm into my eye. I needed to stay alert and stop distracting myself with strange thoughts.
We walked for at least another ten minutes with him leading the way and me trailing behind at least two meters. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding when he finally stopped in front of a random restaurant. I hadn't been to this part of town properly before, I'd normally only step here to bite some herbivores to death. I glanced around quickly and took in my surroundings. Most of the street was illuminated by a few street lamps, but they weren't having much effect; the sun was still up. Many restaurants were scattered along the street, but in between them were expensive clothing stores. I spotted a café further down the road and recognized it as the one I had coffee in. I hadn't seen it connect to this section before, I probably needed to pay more attention to my surroundings. I was slightly taken aback when Cavallone opened the door for me to go inside. I didn't look at him again, I just walked inside like it was completely natural. Inside my mind, I was still startled by his movements. I still didn't know why he was being nice to me, I definitely needed to punch him one more time. I hadn't hurt him since he came into the apartment as he seemed to be fine hurting himself without me there. I snorted internally when I remembered his clumsy acts. It was certainly amusing to see him hurt himself unintentionally. I doubted anyone would do that just for attention. I waited by the door for Cavallone to come inside and was immediately relieved when he didn't glance at me. He went towards the employee waiting at the entrance behind a small podium.
As we were seated at the back of the room, I was slightly surprised that we were in a booth that had no one surrounding it. Everyone else was still in the front of the restaurant. From what I could see, we were the only ones at the back. I gulped a little when I saw how close we'd be in the booth, but immediately shrugged it off when shoulders when I saw Cavallone turn to look at me.
I ignored him and slid myself into the booth. The chair was squishy, so I sunk into it a bit. I glanced down and frowned when I saw the material was fake leather. I liked real materials, not fake ones that were squishy. I kept moving until I was practically glued to the wall. I thought that this would put more distance between us—but I was wrong. Cavallone mimicked my movements and placed himself right in front of me. We had enough space to fit two more people into the booth; I didn't see why he had to crowd so close to me.
While I was trying to distract myself thinking of random things, I felt something poke my arm. I glanced down and saw Cavallone was trying to get my attention by passing me a menu. I mentally scoffed at his attempt; he couldn't think of anything apart from physical action. I choked a little on the spit inside my mouth when I thought that. It reminded me of my nightmare which I had tried so hard not to think about. I hadn't exactly been thinking about it, but physical action let my mind immediately connect it to the dream. I coughed quickly, trying to stop myself from choking. I could feel my face getting hotter but I hoped it would die down soon. I was banging my head against my imaginary wall again. I had the worst luck around Cavallone, it was starting to get me paranoid. I swallowed before opening the menu. I didn't want to choke again so I tried not to think of anything. I could feel my face was still slightly hot so I definitely needed to get a drink soon to try and cool myself down. I was still embarrassed as hell but I didn't want to show it. I mentally screamed inside my head and carried on to look at the menu like nothing at all had happened.
As I was scanning through the different meals I could choose from, I felt Cavallone's gaze on my face. I could feel my heartbeat increase slightly, but that was probably due to the fact I was waiting for him to laugh at me. I didn't mind making a scene in the middle of a restaurant, after all, everyone was located at the front. That meant I could spill Cavallone's blood without anyone worrying. I just had to somehow make him be quiet whilst he suffered. I smirked a little of the thought of shoving napkins into his mouth. I just didn't want the waiters to hassle us.
"What do you want to drink?" I heard him ask.
I definitely needed caffeine in my body—I didn't like the fact it was in the form of a carbonated drink, but I doubted I could get a good coffee here. I would have to put up with the drink assaulting my throat. I shuddered a bit as I remembered the feel. I mentally decided to let it go flat before attempting to drink it. I could hear the shuffling of clothes, but it wasn't in front of me. I whipped my head around quickly to glare at whoever was there. I was slightly amused when I saw it was the waiter, but now he was trembling in fear. He obviously hadn't expected someone to turn around and deliver him a glare. I didn't feel any pity for him, he should have been quieter when he approached.
"What would you like to drink?" he squeaked.
Cavallone beat me to it, ordering our drinks quickly.
