A chapter for the Saki's shippers. This chapter is for you.
As Kawasaki Saki descended the stairs, the morning sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow on her peach oversized t-shirt, gently accentuating its relaxed fit. The soft fabric swayed with each step she took, offering a sense of ease and comfort as she made her way to the kitchen.
Beneath the loose t-shirt, a delicate lacy bralette peeked out, adding a subtle touch of femininity to her casual ensemble. Its intricate patterns hinted at a hidden allure, a contrast to the casualness of her attire.
Her shorts, matching the color scheme, provided just the right amount of coverage, allowing her to move freely as she navigated the familiar paths of her home. Their loose and airy design echoed the carefree spirit of the lazy weekend morning.
With every step, her blue fuzzy socks hugged her feet, providing a soft cushion against the cool floor beneath. Their comforting warmth added an extra layer of coziness to her stroll, making each movement a gentle, soothing sensation.
As she reached the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted her, mingling with the scent of a lazy weekend morning. However, the storm of the morning just beginning.
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I entered the kitchen, intending to sit down when my mother called out to me.
"What are you doing? We have guests arriving any minute."
"I could just stay in my room," I replied.
"What you talking about? Taishi's senpai—no, that's not right. Komachi-chan's older brother, Hachiman, is coming over to help tutor you," Mother said.
As my mother dropped the bombshell about Hikigaya coming over to tutor me, my reaction was nothing short of comical and dramatic. My eyes widened to the size of saucers, and my mouth dropped open in sheer astonishment.
"Hachiman? Tutoring me?!" I exclaimed, my voice rising several octaves in disbelief.
My mother nodded with a smile, oblivious to my internal turmoil. "Yes, dear. Isn't it wonderful? Your brother says he's very intelligent and capable."
I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment as my mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts. Hikigaya, the object of my secret admiration, was going to be in my house, tutoring me of all things. The mere idea sent my heart into a frenzy of nervous fluttering.
Trying to regain my composure, I flashed a strained smile at my mother. "Oh, um, that's... great," I stammered, my voice barely above a squeak.
But inside, my mind was in chaos. I couldn't believe my luck—or was it misfortune? The thought of facing Hachiman, the object of my affection, in such close quarters was both exhilarating and terrifying.
As the doorbell rang, signaling Hikigaya Hachiman's arrival, my heart skipped a beat. Panic surged through my veins as I realized I was still clad in my peach oversized t-shirt, shorts, lacy bralette, and blue fuzzy socks—the epitome of casual loungewear.
Glancing down at my outfit, I let out a yelp of dismay, my cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment. Without a moment's hesitation, I turned on my heel and bolted back to my room, my fuzzy socks padding softly against the floor with each hurried step.
Once safely inside my room, I frantically rummaged through my wardrobe, searching for something more presentable to wear in front of Hikigaya. My heart pounded in my chest as I rifled through my clothes, my mind racing with thoughts of how I must appear in his eyes.
Finally, I found a cute yet casual outfit—a flowy blouse paired with jeans—that I hoped would make a better impression. Hastily changing into the new outfit, I also spared a moment to quickly brush my fingers through my disheveled hair. With a few deft movements, I managed to tame the unruly strands into a loose ponytail, allowing wisps of hair to frame my face in a casually charming manner.
With my appearance somewhat tidied up, I felt a renewed sense of confidence as I prepared to face Hikigaya once more. Taking one last glance in the mirror to ensure everything was in place, I straightened my posture and headed back downstairs, ready to confront the unexpected tutoring session with newfound determination and poise.
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As I descended the stairs once again, I plastered on a smile and greeted Hikigaya with what I hoped was an air of nonchalance, attempting to play it cool despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
"Hey, Hikigaya," I said, my voice slightly higher pitched than usual, betraying my nerves. "Thanks for coming over to tutor me."
Hikigaya nodded in acknowledgment, offering a small smile in return. "Yo! No problem. Let's get started then."
But before we could proceed further, my mother spoke up. "Saki, why did you change your clothes? I thought you were already dressed for the day."
My heart skipped a beat as I desperately tried to think of a plausible explanation. However, before I could respond, I quickly interjected, hoping to divert my mother's attention elsewhere.
"Oh, it's nothing, Mom," I said with forced casualness, flashing a quick smile. "Just felt like changing, you know? Anyway, let's not keep Hikigaya waiting. We have studying to do."
My mother seemed momentarily taken aback by my abruptness but ultimately shrugged it off, turning her attention back to her tasks in the kitchen.
As the tension dissipated, I breathed a silent sigh of relief, grateful that my impromptu wardrobe change hadn't raised any further questions.
