Kurama was not too fond of the beach. A lot of it had to do with the fact that, no matter what you did or didn’t do, you were very much likely to find sand in your shorts, in your shoes, and in your books even after two weeks. Apart from that, there was the lack of shade-- a much needed protection for his pale skin, but he was content to take shelter under an umbrella with a towel to sit on, a pair of sunglasses, and a copy of Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand.
It was a decent way to spend the time, he supposed. Students all around were running, enjoying themselves on the sand with a ball or two or a couple of sandcastles, others took to the water with boards or a couple of friends to splash around with.
New to town as he was, Kurama did not mind spending his time alone. In fact, he preferred it, but his mother was insistent and desperate for her son to go out, enjoy life, and make new friends, a feat that had been fruitless throughout his youth for one reason or another.
Using his beach pass as a bookmark, he set the large novel down. He could feel someone staring at him.
Turning to his right, he found his senses to be correct.
It would seem he wasn’t the only person content in their solitude, but there was definitely something unnerving about their penetrating gaze. Or rather... it wasn’t so much of a gaze as it was a glare, an attempt at intimidating the younger student.
Then it occurred to him that this man was probably trying to get him to leave the relatively quiet and underpopulated area, but Kurama quite liked his spot here and wasn’t about to leave it because someone was trying to shoot nasty glares his way.
Raising his sunglasses so that they sat atop his head, he stared back at the other with his piercing, green eyes, though Kurama’s expression was not quite a glare, but simply unamused with the other’s tactics.
They sat there, stubbornly holding each other’s gaze, for longer than most people usually did. It was striking, to say the least, how stubborn this guy was, and yet how unwilling he was to actually get up and say something or make Kurama move. The red-head, however, was stubborn in his own right and hadn’t exactly budged or said anything either.
Nevertheless, he would much rather be enjoying his book right now and if staring back at him wasn’t going to get this guy to back off, then Kurama knew he would have to try something else. He would have to unnerve him by some other way, or confuse him. Something to break the obvious concentration he was implementing in his attempt to scare the red-head away.
"For a moment, I thought we were experiencing 'love at first sight', but I've been waiting for the world to slow down and the violins to start playing and they haven't yet so do pardon me for staring."
