she was being watched. perhaps, not in a predatory way, but there was a pair of eyes baring a hole into her back for sure. a soft yet audible sigh escaped her as she nestled the bookmark between the current page of her book, closing it. and she casts a glance over the shoulder.
familiarity.
no, not the familiarity of recognizing a face. his scent, it is awfully identical to her’s. she seems... puzzled. curious. disturbed. her grip on the arm’s rest tightens as her inner chords of sanity are pulled and slapped against her skin. it stings. and then, it hits her. kaneki ken.
how long have they been staring at each other by now? she grimaces, tearing her gaze away from him shakily opening the book she has in hands. they could just not deal with this, both of them, and rize was giving him the option to just avoid her. how odd.
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