D’aimer et D’être Aimé – Detail-oriented, 291 Words
by Dreams in Pink
Usagi sighed in frustration, slamming her pen down on the paper and dramatically blowing the blonde bangs from her eyes. She glanced over at the man beside her, wondering if he had noticed.
“I offered to help you,” he said flatly, attention drowned in his newspaper.
“I don’t need your help, Mamoru,” she spat, throwing her nose in the air. “I’m going to the bathroom,” she announced, hopping from her stool, “don’t touch my stuff.”
“Don’t worry; your wrong answers are safe with me,” Mamoru assured her with a chuckle.
He watched her bounce off and the moment she was out of sight, he leaned over, peering shamelessly at her open notebook. Her writing was as he expected; filled with loops and curls. Every letter that had a tittle, whether it be an ‘i’ or a ‘j’, was instead decorated with a little heart.
All of them.
Mamoru tried to skip past it. He tried to finish reading her surprisingly accurate description of mitosis. He tried to stop his attention from going back to that one, undotted ‘i’.
Midnight eyes briefly surveyed the arcade, checking for any signs of the golden haired student. The coast was clear. He grasped her pink, rabbit pencil in his strong hand, holding it above the unfinished letter. He paused momentarily. Hearts. The rest were hearts, but he’d be dammed if he was going to dot anything with a heart. He pushed the lead into the crisp paper, making a quick, clean mark. Neatly placing the pencil back on the book, he returned to his newspaper.
Usagi bounded back to her seat, and as she glanced at her work, a Cheshire cat grin swept across her face.
“I knew you couldn’t leave it alone.”