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It had been a lapse of character, his decision to continue 'dating' Hinamori.
Uncovering her infidelity had brought his deeply buried self-righteousness to the surface, and he'd felt he deserved to the hear the truth from her, rather than say it himself. Yet, he was never granted with such a kindness. Just further lies and excuses, veiled by sweet tones and cute gleams, all of which left him wondering how long he'd been fooled.
Even as it became clear that he knew - due to his own efforts, of course - she didn't budge, and neither did his resolve.
However, when his physical escapades with Karin grew more affectionate and frequent, he found both his bitterness disappearing and resolution faltering, falling away completely, and with that, came an unspoken concord between Momo and himself.
And that was when the conspiracies began.
Out of an agreed obligation, Toshiro loiters at her locker whilst the hallways fill out with bustling students, all eager to escape the dreaded building until the following Monday. He can only praise their former selves for not succumbing to the popular PDA ritual as couples so often did; they'd been a modest pair, for which he was glad, as it gave no further obligations to give a goodbye hug or kiss for the sake of their scheme.
"Alright," In record time, Momo straightens up and slings her bag over her shoulder, "I gotta get to tutoring." The announcement is rather unnecessary, he muses, given the near-barren hallway. "I'll see you later, Shiro," she says sweetly and begins her stride down the corridor.
"See ya," he returns coolly, proceeding in the other direction. "Give my regards to Professor Aizen."
Her shoulders no longer tense, his smirk no longer reflects spite, and there is silent ratification between them, as they've come to an agreement; 'You sure have become a twisted bastard, Toshiro.' - that was her initial response to his proposition, yet she'd accepted without refute, as it worked in her favor and she couldn't care less about his corrupted motives, nor did he concern himself with her rather sickening preferences.
They didn't speak more than necessary, and they spent as little time together as possible; they've made their appearance as a 'happy' couple, and now, they were free to follow their hearts - in opposite directions.
His heart leads him to the school's parking lot, where sure enough, Karin awaits. Snuggling into her winter coat, she casually leans against the hood of his car and fiddles with her cellphone, giving no blatant notion that she was anything more than his best friend, waiting to keep him company whilst his girlfriend 'studies'.
He approaches her at a leisurely pace, a smile twisting his features as he comes up beside her. "Hey."
With an instant grin, she slips her phone into her coat pocket and swivels to face him, "Hey."
"For what do I owe this pleasure?" he inquires, feigning both ignorance and gentlemanhood.
A light chuckle escapes her. "It's Friday," she states, eyes gleaming suggestively. "And we have some very important studying to do."
Toshiro mirrors her visage. "We best not waste any time, then."
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.please don't tell my secrets, keep them hidden.
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