I saw the waiter blush lightly before turning around and making his way back to the kitchen. I could feel my eyebrows knit together under my hair; I didn't understand his reaction to Cavallone. I wanted to understand at least a little bit why the waiter had blushed from him. Cavallone had only replied in a bored tone, there wasn't any sign of flirting in his voice. The waiter had reacted as if he'd just been asked to spend the night in his arms. I didn't understand it one bit, but I felt my hands ball into fists under the table. I blanched a little when I saw the fists. I was having a random episode of anger and I had nothing to take it out on. I couldn't harm Cavallone yet—he still had to pay for the meal and the rent. After that, I'd be free to put him in the hospital as many times as I wanted. I smirked a little at the thought.
When the waiter returned, Cavallone and I were still looking in different directions. My gaze travelled to the approaching male and I almost growled out loud when I saw he was looking at Cavallone with dreamy eyes again. There was still a blush on his cheeks and I wanted to smack it off his face. I tried to calm down my murderous aura, I doubted the male would be prepared for me to suddenly make him bleed internally. I settled with just imagining him dying in my mind a few times. That was enough to keep me happy, at least until I saw it happen in real life. I'd never killed anyone before, but I was fully prepared to. I didn't have any fear about it. I've sent a few people on the brink of death in the hospital, but the doctors had always saved them. I wouldn't say I wasn't disappointed when I saw their weak forms hobbling to school a few weeks later.
He placed the drinks down in front of us, but I noticed he took extra care when placing Cavallone's down. When I glanced at my glass, a frown settled on my lips. At least a quarter of the liquid that should've been inside the glass was missing. It seemed to be on the table or slowly trailing down the glass. I directed a quick glare at the waiter before getting a napkin and cleaning it up. I didn't want my glass to be sticky and get the crap all over my hands. It would be horrible to touch things and if I ran my hand through my hand, I was sure a few strands would get stuck to it. I heard a small chuckle from in front of me while I was cleaning up the mess. I didn't have to look up to know it was Cavallone and the noise he was emitting was annoying the hell out of me.
I threw the napkin at his face or at least where I thought his face would be. I just hoped it made contact to tell him the shut up.
"What would you like to eat?" the waiter asked. I noticed that he was still only looking at Cavallone, it seemed like the question was only directed at him too.
When Cavallone answered him, the waiter almost jumped out of his too tight shirt but then continued to write it down on his notepad like nothing happened. He turned around and started to walk away when Cavallone stopped him by asking, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
The waiter turned around with a smile on his face, whilst his cheeks were even more flushed than before. I couldn't help it at that point, I made the fiercest glare I could muster up feature on my face. He'd barely even glanced at me before, but now he was ignoring my presence and only paying attention to Cavallone. A small growl made its way out of my throat and I saw the waiter freeze on the spot. I arched my eyebrow whilst taking in his actions. He slowly turned his head to face me and when he finally did, he paled. It was almost like he was splashed with paint—he'd changed colour in less than a second. I was pleased on the inside that my glares still worked well; it was just Cavallone they didn't affect.
"Wh-what would you like?" He squeaked.
"Hamburger." I averted my gaze from him after that. I suddenly became very interested in ripping a napkin in front of me. It was better than looking at Cavallone or watching the waiter make eyes at him. I still didn't understand my reaction. All I knew was I didn't want him anywhere near Cavallone again. I was comfortable enough with my sexuality to admit Cavallone had the features that could label him as good looking, but that didn't explain the waiters actions when all he did was answer in a bored tone. It was frustrating. Either that waiter was an absolute idiot or Cavallone was flirting without any regard of my presence. If he wanted to do that, he could do it when he was alone.
"Kyouya, are you friends with Tsuna?" Cavallone asked after a few minutes of silence.
I was slightly taken aback from his question. Of course I wasn't friends with Sawada, there would be no way in hell I'd talk to him unless it was necessary. I barely associated myself with anyone, I didn't need weak herbivores to attach themselves to me. I groaned internally when it did seem I had someone attached to me. I was still with Kusakabe since Elementary School. I wouldn't call it friendship; I simply ordered him around. He was a good subordinate. "No."
"No wonder he couldn't tell me much about you," I heard him mumble.