With a newfound resolve, I turned to Hikigaya. Suppressing the nervous flutter in my stomach, I mustered all the bravado I could and casually extended the invitation to Hikigaya.
"You know what, let's just head up to my room. It's quieter there," I said, my tone trying to exude an air of nonchalance.
Hikigaya nodded in agreement, and we started making our way towards the staircase. I offered him to go first. However, just as we began to ascend, my mother couldn't contain her amusement any longer.
"Wait a minute, Saki," my mother chuckled, a playful glint in her eyes. "Are you forgetting something? Hachiman has never been to our house before."
I froze mid-step, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment as the realization washed over me. How could I have been so careless? But before I could utter a word, my mother's laughter filled the air, light and teasing.
"Oh, Mom," I muttered, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "Right, sorry about that, Hikigaya. Let me show you the way."
With a sheepish smile, I guided Hikigaya toward my room, my heart pounding with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation. Despite my slip-up, I was determined to maintain my cool façade in front of Hikigaya, even if it meant enduring my mother's teasing laughter along the way.
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As I watched Hikigaya settle into my room, a wave of emotions washed over me, tingling with a newfound sense of excitement and nervousness. I found myself captivated by the way he effortlessly made himself at home, his presence filling the space with an inexplicable warmth.
With each movement he made, from the casual way he crossed his legs to the subtle tilt of his head as he listened intently, I felt my heart swell with an indescribable longing. It was as if every gesture, every breath he took, held the promise of something magical—a connection waiting to be explored.
My gaze lingered on him, drinking in the sight of him in my personal sanctuary, his features bathed in the soft glow of my room. I marveled at the way the light played across his face, casting shadows that danced in the corners of my vision as if trying to capture the essence of his enigmatic presence.
At that moment, I couldn't deny the fluttering of butterflies in my stomach, and the quickening of my pulse as I found myself falling deeper under his spell. I longed to reach out, to touch him, to bridge the gap that separated us, and explore the depths of the emotions swirling within me.
But as I sat there, spellbound by his mere presence...
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We sat across from each other in my cozy bedroom, textbooks, and notebooks spread out between us. Despite the initial awkwardness of the situation, we quickly fell into a rhythm of studying, the occasional question or clarification breaking the silence that hung between us.
As we delved into the complexities of our subjects, I found myself admiring Hikigaya's intellect and insight. His explanations were clear and concise, and his understanding of the material was evident in the way he effortlessly tackled each problem we encountered. I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him, a newfound appreciation for the depth of his knowledge.
As the hour wore on, our initial apprehension gave way to a comfortable familiarity, the awkwardness of our earlier interactions fading into the background. We exchanged the occasional joke or playful banter, laughter bubbling up between us as we navigated the challenges of our studies together.
But as the clock ticked toward the end of our study session, I couldn't ignore the growing sense of anticipation building within me. With each passing moment, I found myself stealing glances at Hikigaya, my heart racing at the thought of what might come next.
Finally, as the hour drew to a close, I suggested we take a quick break to recharge before diving back into our studies. Hikigaya agreed, and we both took a moment to stretch and relax, the tension of the past hour melting away in the warmth of our shared laughter.
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As Hikigaya excused himself to use the restroom, I nodded and gestured down the hall, providing him with directions. Alone in my room, I took the opportunity to stand up and stretch, feeling the tension in my muscles ease with each movement.
As I leaned to my side, my hand brushed against something soft and unfamiliar under my pillow. Curiosity piqued, I reached out and grasped the object, my heart skipping a beat as I realized what it was.
A shocked gasp escaped my lips as I held the delicate fabric in my hand, my cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment. How had my lacy panty ended up here, in plain sight for anyone to see? Panic surged through my veins as I frantically glanced around the room, my mind racing with possibilities.
The world seemed to slow down around me as the weight of the situation sank in. What if Hikigaya had already seen it? What would he think of me now? The thought made my stomach churn with unease, my mind spinning with a whirlwind of emotions.
With a shaky breath, I attempted to compose myself, my heart pounding in my chest as I contemplated my next move. Should I hide the evidence and pretend like nothing had happened? Or should I confront the situation head-on and face whatever consequences awaited me?
As the seconds ticked by, my emotions threatened to overwhelm me, a mix of embarrassment, anxiety, and uncertainty swirling within me. With a yelp of frustration, I made a split-second decision and stuffed my panty back under my pillow, hoping against hope that Hikigaya hadn't noticed anything amiss.
