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Haruka smiled slightly, and nodded, sitting up, “w-well… I-I guess so…” he bowed his head, “it is very nice though…” he admitted, he scratched the back of his head, blinking nervously, “I just didn’t get a lot of sleep… and its not like they make that much nose in the morning anyway.” he said, motioning towards the other students, and there was a nice breeze coming in, that also relaxed him. He never intended to stare, it was just something he did uncontrollably, but he knew if he said something like that they would think he was some sort of creep… not that they didn’t already…

Haruka found himself staring at Takeru again, curiosity peeked as he saw the tattoos, wondering if they meant something but refusing to ask. He sighed, he had so many questions he almost felt compelled to ask them, but he wasn’t sure if his, mostly ridiculous, questions would annoy Takaru. Though he was sure he’d either be laughed at or brushed off, he kindly didn’t waste the other mans time.
“something wrong?” he asked, his voice had softened, no longer filled with panic, “with your hand I mean…” he put in, tipping his head slightly to the side.

Haruka intently feel silent, fighting? He thought to himself, he personally despised fighting, and for good reason. He turned away, “oh… I see…” was all he could say, suddenly he no longer wanted to speak, just sit and listen to the wind as it blew by. He felt bad for it, Takeru hadn’t done anything to deserve being ignored, he may even have a good reason for fighting, self-defense maybe? He looked back, forcing himself to speak, “you sure its okay? Maybe you should have someone look at it?” he suggested, not bring up the fact that he was training in medical-care, to hopefully become a doctor when he was older, and could do so himself, saving Takeru the time and effort it was to go to the nurses office.

Haruka paused at his metaphor, and smiled, “oh… I get it now.” he replied, wondering what these ‘gloves’ looked like, were they just normal gloves? He paused, then turned and dug through his bag, pulling out his gray knitted gloves, and wondered if those would help. Then sighed at how silly he was being, its not like Takeru would use them anyway. He was probably thinking of the wrong kind of gloves anyway, he raised an eyebrow, leather gloves maybe? He pondered, staring at his small gloves, then sighed, glancing over at Takeru.

Haruka stared down at his hands, small and girly described them perfectly, he sighed, “sorry…” he replied, bowing his head, then paused, wondering exactly how much larger Takerus hands were than his, “if you wear them long enough, they’ll stretch to fit your hands.” he smiled, glad he made them that way, “then you can toss them in the dryer to shrink them again.” he chuckled, thinking of the time he once put his old pair in too long. They had become the size of a baby’s hands, they were actually really cute. He blinked and snapped out of thought, turning back to Takeru, they look cute on him, very cute.... He blinked again, where did that thought come from? he shook his head, there was definitely something wrong with him today.

Haruka took the gloves back, silently nodding his head, I was only trying to help… he thought to himself, putting the gloves back into his backpack, ignoring the wave of emotion that came off them as he took them. He didn’t understand why, but he felt like making Takeru a pair of his own, though he knew there was no point to it. He glanced at the door, wondering again what was keeping the teacher. He looked down at the ground, feeling out of place, he was terrible at keeping a conversation. Even small talk was difficult, his father once told him that the only reason he was in an all male school, was that it would be easer to deal with kids his age. He could tell it was a lie, even without his empathy. He sighed, he hates me… he thought to himself, then turned back to Takeru.