Midnight Meetings
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It was silent.
Kid for a moment considered the possibility of Aoko being asleep as he easily slipped into the dark room. A glance at her bed though proved that she wasn't there.
His next thought was that she was hiding in wait for him so that she could do a sneak attack. Observation proved this also to be false.
It was with some amount of shock and a little bit of shame(at his lack of observation) that Kid spotted the girl snoozing at her desk, textbooks open.
He opened his mouth for one of his usual comments, something that would jolt her awake and probably have a textbook aimed for his skull, but the words died.
He couldn't bring himself to wake her up.
Kid sighed; he should at least put a blanket on her or move her to the bed.
Why did he feel so out of place all of a sudden?
He didn't know why but he had the innate feeling that he shouldn't be there, that he really didn't belong there.
Kid shook it off and tried to convince his limbs to move but they were unusually stiff.
He shouldn't be here.
A look at Aoko's sleeping face and he realized one of the reasons why. Kid shouldn't be here. Kid never should have been here. Kid wasn't supposed to be a part of Aoko's life.
It was foolish to show up to begin with. He was a smart boy, he should have known from day one that he wouldn't be able to stop coming after the first time.
…he really didn't have much time to spend with Aoko anymore…
He sighed again, it was no time to think about all this, he already meditated on it long enough at other times; right now he needed to get Ao—Nakamouri-chan to bed before she caught a cold.
Aoko was unsurprisingly light to lift, she was a petite girl after all. He was used to carrying around much heavier equipment.
She was tucked in within moments and Kid was about to make his usual escape when a totally insane urge struck him. He shouldn't, it was stupid.
Still, he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"Good night… Aoko."
A swish of the cape later and Kid was gone.
As soon as she was sure he was gone Aoko shot up in bed, heart pounding and face flushed.
Kid kissed her. On the forehead. After tucking her in.
She wasn't blushing. She wasn't attempting to calm her heart.
She wasn't in love.
She couldn't be.
She wasn't.
"Good night… Aoko."
A fresh flush assaulted her face and her heart throbbed painfully.
She didn't like how it sounded when he said her name.
She hated it. How dare he think he could call her that!
Aoko curled into a ball and attempted to deny the back-flips her stomach was making. She only had a tummy ache… a very pleasant feeling one…
She was not in love.
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