But deep down, I couldn't shake the sinking feeling that my secret had been discovered and that my carefully constructed facade of composure was on the verge of crumbling before my very eyes.
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As Hikigaya returned from the restroom with my mother in tow, the scent of lunch wafted through the air, signaling that it was time to break from our studies. My mother smiled warmly, announcing that lunch was ready and inviting us to join her and Keika at the dining table.
I nodded in acknowledgment, grateful for the interruption that provided a welcome respite from the tension of the previous hour. I followed Hikigaya and my mother to the dining room, where my little sister, Keika awaited them eagerly, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her older sister and their guest.
As we settled into our seats, Keika made a beeline for Hikigaya, plopping down beside him with a wide grin. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the sight of my younger sister vying for Hikigaya's attention, but I pushed aside the feeling, determined not to let it dampen the mood.
Throughout the meal, my eyes drifted over to Hikigaya and Keika, observing their interactions with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. I watched as Hikigaya patiently helped Keika clean her face of food, his gestures gentle and kind, his demeanor warm and attentive.
A flicker of surprise crossed my features as I observed Hikigaya's interactions with my little sister. I had always known him to be aloof and reserved, but seeing him interact with Keika in such a caring and compassionate manner caught me off guard.
Despite myself, I couldn't help but feel a swell of admiration for Hikigaya, my heart warming at the sight of him bonding with my sister. I found myself smiling at the unexpected turn of events, a sense of gratitude washing over me as I realized that perhaps there was more to Hikigaya than met the eye.
As lunch drew to a close, my gaze lingered on Hikigaya, a newfound sense of appreciation and affection blossoming within me. As I watched him bid farewell to Keika with a fond smile, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that perhaps this unexpected encounter had opened the door to a deeper connection between us—one that went beyond the confines of our tutoring session and into the realm of possibility.
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As we continued with our tutoring session, Hikigaya began to offer me pointers on Japanese classic literature, his expertise shining through as he explained the intricacies of the texts we were studying. I listened intently, soaking up his words with a newfound appreciation for the subject matter.
As we delved deeper into our studies, Keika entered the room, her presence momentarily distracting me from the task at hand. At first, Keika was quiet, and content to play with her toys in the corner of the room while Hikigaya and I continued our lesson.
However, as time passed, Keika's playful antics grew louder, her laughter and chatter filling the room with a lively energy. I couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration at the disruption, but I remained focused on the task at hand, determined not to let my sister's antics derail our progress.
But the final straw came when I glanced over to see Keika rummaging through Hikigaya's backpack, her curiosity getting the better of her as she explored the contents within. My heart skipped a beat as I realized the potential for disaster, my mind racing with thoughts of what Keika might uncover.
With a resigned sigh, I gently intervened, guiding Keika away from Hikigaya's belongings and offering her a distraction to occupy her attention elsewhere. As Keika protested, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt wash over me, knowing that my sister's behavior had disrupted our tutoring session and potentially inconvenienced Hikigaya.
Turning to Hikigaya with an apologetic smile, I offered my sincerest apologies for the interruption, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, Hikigaya," I said, my voice tinged with regret. "I didn't mean for Keika to cause such a disturbance. I hope it hasn't been too much of a bother."
As my words of apology hung in the air, I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt gnawing at me. I longed to make amends for the disruption Keika had caused during our tutoring session, desperate for Hikigaya's forgiveness.
My heart pounding with nervous anticipation, I looked up at Hikigaya, my eyes pleading for understanding. To my surprise, instead of scolding me or expressing frustration, Hikigaya's expression softened, his usual stoic demeanor giving way to a gentle warmth.
Without a word, Hikigaya reached out and gently petted my head, his touch light and comforting. My breath caught in my throat as a shiver of electricity shot through me, my heart fluttering wildly in my chest at the unexpected gesture from my crush.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as I basked in the warmth of Hikigaya's touch, my senses heightened as I savored the sensation of his fingers brushing against my hair. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes, conveying a sense of reassurance and acceptance that melted away my worries and fears.
As Hikigaya withdrew his hand, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, a pang of longing stirring within me at the absence of his touch. I longed to linger in that moment forever, to savor the fleeting connection between us that transcended the boundaries of mere acquaintanceship.
With a shy smile, I thanked Hikigaya for his forgiveness, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the vulnerability I had revealed in that brief exchange. As we returned to our studies, I couldn't shake the lingering warmth of Hikigaya's touch.
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As we resumed our studies, we found ourselves once again engrossed in the intricacies of our academic pursuits. With Keika now fast asleep on my bed, the room was filled with a peaceful quietude, broken only by the occasional rustle of papers or soft murmurs of conversation.
