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Harukas head snapped over at Takeru, and he blushed, scratching his head, “w-well… its not like I’ve talked to anyone … ever… so … no, not really…” he replied, staring down at the ground in front of him and hugging his knees to his chest, “Y-You?” he asked, slowly looking over towards Takeru, still a bit frazzled at his question. He bit at the inside of his lip, what kind of reply was that?! Agh! Stupid! He bowed his head, still blushing, and why am I blushing?! Its not like it was a personal question, he was just trying to start a conversation…

Haruka paused and looked over at him, his ears straight up, “really? You kinda come off as the type who’s gone out with lots of people…” he said, though he was only trying to be funny, he soon regretted his attempt at a joke, “that came out wrong…. Sorry…” he said quickly, pinning his ears back, “what I meant was…” he stopped, what did I mean anyway? he blinked, and smacked his forehead on his palm, “um…” he sighed, then gave up on trying to think of a good answer, and just smiled.

Haruka winced as Takerus hand touched his forehead, then smiled at him, “I’ll tell you if I find one, but only if you let me know if you ever find someone who likes shy bookworms who spend all their time running away from everyone!” he replied, and chuckled, hugging his knees again as he watched as Takeru laid down, still smiling at him. Along with being empathic, and always fantasizing over the ocean… he thought sarcastically to himself, resting his head on his knees.

Haruka paused, and blinked for a moment, “n-no… not really…” he replied, his voice was small and quiet, but honest, he looked over at Takeru, afraid to ask, but swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself to speak, “Y-yourself?” he asked, cursing his stutter, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the breeze, trying to remain calm.

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Harukas expression softened, his eyes opened, and he smiled slightly, “your right…” he said, completely calm, he closed his eyes again, understanding it completely. He looked over at his watch, and sighed, still worried about getting yelled at. Though it shouldn’t matter at this point, the first class was almost over, meaning he had about twenty minutes until he had to run back and make it to lunch and second class. Though he never ate in the cafeteria anyway, he normally ate on the roof. It was much quieter there anyway.

Haruka opened his eyes and looked over when he heard Takeru snore, and sighed, I really AM that boring…!! He thought grimly to himself, slamming his palm into his forehead, and almost crying, he looked over at Takeru, and stared, wow… he looks so… well… peaceful… he thought to himself, surprising, I thought he probably killed things in his sleep too… or didn’t sleep at all . He smiled to himself, glancing at his watch again. Only ten minutes… he looked back over at the sleeping Takeru, I’ll let him sleep until then I guess… he returned to his comfortable position and closed his eyes, continuing to beat himself up over not saying anything.

Haruka winced as Takeru came in contact with his legs, and froze, staring wide eyed down at Takeru, afraid of moving and waking him up. He sat there, and continued to stared at him, his ears straight up, waiting for him to move away or let go. He glanced at his watch without turning his head, then raised a questionable eyebrow at him, wondering how long he intended to sleep. Does he normally hug things in his sleep? He pondered, tipping his head, he smiled, and blushed, he's actually really kinda cute… he though, then his eyes narrowed on him, until he opens his mouth and starts talking about beating things up… he looked away from him, trying to think of something else.

Haruka crossed his arms, and tipped his head, raising an eyebrow, “you were hugging my legs, an I didn’t want to wake you up…” he corrected, shaking his head, “and I would’ve woken you up first anyway.” he said, smiling slightly as he stood up, “though I am heading back now…, are you coming?” he asked politely, holding out his hand in an offer to help him up.