a/n: This one was inspired by a conversation with a friend of mine who said easily impressed people are really sweet. Thank you for reading.
Rin's eyes were blown wide with disbelief and utter amazement. In his hands was a sketchbook, gaze never leaving it for a moment. Even as he said in awe, "No way. You drew this?"
Kamiki Izumo frowned, refusing to lose her composure. She was not going to admit aloud that his reaction to her work secretly pleased her. It didn't matter that her classmate looked like a little kid who had just been guided into a candy store and was told he could have anything he wanted. It didn't matter that the wonderment stitched into his voice made him seem equally childlike. It didn't matter that his tail was wagging like an excited puppy and—
"Oh, just give it back, will you?" Izumo snatched it from his hands without waiting for a reply, fighting back the burn in her cheeks. "Jeez, you're acting like you've never seen someone draw before."
Rin was already peering around her shoulder, head so close to hers she could hear him breathing. "C'mon, let me see it again, please?"
"Go bother someone else," she said flatly and huffed when he didn't budge. "Go away, idiot."
"But it's good! I can't believe you drew it! With your own two hands! How cool!"
Izumo scowled in annoyance, but when it became obvious that Rin was not going to let her be, no matter how much she insulted or berated him, she sighed. Slid the sketchbook with enough force that it put some distance between the two. His eyes lit up, marveling at each stroke of her pencil.
This was the spawn of Satan that everyone was so afraid of. This was the human-demon hybrid who evoked so much fear within the higher ups in the academy that they'd tried sentencing him to death.
Izumo rolled her eyes. Demon? Please. Grinning wide, eyes shining in admiration, tail brushing against the floor over a simple drawing, this boy couldn't hurt a damn fly.