#38: Studying
"Odango Atama, what are you doing?"
"Studying."
A long, still silence fell over the arcade, giving all of its patrons the perfect amount of time to blink a few times and maybe adjust their ears as well.
Mamoru arched an eyebrow in disbelief. "I hate to break it to you, Odango, but you are not studying. There is no book in front of you. In order to study, one must attempt to learn more about a certain subject. And in doing so, one should probably have some intelligence to begin with." Mamoru leaned back with a superior air, readying himself for her outburst.
The man was out of luck, for it never came. Usagi was calm and cool as she repeated: "I'm studying."
He frowned, then shrugged his shoulders. "No, you're definitely not studying, but fine, I'll humor you." He gave her sideways glance before returning to his coffee.
As soon as he'd done so, Usagi's bright gaze of baby-blue was drawn to his form. Her eyes took in the ebony bangs sweeping over his brow, the well-defined muscles beneath the fabric of his jacket, the tongue licking those perfect lips.
"Seriously, Odango," he swung around to face her, unable to control his desire to know, "what are you doing?"
"I'm attempting to learn more about a certain subject, Mamoru-baka, just like you said. I'm studying."