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Chapter 3: Hunting Season(ing) Part Two
God, was there some planet in retrograde right now? Everything was so…gray. Tome usually would have been able to cite a specific planet but she had been too oddly deflated all day to speculate.
At least she wasn’t the worst one off. No, not by far. That honor went to the pompadour’d thug who did nothing but sulk in the corner of their shared club space now. Her own club mates who were always too scared of him to even approach even tried to offer him one of their honey chip bags out of sheer pity. Tome, usually quite stingy with the resources (especially now they didn’t actually have funding anymore) didn’t even object. ‘How the mighty fall.’
Goda had spent some time trying to cheer Onigawara up. That boy was too nice for his own good. Him AND Kageyama. Tome didn’t know what Goda had been trying, exactly, since she was too engrossed in (or rather numbed by) her video game to listen but she could guess. The Body Improvement Club had one solution for every possible human ailment. It was exactly why she didn’t risk complaining today.
Tome glanced at the clock—it was getting to be that time, wasn’t it? The time where everyone finished their club activities up. Ah. Orwell was calling her name once again.
At least she wasn’t the worst one off. No, not by far. That honor went to the pompadour’d thug who did nothing but sulk in the corner of their shared club space now. Her own club mates who were always too scared of him to even approach even tried to offer him one of their honey chip bags out of sheer pity. Tome, usually quite stingy with the resources (especially now they didn’t actually have funding anymore) didn’t even object. ‘How the mighty fall.’
Goda had spent some time trying to cheer Onigawara up. That boy was too nice for his own good. Him AND Kageyama. Tome didn’t know what Goda had been trying, exactly, since she was too engrossed in (or rather numbed by) her video game to listen but she could guess. The Body Improvement Club had one solution for every possible human ailment. It was exactly why she didn’t risk complaining today.
Tome glanced at the clock—it was getting to be that time, wasn’t it? The time where everyone finished their club activities up. Ah. Orwell was calling her name once again.
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He thought the dog’s goggles had a similar shape to Mob’s eyes. That boosted its charm.
“You can keep those if you want. I don’t wear them much.”
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“I’ll be right out.”
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Mob stifled a yawn as he reached for the mug of tea. He was determined to stay awake longer. He reached for the remote and turned on the TV. By the time Teru finally emerged, Mob was engrossed in the tail end of an action movie he started halfway through.
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Ah, a superhero one. So, Mob liked those too? They were really popular right now, but Teru usually watched them in the original English audio. This one was dubbed over. Still, the actors didn't do a bad job. The way Thor screamed as Loki fell into the wormhole was pretty convincing.
The doorbell chimed and Teru snapped back to attention to fetch the food and coordinate Mob's clothes with the concierge.
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"Oh, Teru, you're out."
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“His eyebrows?” Teru took the remote to pause on a frame where he could get a better look. “What about them?”
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Mob was honest. Painfully honest. That was something Teru had to keep learning over and over again and it made his chest ache in a way that obliterated his genuine happiness at his compliment when he suddenly remembered Mob’s horrified expression when the knife went flying back at him during their fight.
’That was the past!’
“S-so, Tome-san.” Teru grabbed another piece of pizza after he mowed through the last one and hoped Mob was polite enough to humor his awkward subject change. “You should definitely make a move. You really impressed her.”
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‘What!?’
“You said you wanted her to be your girlfriend.”
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Teru was feeling light-headed.
The more that sunk in the weaker he felt. He hadn’t even finished chewing his next bite before he was falling forward off his own couch.
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‘This whole time…Kageyama-kun must really think I’m…’
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Was Teru crying?
Mob mentally flailed, trying frantically to get his mind in order enough to figure out how to react. He set the pizza down because it was the only thing that his mind felt he could do competently in the moment.
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Was he upset that he had gotten it wrong? It seemed like a pretty extreme reaction for just that, but Mob wasn't exactly the expert in determining whether or not someone was reacting to anything with the correct degree of appropriateness. If it wasn't that, was it maybe...
"You don't owe me anything," Mob reassured him once he managed to ready his own feelings. "You didn't owe me anything even before now."
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Teru pushed himself up to face him, not even caring he was revealing his face—red with snot running down. He hastily rubbed at his nose as another cry threatened to lurch from his throat.
“I’m sorry. I thought if…” What did he think? “Tch…I really screwed up.”
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