Woo Inigo woOooo “Waitwaitwait, what—what are you doing?” I didn’t pull away because he was holding my hand, but I managed to slow him down just a bit because Inigo was pulling me towards Fuji’s front door. “We—I can’t come /here/.” He glanced back at me—a grin on his face—which made me stop because he never smiled. “Please?” And then he pulled me onto the porch and rang the doorbell. I physically cringed. Both of them opened the door—Corrupt in front of Fuji, but Fuji just a few feet behind. I could see as Corrupt recoiled just slightly, but he was good at covering it. Just a twitch of his cheek, a shift of his feet. But he didn’t hide his confusion, raising one eyebrow skeptically. Fuji just looked startled. I shivered and pulled my flannel over my chest, which just made it look odd. I was shaking. And then Fuji gave a little smile and took the door from Corrupt, opening it a bit wider. Inigo let go of me and stepped in, tugging at my sleeve for me to follow and forcing me to walk in as well. I stood there in the corner of the hallway as Corrupt closed the door and visibly stared at me. I occupied myself by watching as Fuji gave Inigo a little shoulder squeeze. “I thought I told you that you can just walk in. You know you don’t need to knock.” Inigo’s smile faltered. “Sorry, Fuji.” I wondered if I should take my shoes off. I wanted to be polite, but I wanted to be polite in both a general sense and to them specifically. I told myself not to look at him. I told myself not to look over. I told myself not to turn my head. I turned my head to look over at him and just smiled awkwardly. He sighed and returned the smile. His social-mode was obviously better than mine. ××× “Hey.” Fuji gave me a little smile as he sat down, warmth following the air behind him. I grinned back, both because it’s polite and because my face just did it instinctively. “Morning.” Leaning back a little, I ended up yawning. I was at their house until late last night. Maybe eleven or so. “Please tell me you got some sort of sleep.” Fuji laughed, resting his arms on his desk. “Only partially. Not much.” I gave a little sigh though I was still smiling, sitting back up straight right as the bell rang. The entire class shifted, textbooks opening, pencils scrawling in names. I did the same, though I was still smiling. “Math. Good luck.” I could just see him nod. “Good luck to you, too.”
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