A/N: Just between you and me, I think okonomiyaki is disgusting. I have very low tolerance for seafood of any kind. But to each their own.
Disclaimer: No remuneration, just the pure enjoyment of the exercise.
Quietly, quickly, he glided along the wall, skirting the clusters of students chatting and amusing themselves after the end of class. He kept his eye on the younger Harada twin as she, head down, shuffled her way through the center of the classroom.
Before she could reach the door, he slid in between her and her escape, then asked, "Where are you going?
She stopped short and glanced up, startled by his interruption, then she frowned at him. "I'm going home."
"Why?"
"I don't feel very well," she said, curt, then stepped around him to reach the door, only to utter a loud, disgruntled noise when he caught her wrist.
"Try again," he said and pulled her a step away from the door.
Too flabbergasted to look as downcast as before, she struggled distractedly against his hold and demanded, "What are you talking about, Hiwatari-kun?"
"Try harder," he elucidated, deadpan. "No one will believe you if you say you are just going home early with that sort of face."
Her surprise shuttered behind a peeved frown, and she propped her free hand on her hip. "Oh yeah? What sort of face?"
He held her gaze until her attempted displeasure crumbled bit by bit, revealing again the melancholy that had plagued her throughout their classes. He loosened his hold on her wrist only to take her hand instead, then he guided her to the door. "Come on. I am going to get some okonomiyaki."
"So?" she huffed, blustering, but her fingers curled gently around his.
"You are coming with me." He pressed her fingers tighter and strode down the hall, ignoring anyone who looked their way. She would not go home alone—he would see to that.