Suddenly, there came a gentle knock on the door, and my mother peeked in with a warm smile. She informed us that she would be heading out to pick up some refreshments for us at the store, ensuring we were well taken care of during our study session.
Before leaving, however, my mother motioned her daughter to come over and leaned in to whisper something into my ear. The color drained from my face as her words registered, my eyes widening in disbelief at the implied meaning behind the whispered message.
"No inappropriate relations while I'm out," my mother murmured, her tone laced with a mixture of amusement and warning.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment at my mother's not-so-subtle reminder, my mind reeling with the implications of what I had just been told. The idea that my mother suspected anything untoward happening between Hikigaya and me sent a wave of mortification crashing over me, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.
With a hurried nod and a muttered assurance, I watched as my mother left the room, the weight of her words lingering in the air like a heavy shroud. I couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that settled in the pit of my stomach, the realization dawning on me that my secret crush on Hikigaya may not be as well hidden as I had hoped.
As I turned back to my studies, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Hikigaya, my cheeks still burning with embarrassment. I prayed that he hadn't overheard my mother's warning, fearing the awkwardness that would surely follow if he had.
My focus sharpened on the textbooks spread out before me on the table. However, in my distraction, I failed to notice Keika's toy block lying innocuously on the floor. With an unsuspecting step, my foot collided with the sharp edge of the toy, sending a sharp jolt of pain shooting up my leg.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed, reflexively lifting my injured foot to soothe the throbbing pain. But in my haste, I misjudged the distance of the table.
Hikigaya, sensing my imminent fall, reached out instinctively to catch me. But in the chaotic flurry of movement, our bodies collided, sending us both tumbling to the ground in a tangle of limbs and textbooks.
Now, I found myself sprawled atop Hikigaya, my hands braced against his chest to steady myself. Our faces mere inches apart, I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, our bodies pressed together in an unintentional embrace. His damn hand is under my blouse, giving him free rein to grope my chest. As I thought about it, I felt it. He just squeezed my left breast.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I registered our current position, my heart racing with a mix of embarrassment and adrenaline. I could feel the weight of Hikigaya beneath me, his steady presence grounding me amid the chaos.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as we lay there, locked in an awkward yet strangely intimate embrace. And as I met Hikigaya's gaze, I couldn't help but wonder what thoughts were running through his mind at that moment, and what this unexpected encounter might mean for the two of us moving forward.
As the realization of our current position dawned on me, a whirlwind of emotions surged within me. With cheeks burning bright with embarrassment, I could feel the overwhelming urge to escape the awkwardness of the situation. In a desperate attempt to hide my mortification, I let out a strangled noise of frustration and embarrassment before instinctively burying my face into Hikigaya's chest.
The sudden weight on top of him caused Hikigaya to let out an involuntary grunt of pain, the impact of my head meeting his chest sending a shockwave of discomfort through his body. Despite the discomfort, Hikigaya remained still, unsure of how to react to the unexpected turn of events.
For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the sound of our breathing and the faint rustle of clothing. I remained frozen, my face still buried in Hikigaya's chest, my heart pounding with a mixture of embarrassment and anxiety. Then I felt Hikigaya's hand remove itself from my breast. I felt his hand on my waist. Both of his warm hands on my waist just cause me to feel embarrassed, I hope he doesn't think I have a floppy waist. If I knew this might have happened I would have added a healthier diet and exercise routine to my schedule.
Slowly, tentatively, I raised my head, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I met Hikigaya's gaze. Our eyes locked for a brief moment, and in that fleeting exchange, I could see a hint of amusement flicker in Hikigaya's eyes—a silent acknowledgment of the absurdity of our situation.
With a sheepish smile, I offered a mumbled apology, my voice barely above a whisper. "Sorry," I murmured, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to... um... headbutt you."
Hikigaya offered a small nod in response, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "No harm done," he replied, his voice laced with amusement despite the lingering discomfort. "Just be more careful next time."
Relief flooded through me as I pulled away from Hikigaya, the weight of embarrassment slowly lifting from my shoulders. And as we untangled ourselves from our impromptu embrace.
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As my mother returned from the store with refreshments, she immediately sensed the tension in the air upon entering the room. Setting down the refreshments on the table, she glanced between us, her brow furrowing in concern.
"What happened here?" she inquired, her voice tinged with worry.
A flush of embarrassment crept up my neck as I exchanged a glance with Hikigaya. "Uh, nothing, Mom," I replied hastily, my words rushed and unconvincing.
But before my mother could press further, I interjected with a forced laugh, attempting to diffuse the awkwardness. "Just a little accident, that's all. Nothing to worry about."
