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Misao did not expect to encounter him at the Aoiya's library, as she had planned on avoiding him – and had succeeded all day. She had been looking for a book, hopefully a book that helped people out of their situations no matter what they be (wishful thinking, she knew). As she rounded the corner – from one bookshelf to the next, he was standing right there.
She gasped and stepped backwards, avoiding his eyes. "Eheheh! Aoshi-sama! Library's a nice place, huh?" her grin was less than convincing. "…Yeah, so I'm gonna just-" she tried to leave, yet at one word from him she stayed. Hm, well that just proves I'm pathetically in love with him, she thought dryly.
"Misao."
She turned around and tried to smile, still refusing to look at him. "Hm? What is it, Aoshi-sama?"
"…I apologize."
The corner of Misao's smiling mouth twitched, as did a vein in the side of her head. Her laugh was definitely fake now. "Ahahaha! Don't mention it…!" With that, she turned, walking out of the library at a dignified (but fast) pace.
Left in the library, Aoshi thought about how that was probably the wrong thing to say, judging by her reaction.