Aika her eyeshad casted on the other girl again as she spoke first instead of getting the drinks first and then telling about her skills as she had suggested. She wondered if she was dumbwitted or just was that of a mess right now, for reasons that could vary. She kept on followinf her movements with her eyes and placed an elbow on the the table with a sigh, resting her head on her hand as she watched the girl drop the coins. Sure made her question how she could afford hiring Aika if she literally threw her money around like that. Aika had quickly taken note of the girls chewed up lip, though her stuttering and nervous movements had been evident to her from the beginning. She wasn’t at all surprised to see her nerves pushing her to this extent. The fact that she was avoiding her gaze made it even more clear, she definitely had a problem with other people and especially strong-willed ones like Aika. The kind of girl who can’t say no well and who worries about every little thing especially when it comes to others their opinons. She screwed off the cap while she finally let her gaze shift away, she had figured the girl out. She took a sip and kept her eyes away from the girl and instead in front of her, watching some other people, and then started in Japanese again. “Stop worrying, it’s fine. Pay some more attention though.” She kept her sentences short to not make things to difficult for Jinxin and decided to test these conversational skills by bringing up a random, typical educational, topic. “Have you ever been to Tokyo?”
Her skin crawled like there were insects beneath her translucent skin, it made her want to rip off every facet of her superficial self and toss it into the wind because honestly how could she take any more of this? Aika’s personality was too brusque, too dominant, she was that huge mountain when she’d barely gotten over the hill that was normal people. It wasn’t far-fetched to proclaim that Jinxin was absolutely terrified, her blood ignited in her vessels and made her want to die, over and over. She wanted to just hide into her bed, and the linen sheets. The scent of fresh laundry sinking into her skin. That was all that Jinxin wanted, but she was paying for this goddamned lesson. Frankly, there was a part of her that needed to be pushed until she snapped.
As soon as her tutor’s gaze settled away from them, the art student visibly relaxed as if a string freed of the tension. It was then that Jinxin realised she might have seriously lost her hold on her sanity from such a meagre interaction. Once again, she questioned how she became to be like this. A hurricane beneath a exterior of a walking-human-meltdown. Even while the tensity dissipated from her features, or at the least, withdrew Jinxin wished with all her might that she’d be able to hold it together the next time Aika’s fiery gaze fell upon her again. “N-no.” She shook her head, and bit her lip, wincing in pain as blunt incisors drew more blood into her mouth. Bad move, Jinxin, bad fucking move. “I-I’ve been to a small country town when I was y-younger.” But she can’t remember where it was, or what the name was, either. Her fingers fiddled with a ball-point pen, and for some reason her anxiety began to rekindle.
How many times of shaking, of Jinxin’s squealing in unadulterated fear could Aika take until she exploded?
