You switched the basket to your other hand. Scratching your head, you scanned him from head to toe. The senior was a head or two taller than you, with a slender build. He had his brown book bag tucked under his arm and you stared into his grey eyes.
"Do I know you?" Your cautious tone made the teen chuckle.
He shook his head. "Probably not. It's alright though, we're bound to bump into each other in the hallways anyway."
He really looks like a shoujo manga protagonist... How on earth does he have such defined features?! Does god play favourites??
You snapped out of your thoughts to nod. "Well thanks for helping me get this." You placed the packet in your basket.
He gave you a lidded eye smile before walking away. You went to the counter to pay for your purchases afterwards. Owson's automatic doors slid open and you walked out, plastic bags in hand. The weight could have easily measured up to a few kilograms.
As you strolled down the sidewalk, you fumbled for your Identification Card (IC). The item was in your book bag, which you tucked under your armpit. The bags on your wrists were bound to leave marks. Nearing the bus stop, you noticed your ride in the distance.
"Need some help?" Shiny blonde hair contrasted with your [vibrant/dull (h/c)] one. The boy from earlier had his head hovering over your shoulder.
You drew an amused laugh from him when you reeled back with a squeak. "W-When did you get here?!"
"Aww, did I scare you?" He grinned, lifting his straw to his lips. Taking a sip of his banana milk, he gently took a few bags from you. "Even from afar I could see you struggling, y'know."
"What? Really?!" Your face was steaming. Screeching of tyres drew your attention.
You quickly hurried over and tapped your IC, the high school senior following suit. As you settled into a seat, the boy with steely grey eyes joined you.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you but I'm on my way home..." You started as you placed the bags on your lap. You tried to take them from his grasp but he settled the Owson branded bags on his thighs.
He ran his fingers through his side swept bangs. "It's quite alright. A few hundred yen in exchange to accompany a cute girl home is quite the bargain." A charismatic smile graced his features and your face heated up. Again.
Turning away to hide your expression, you resisted the temptation to jump into a tank of ice cold water. How bold... This guy probably eats three bowls of confidence a day!
Wow, is this kid for real?! This bastard's a smooth talker... But something's not right here, (y/n)! This guy... he gives off a different vibe from other ordinary students-
Oh quit it. I'm not like other students anyway! You mentally locked the voice in a soundproof box. Said owner of the shrieks tormented the box and tossed around in it.
Throwing the key away, you shyly admitted, "Now that I think about it, I don't think I know your name."
"Ah, I'm ¹Tachibana Yukio. It's a pleasure to meet you...?"
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