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Sou was surprised to see Ichirou after his classes that day.
He'd assumed he wouldn't see the man if he didn't go to lunch.
Sou stared at him as his friends and classmates walked past Ichirou.
Ichirou was standing by the door, his eyes fixed on Sou, his mouth chewing something.
Sou stopped when he saw Ichirou.
When their eyes met, Sou knew Ichirou was going to say something about lunch earlier that day, or rather Sou's behaviour during it.
He didn't want to hear it.
Not when all he'd thought about during economics was whether he was a circle or a triangle and whether or not Ichirou's lips were as soft as they looked.
He needed to sort himself out.
He wouldn't, couldn't, deal with him at the moment.
Not when his heart and mind were muddled with silly thoughts of mathematical diagrams.
Sou looked around the classroom and hoped there were two exits.
There weren't.
The sole exit was being guarded by Ichirou.
Sou stood, where he'd been standing for five minutes now.
He stood and looked down at his sneakers and decided they needed to be washed.
He then told himself Ichirou would leave if he ignored him long enough.
"Sou"
Sou flinched at the voice, because it echoed in the classroom.
All the students were gone now.
All that was left was Sou, standing five rows from the black board, and Ichirou, who was now walking towards the frozen Sou.
"Look at me" Ichirou commanded, his voice stern, as always.
Sou bit his lower lip.
He wouldn't look.
If he did, his heart would race and his throat would close up.
He wouldn't be able to think at all.
Not that his mind was doing a good job of thinking at the moment.
"Why did you leave so early?" came the question.
The voice was no longer harsh, nor loud.
It was soft and oddly curious.
Sou looked up and noticed Ichirou was an arm's length away now.
He'd stopped walking and was looking at Sou with his expressionless face, looking a bit curious.
"Wasn't it uncomfortable?" Sou asked, "Sitting there, talking and acting like nothing had happened?" he said.
His voice shook slightly as he spoke and he was sure the last bit sounded like he'd squeaked it out.
"Not particularly" Ichirou replied.
Sou's eyes drifted from Ichirou's to his shoes instead.
"It was for me" he admitted, "I could barely breathe" he said.
"I see" Ichirou said.
Sou glanced up and noticed Ichirou was still looking at him.
He held his gaze this time, despite his thumping heart and the sudden difficulty in breathing.
"Why didn't you just say so?" Ichirou said.
Sou frowned and felt his cheeks turn red with anger and embarrassment.
"Because men don't do things like that!" he said, feeling annoyed.
"Is that so?" Ichirou said, making Sou look up.
Sou frowned on seeing the expressionless face.
"I'm leaving" Sou informed, and started to walk away.
He brushed past Ichirou and walked towards the door before Ichirou could stop him.
"Tomorrow" Ichirou said, making Sou stop, "Let's eat in an empty classroom. I'll come pick you up"
Sou felt the blood rise to his cheeks and he walked away, without replying.
Maybe if he ignored him long enough, the man would stop bothering him so much.
That's all for now. Maybe I can write more later!