“I guess I don’t have a good excuse, then…” A sigh escaped her lips, her eyes still downcast. “At least you know I’m a girl, though…” She rubbed her wrist quietly, not really sure what else she could say to someone who didn’t seem like they really wanted her time. First he couldn’t remember her name, and he was always making fun of her, then he called her ugly! Just how much did he intent to play with her delicate feelings?
“H-Hey, Hanato-san, are you seriously crying?”
The tears were beginning to well up in her eyes, and it didn’t take long for him to take notice. She felt embarrassed when he did, too. Kobato wasn’t the sad type, and she wasn’t usually one to cry. But under the stress of classes lately, it only took one minor thing to push her over the edge. Nothing seemed to be going her way lately.
She sniffled and began to rub her eyes, while he scrambled to right what he had said before. At least he was making an effort, and this made Kobato feel a little bit better. She glanced up at him, the crude, nose-picking, lame joke-making teacher, blinking. “I… but… before, you said…”
"Oh? You're a girl? I was just guessing." He replied, trying to lighten the mood before the impending tears. Ah shit, shit, shit. Shocked that the girl was actually crying over what he said, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt. He was used to abrasive girls that could take a beating, so he wasn't too sure how to interact with her. He grated his teeth and stared at her with a strained expression.
With a sigh, he placed a hand on her head and looked the other way. "Oi, look, I was just kidding. I didn't think you'd actually cry," he said calmly, not seeing a reason to use sarcasm at this point.
Taking his hand off her head, he scratched the back of his head. "You're exhausting to be around." A small smile worked its way onto his face. He felt like he was dealing with a kid, but he didn't really mind.
