a/n: What a good student I am, updating my fanfic during my Astronomy class. Also, this prompt was such a pain. XD

Fictober Day 5: "I might just kiss you."

It was an accident.

Izumo knew Rin hadn't meant to break the stupid vial. Nor had he been listening to Okumura-sensei when he was talking about what was inside the vial. But it happened all the same, and now she, her professor, and the rest of her classmates were fighting off dozens of annoying, low-level demons that spawned from every corner, every crevice, every shadow of the classroom. Definitely not how she planned her afternoon to go.

It became obnoxiously loud right away, between the firing gunshots, the cackling of the demons, and the rushed chanted prayers. And when they were all defeated, the stench lingered, making Izumo's nose twitch in disgust.

In the end, they were set outside so the room could air out, while Okumura-sensei called for the room to be inspected. A nurse had been sent to look over each student, only to find each of them relatively unharmed.

Well. At least it was a nice day out. It did little to soothe Izumo's irritation, though.

"This sucks," Shima said with an exaggerated groan, reclining his back against the grass beneath them. "They should just send us home or something, instead of making us wait like we're in time out. And man, I'm starving."

"We told you to eat before class started," Miwa said, giving him a pointed look.

"Not our fault you didn't listen to us," Suguro added gruffly.

"I don't have anything to eat," Shima went on dramatically.

Izumo rolled her eyes. His whining was destined to get worse. She picked up her bag off the ground, fishing through it until she found what she was looking for: a small container of chocolate-chip cookies.

"Here," she said flatly. "Now shut up."

Shima looked up just in time to get hit square in the nose. Still, once he realized she had offered him, he didn't seem to care. "Oh, thank you, Izumo-chan! I might just kiss you."

"Please don't."

Miwa, however, looked at her with a kind smile. "That's very nice of you, Kamiki-san."

"I only did it so he'd stop complaining," she snapped, but the burn in her cheeks betrayed her. "Stop staring at me. It's rude."

"Wow, Eyebrows," Rin said suddenly. "Those look amazing. Did you bake them yourself? Can I try one?"

Oh, boy. This was getting out of hand. She scowled, making a point to look in the other direction. "I don't care. And no, I didn't. Paku made them."

Rin nodded enthusiastically, already taking one for himself and splitting it in half to share with Moriyama. When he bit into it, his eyes widened.

"Wow," he repeated and proceeded to take another bite. "This's good!"

Her scowl deepened. "Your compliments aren't going to erase the fact that you got us into this mess. We're stuck playing the waiting game because of you."

"She's not wrong," Suguro said with his arms crossed.

It was as if Rin didn't hear a word either of them said. His eyes were still glowing with contentment, and he said, "You have to tell Paku her cookies are amazing. I wonder how they taste fresh."

"They are very good, Kamiki-san," Moriyama murmured shyly.

She rolled her eyes but inwardly knew that Paku would love the praise. Especially coming from Rin, someone who was arguably the best cook she knew. (Although she'd be burned alive before she admitted that out loud.)

"Hey, you can't take anymore," Shima said suddenly, before cradling the container protectively in his lap. "You had yours! Back off!"

"But they're good," Rin persisted, pouting. "And—"

Another eye roll. Izumo quickly tuned out the rest of their conversation. Rin became impressed so easily, it was almost annoying.

Almost.