「 10 」within the sights
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Skirting the outdoor pathways of the academy, Hinata's gait carried him soundlessly across the concrete slabs with a subconscious lightness placed to his steps. A substantial number of other students could be seen milling about, moving on their own ways, or clumping in groups to chatter in their unoccupied time but the long haired male did not move to interact with anyone for the moment. His hands only hung by his sides as he gazed ahead before beginning to migrate to his pockets for a mild slouch.
Peaceful? Yes. Uninteresting? Also unfortunately yes. Nothing at all of note had occurred throughout the day to capture Hinata's attention and, as tended to be common, it began to grate on his chilled nerves. There was nothing at all to remedy his idleness besides this nonsensical strolling and, so, his wandering eyes soon drew forwards once more to settle upon another figure on the path.
Approaching another, in contrast to other things, was far from something he did often but his own version of drastic circumstances did certainly call for personally drastic measures. ". . .hello," He began once the proximity was near enough to halt and leveled ruby tinted irises onto the other as if centering his attention in the form of locked crosshairs.
