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Kiaki leaned back in his chair, not for comfort but so that he could watch Amaia from the corner of his eye. Oddly, seeing her this way sent a twinge of guilt through him. He frowned slightly and furrowed his brow. As much as he hated seeing her like that, he hated this new feeling, though he was unsure whether or not he hated her for making him feel this way. He spoke in a whisper through gritted teeth, a whisper only loud enough for him "I'm sorry... Truly..." His apology came with a hint of anger, though it was unknown what exactly he was mad at.
He sighed softly and pushed his frown away before standing up. "Goddammit... I just... " He shook his head and stood, moving from his desk and stepping over to the desk behind Amaia's. He sat down and spoke, this time his voice held an odd softness to it. Unlike the previous harsh tone he had used with her or the rather cold one utilized when addressing the teacher. "I'd like to... Work with you... And... I'm..." He sneered a bit to himself and looked away. "We can work together... And do this..."
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