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Was that supposed to be directed at her? Without a doubt, Seri would’ve still turned her head at the sight, but only as a result of what had first caught her eye.
”What—?” she asks airily, breath light and yet still steady. Turning on the heels of her feet to face the source of voice which had reached her, Seri took a moment to let her eyes adjust, letting them widen and then fall back to their usual state — one where she didn’t look as if she was terrified to the core.
And as soon as her gaze had hit the man’s, she felt her forehead go hot in both embarrassment and slight confusion. It was that teenage guy, one whom she’d been hearing about only just recently for his stupidity and thoughtlessness; the so-called “bad boy”. In reality, he had always just seemed like an idiot to her, and she wasn’t too keen on feeling pity for him when she had analyzed his state.
He was hunched over on a park bench, perhaps because of a stomach ache, or simply because he was in a bit of a depressed mood; either way, he looked like a mess — not at all what she might’ve expected for someone with his specific reputation.
It was then that Seri had the chance to repeat herself, this time with more confidence — only to reassure herself and the man hunched over on the bench, that it was him who was addressing her to begin with, "… What?"
The grumbled complain escaped him, assumingly upon Empty ears. The timing was mere coincidence at best, but the lion found himself sitting on his own in the park, body hunched forward. Most people would find his demeanor in general as intimidating, though in actuality, he was merely sulking in his spot; though he supposed only those like his close friends ( as few as they may be ) would recognize it as such.
Today was just bad in general, and for him, that was saying something. The trio often got themselves into trouble, and not all of them of the fighting type. Against popular belief, however, Mikoto liked to avoid conflict as much as he can, brash personality aside. But the fact of the matter was, trouble never seemed to fail to find him despite his efforts. Every day new ' challengers ' would come.
So used to such a predicament, Izumo and Totsuka had abandoned him and left him to fend on his own; some friends they were. Of course, Mikoto wasn't deep enough to really give a damn, and essentially, he could not blame them, either. Strangely enough, that wasn't why he was complaining.
As it turned out, the other's observations was correct: his stomach ached. It may be due to that breakfast he had that morning, they had told Totsuka that no place called ' OK RAMEN ' was a safe place to eat, and who even ate ramen so early in the morning? On top of that, he also drank a lot of strawberry milk, and he doubted the combination did him any good.
Granted, his complaint was not directed to anyone in particular, but when her voice had reached his ears, amber gaze flitted up to her. A silent stare down was initiated before the lion gave another grumble under his breath. " Do you know how to treat a stomach ache? " She was a woman, she should know. Mikoto wasn't intentionally sexist, though, he never really fit well with any of the social norms.