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Chapter Three: Keep Your Hands To Yourself
She saw him again at school. She had been daydreaming, staring out of the window of the classroom while the teacher droned on about Japanese history when she saw him, outside in the school courtyard, a single figure leaning against the wall. She stared hard at him, half expecting him to disappear before her very eyes.
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There was a girl staring at him. He could see her, looking out from the second floor window at him, the same girl he had seen on the road this morning-that girl with her hair tied into a bun at the top of her head. What was with people nowadays and staring? He bet she thought his hair was freaky too. He laughed a bitter sounding laugh. He closed his eyes, wanted to block out the staring gaze of the girl……
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"Hi. I'm HInamori Momo."
His eyes snapped open. Lunchtime already? Had he fallen asleep? He looked up into the face of the girl who had been watching him from the window. What was she doing? Stalking him?
"What's your name?" She asked.
"….." He wondered if he should answer her….. "….Hitsugaya Toushirou."
"Can I eat lunch he-" She suddenly tripped, and her hand shot out towards his leg, grabbing it for support.
His mind was abruptly filled with her thoughts, and he was surprised to find that none of them contained anything bad about him. No thoughts about what a freak he was….just thoughts about how…lonely…he looked…Did he really seem that pathetic? He moved his leg away.
"Don't touch me." He said icily. "And the ground on my right is wet, so sit on the left side."
"Arigatou." She said cheerfully.
She sat down next to him and opened her lunch. He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. He felt odd. It had been so long since he had actually talked to anyone at school. And the girl-HInamori-she was so different from all the rest of the people. Just the fact that he didn't hate her immediately was beginning to disturb him. Was there really people out there that didn't think he was bizarre-looking? What was so different about her? And why did he have that annoying fuzzy feeling in his chest?