My mother regarded me, her daughter with a knowing look, but wisely chose not to pry any further. With a resigned sigh, she turned around and left the room, her departure punctuated by a parting remark that sent a chill down my spine.
"I don't want to be a grandmother too early," she quipped, her words hanging in the air like a weighty reminder of the situation at hand.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I turned to Hikigaya, who mirrored my discomfort with a sheepish expression. The implication of my mother's remark hung heavy between us, casting a shadow over our already awkward encounter.
For a moment, neither Hikigaya nor I dared to meet each other's gaze, the weight of our embarrassment palpable in the air. As we returned to our studies, the memory of my mother's remark lingered in the back of our minds, serving as a constant reminder of the precariousness of our situation.
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As dinner approached and our tutoring session came to an end, Hikigaya began to gather his belongings, preparing to depart from my house. With a slight furrow of confusion marring his brow, he unzipped his backpack, only to quickly snap it shut with a startled expression, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
I, sensing his discomfort, couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern. "What's wrong, Hikigaya?" I asked, my voice laced with unease.
Without a word, Hikigaya opened his backpack once more and revealed its contents to me. My eyes widened in horror as I caught sight of the pink lace panty nestled in his empty bag, a sickening realization dawning upon me.
With a gasp of disbelief, my mind raced back to the moment when Keika had been rummaging through Hikigaya's backpack earlier in the day. It must have been my sister's doing, I realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
The implications of the situation were too much for me to bear, and with a strangled cry of embarrassment and frustration, I let out a scream, my cheeks burning with shame at the thought of Hikigaya discovering my intimate garment in his possession.
Hikigaya, taken aback by my reaction, could only watch in confusion and concern as I struggled to come to terms with the shocking revelation. As the weight of the situation settled over us like a heavy shroud, I couldn't help but wonder how we would ever recover from this embarrassing and mortifying ordeal.
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As Hikigaya turned around to bid me goodbye, my heart raced with a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty. I watched him with a sense of trepidation, unsure of how to navigate the awkwardness that hung heavy in the air between us.
But as I took a step forward, intending to close the door behind Hikigaya, fate intervened in the most unexpected of ways. My slippered foot lost traction on the step, sending me stumbling forward with a startled gasp.
Before I could even register what was happening, Hikigaya's quick reflexes kicked in, his arms reaching out to catch me as I fell. Our bodies collided in a flurry of movement, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still.
With a gasp of surprise, I found myself leaning into Hikigaya's chest, my body instinctively seeking refuge in his arms. My heart hammered in my chest as I felt the warmth of his body against mine, a rush of emotions flooding my senses in the wake of our unexpected closeness.
The sensation of my lips against his skin sent a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins, my pulse quickening with the intensity of the moment.
As I pulled away, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and my heart racing with adrenaline, I met Hikigaya's gaze with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.
I close the door behind him, and I collapse to the floor on all fours. I cried out, "Damn you god! I want a redo. Why can't it be on the lips?"
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As I sat down to dinner with my family, my mind still reeling from the events of the day, I found myself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Across the table, Keika chattered excitedly about her day, regaling our mother with tales of her adventures and mischief.
But my attention was elsewhere, my thoughts consumed by the memory of my impromptu kiss with Hikigaya. I replayed the moment in my mind over and over again, savoring the rush of adrenaline and emotion that had accompanied our unexpected embrace.
Lost in my reverie, I scarcely noticed the conversation unfolding around me, my gaze distant as I absently picked at my food. It wasn't until Keika dropped a bombshell that I was jolted back to reality with a start.
"When I woke up from my nap, I saw Sai-chan and Haa-chan hugging!" Keika exclaimed, her eyes wide with innocence as she recounted the scene she had witnessed earlier that afternoon.
My heart skipped a beat as my sister's words echoed in my ears, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the implication of Keika's observation. Before I could even begin to formulate a response, our mother's voice cut through the air like a knife, her tone stern and disapproving.
"What's this about you and Hachiman hugging, Saki?" our mother demanded, her eyes narrowing in suspicion as she fixed her daughter with a pointed stare.
I stammered, my mind racing to find the right words to explain the situation. But before I could utter a single word, my mother's expression softened, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and understanding.
"Saki, I know you're growing up and exploring new feelings," my mother said gently, her voice tinged with maternal warmth. "But remember, there's a time and a place for everything. Just be careful, okay?"
I nodded, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I silently vowed to tread more cautiously in the future. As I returned my attention to my dinner, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for my family's unwavering support, even amid our occasional misunderstandings.