After a few seconds of contemplating, I decided to pass that comment off as my imagination. I didn't want to get any angrier until I was out of the restaurant. After a few minutes of silence, I decided to finally have a sip of my coke. As I felt the carbonated liquid slide down my throat, I grimaced. It was still fizzy and felt disgusting against my throat. I definitely needed to wait a bit longer until I could drink it. I could feel that Cavallone was staring at my face whilst I took a sip, I still tried to ignore him.
"Kyouya?" I ignored him and looked to my left. I could see the restaurant slowly filling up with people. For some reason, they all stuck to the front. We were still the only people placed in the back—I liked that. "Kyouya," I heard him sigh.
Turning my head around to the other side, I took note of my surroundings. Since we were located in a booth, there was only a wall there. On the wall though was a painting—it looked old and expensive—I pretended I was interested in it and stared without any emotions framing my face. I was panicking inside my mind. Cavallone was trying to start a conversation and I didn't know how to dodge whatever it was he wanted to say. I had no clue what he wanted to talk about, but it seemed he liked saying my name.
It didn't take long for the waiter to come back with our food. I could still see him making eyes at Cavallone, but he seemed to be oblivious to it. I could still feel his stare on my face and I was still trying to ignore it. Somehow, so far through the night I'd been able not to glance at his face once. I wanted to keep it that way. I shuddered a little at the fact Cavallone had to carry me into his room. I didn't see why he didn't put me in my own.
The waiter had already put our food down in front of us, but he was still standing there. His eyes were fixated on Cavallone and hadn't glanced at me yet. He seemed to be waiting there for something and I was getting impatient for him to leave. I knew we didn't have to pay yet. What the hell did he want? I felt a growl forming in my throat when the blush reappeared on his cheeks. I felt the urge to punch him in the face, but I kept it in. I wanted to eat and then punish him later.
He jumped a little from hearing my growl; he had clearly forgotten I was even there. He quickly glanced at me and tensed up again. He practically ran away after looking at my face. All I could think of at that moment was he certainly did have some brains. Running away was a good idea. I grudgingly started to eat. The hamburger tasted quite bland, but it was better than instant food any day. I wasn't used to eating in restaurants, so the overload of seasoning was horrible for my taste buds. I was happy that Cavallone didn't try to talk to me while we were eating. I still hadn't glanced at him and I was sure he'd finally understood I didn't want to be here with him.
We ate our meal in silence and I was happy about that. I still hadn't glanced at him once and my stomach was full. I didn't have to pay anything either, it was definitely a good idea to come here. I put my chopsticks on top of my plate and pushed it forward. I proceeded to take a sip of my coke, but it was still fizzy. I grimaced again after I swallowed, it was horrible for my throat. I didn't see how anyone could drink it straight away or even out of the can. I placed the drink down again and then crossed my arms over my chest. I had forgotten to put my jacket on earlier so I was getting a little cold.
"Kyouya?" I heard Cavallone ask.
"What do you want?" I hissed. I made sure I was staring down at my plate as I said that.
"Why did you faint today?" I could hear that there was concern in his voice. That annoyed me, he didn't have any reason to be concerned about me.
"None of your business, Cavallone."
"It is, Kyouya. I live with you." I didn't answer. Instead, I turned my head and started looking at the painting beside me again. I didn't how to answer that. The only reason he was worried was because I lived with him. We'd only been living together for two days, today being the third. That wasn't long enough for him to concern himself with me—Cavallone was just being unnecessary. I could hear him sigh when he realized I wasn't going to answer.
Before he could open his mouth to say something else, the waiter came back. I didn't bother to turn my head away from the painting, I knew already what I would see. The waiter would be flushing whilst looking at Cavallone and Cavallone himself would be flirting. The same as every other time and it still annoyed the heck out of me. The waiter didn't have any respect for customers and he should have been fired if he was like this for every good looking male that came along. If he didn't start talking or walking away I swore I was going to bite him to death.
"Would you like anything else?"
"Two coffees, please." I didn't need to look at him to know he had a smile on his face. I felt more annoyed from noticing I could figure out his expressions without looking at him. I'd only known him three days and I unconsciously stalked him. It had to be my killing instinct going haywire. After a few more minutes, the waiter finally shuffled away.
"I never said I wanted coffee," I said flatly.
"The bags under your eyes say different," he countered.
Touché. I grudgingly accepted his comment. I wouldn't have been surprised if the bags under my eyes were still there, they stood out too much from my pale skin. I hated the fact that he had noticed and also the thought that he had looked at my face. I ran a hand through my hair quickly, trying to stop all the thoughts in my head. I didn't like the thought of attention. The only attention I usually got was when people notice me and then run away in fear. The waiter came back again and I turned my head to catch his name. I was fed up of referring to him in my mind as 'him' or 'the waiter'. I felt my eye start twitching when I saw he had no nametag on his chest; just his clothing. That didn't help a damn bit. Another thing that caught my eye was the fact he was only looking at Cavallone again. I could see him spilling my coffee too. He had to be doing it on purpose and it was getting on my nerves. I mentally put him on my hit list, I needed to teach him a lesson later. I simply let my eyes narrow at the sight of him whilst waiting for him to put my coffee down.
Again, he put Cavallone's down with perfect care whilst splashing mine everywhere. I was mentally chanting profanities at the sight of that; it was getting old. I was relieved when the waiter left straight away this time, he wasn't making eyes at Cavallone this time around. I wiped up the coffee with a napkin quickly, before pulling it to my mouth and taking a sip. It felt great to drink something hot—I didn't know how cold I was before I had drunk some. I inwardly smiled at the sensation. I set the mug down quickly and waited for it to cool down a little more.
"Could you flirt somewhere else?" I asked angrily.
I didn't look up to see him answer, but I heard him start choking. I smirked a little at that, he was definitely surprised that I'd started a conversation and had said that of all things. He deserved to choke; it was awkward sitting here while he flirted with the waiter.
"K-Kyouya!" He coughed.
The smirk on my face was wiped off when he said my name. I still hated it with a passion, the way he said it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
"Don't call me that," I demanded.
"Why can't I call you by your name, Kyouya?"
I didn't have any intention of answering that question. Instead, I opened my mouth to say, "I'll bite you to death."
After that small threat, I brought the mug into my hands, I wanted something to look at and this would occupy my hands too. I heard Cavallone chuckle quietly before saying, "I didn't know you were into that."
"Hn?" I questioned.
"Nothing, nothing," he chuckled again. I frowned at the sound of his laughter. I didn't understand what was humorous about what he was saying earlier.
Before moving onto finish the rest of my coffee, I shook my head lightly. I finally felt alert for once and I almost smiled at the feeling. I didn't like being weak enough to fall asleep at any given moment. I'd finally had enough of being with Cavallone. We'd finished our meal now, so I took that as my cue to leave. I got up and headed towards the door. I didn't even spare Cavallone a glance as I went outside. I could hear footsteps behind me, so I assumed he paid and then caught up with me. I was slightly irked at the fact he wanted to walk with me.
"Kyouya, wait!" he called after me.
I ignored him again and mentally started humming. I stuck my hands in my pockets and carried on walking back to the apartment. I wanted to finish the book I started last night, I'd just gotten to the good bit this morning when I realized the time. It didn't matter that I didn't have school; I was still going to go in and patrol. I growled a little when I realized I had completely wasted today. Not only that, I spent most of the time I was awake with Cavallone. I'd definitely go in tomorrow.
The only reason I stopped at that moment was because Cavallone had put his hands on my shoulders. He was practically dragging me backwards and I hissed lowly from feeling the warmth of his hands through my shirt. I didn't like the fact he was in my personal bubble again. I didn't turn around to face him, but I wasn't making any movements.
"Why won't you look at me?"
I didn't answer. Instead, I jerked my shoulders out of his grip and carried on walking home. I heard Cavallone sigh behind me before I heard him start walking. It was nice that he finally understood that I didn't want to look at him.
We walked in silence, I was increasing my pace to try and get away from him though. I could still his footsteps behind me and it was annoying me even more. Every time I walked faster, he copied my movements. It was getting to the point I wanted to run away. It felt like he was almost stalking me. The fact I could only hear his footsteps made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. When we'd finally entered the apartment building, I went straight towards the stairs without leaving the door open for Cavallone. As I had climbed at least five steps, I felt a tug on my arm. I looked down and saw that Cavallone had grasped my wrist and was trying to slow me down. I hissed a little at the invasion of my personal space.
I was about to threaten him, but Cavallone opened his mouth first to say, "Kyouya."