Where Socially Awkward Roads Cross

Hayabusa being a small town contained little attraction for most teenagers within the week, most youthful afternoons were spent in clubs or out at the other kind of clubs; hanging out with friends, studying, that kind of thing. If a Kizuna student was in Hayabusa it was usually because they lived there, were visiting someone who lived there or had an unusual appreciation of landscape art. At least that's what miss Yiruna Kii figured.

Kii however was here on a much nobler accord, it was wear her dojo was located, and that's where she worked, well trained, but kind of worked, she got paid a little for it after all. Right now however she was taking the scenic route back to the bus station. The scenic route being around town so she could experience a little more of the mundane and grassy scenery.

The orange hues of the setting sun was one of several clues that she'd already been through training for today. The second clue was her odour, the slightly musky smell of sweat (and the obvious appearance of it through her white tank top) was covered slightly by layers of deodorant that she was hoping would hold up till she got back to the dorms. Another clue rested in her attire, though she'd taken the top off her gi off and had it clutched in one hand and swung over her shoulder (The left shoulder, very important). The trousers of her gi, and her dark belt were still covering her bottom half. The final clue, if you didn't count her messy hair, was the yellow and blue bruises that trailed down her arms.

Fresh air was a nice smell for any post training stroll. The atmosphere made her feel like a real martial artist. However as was her more ditzy nature, and strange amount of bad luck and rather large burst of wind hit her from her right side, catching the top of her gi that was in the "I'm so cool I sometimes carry my clothing like I don't need it" and flying it out to the side. Luckily for Kii she was holding onto it fairly tightly so instead of completely losing her training clothing it created more of a kite like effect, with her clutching onto her top while the wind filled the sleeve with air making it blow about in the wind wildly. Making Kii and her coat look ridiculous along the secluded road.

Naito's purpose in Hayabusa was simple. It was the only area that was peaceful enough for a good jog to stay in shape. Being an athlete himself, this was very important to him. Instead of wearing his usual clothing that consisted of expensive materials, he would be wearing sweats and a black hoody with his old school's name across the back. As he continued his jog down the secluded road, his silver eyes would take notice of another coming from the opposite side. At first he made the choice to look away, but something caught his attention. The person's overall appearance made it appear as though they may have been an athlete aswell. As he closed the distance, the person's appearance became much more clear. It was a young female who seemed soaked in sweat and heading home from some event. To make things even more clear, it was a female he had met before! What was her name? Ugh, he couldn't remember. As the distance closed, he figured he'd need to make up a name, or simply run pass her without a word. This was the moment of truth. Naito, though attempting to humble himself, still had that sense of a superiority complex. He believed no one was worth his time. However, he was trying to change that. Maybe this was the time and day to try out a friendlier personality.

As he was within ten feet, he'd stop his jog and begin to walk with his hand in his pocket. He looked towards the girl and took a deep breath. With a calm expression, he began to speak. "Hello!" Okay, nice first word! Time to continue! "Umm, you look very familiar..and sort of cold." His eyes looked the female up and down, almost analyzing her. Something about a female that applied herself to athletics caught his attention. "I apologize for catching you at such an odd time, but have we met before? My name is Tsurinai Naito." His tone was calm as he spoke to the girl, and he made sure to keep eye contact after analyzing her body. He may have looked like a pervert, as he made no attempt at hiding the fact he was looking at her body. "Are you into athletics aswell? Probably an obvious question, but I'm simply trying to start a conversation with you." Blunt words, but Naito was never the type to beat around the bush.

After her baffling battle with the wind the last thing Kii could have needed was a witness, let alone a witness who knew her. What's worse the witness in question was someone from the dorm. As he was about to pass her by she kept eye contact firmly away, obviously blushing hard from her little ridiculous display. Unfortunately for her whoever it was seemed to want to talk or something. Her head slowly turned to look at the boy, as he weirdly and and obviously examined her form. Hang on, she knew this guy, it was sir readsalot from the other day!

"Uwaa... Yes... uhm cold..." Her arms which had been rather free a moment ago quickly went across her chest, holding tight to herself as if to warm herself up, though the reason was more self conscious than in some vain persuit of homoeostasis, a situation that didn't help her embarrassed blush.

Some psychologist seemed to have spoken to the reader boy since last they had met, since he seemed remarkably sociable, or maybe she'd just been really annoying last time, or maybe he liked tank tops more than pyjamas, she didn't really know which solution was the right one but none of them made her feel particularly secure right now, especially since he actually wanted a conversation of some sort.

Sir readsalot, the upperclassman who's real name apparently was Tsurinai Naito didn't seem used to conversation, but he did seem to like working out and stuff like that. Eager to make up for how silly she'd been the other day she decided against making a strategic escape and oblige him in conversation, so arms held close to her breast she nervously tried to reply without either: 1. Showing how nervous she was or 2. Irritating him to the point of leaving like the other day.

"Y-yeah... We met the other day... I'm in your dorm." She bit her lip as she spoke, sifting through appropriate words in her brain carefully before letting them reach her tongue. "I was the girl in pyjamas..." Deciding revealing her identity as the amazing socially awkward pyjama girl was actually a bad move she quickly looked down at the floor the hide from her stupid sentence before continuing.

With a quick gulp of air she managed to regain eye contact and move onto making herself feel more impressive, though she probably gave her nervousness away with the rapid speed of her voice. "Uwaa.... Y-yeah! I'm just coming back from training now, real good work out and stuff, yup yup." She quickly raised one arm, and help onto it with the other as if feeling her bicep. Quickly remembering that she was also under some kind of physical examination she brought her arms back to her chest fairly fast. She finished talking on a fairly awkward note, darting from having eye contact, to becoming nervous and letting her eyes dart to the floor in an endless circle of awkward eye movements.

Naito noticed her blush and raised a brow. He wasn't particularly sure why she was blushing with such a simple conversation starter. In response, he crossed his own arms across his chest and took his usual defiant stance. Stray bangs fell over his left eye like usual, only leaving his right eye visible to the young female before him. The wind didn't help this one bit, but with it slightly behind him, it did nothing but push his hair up by his cheeks in some cases. Now thinking about it, it was rather cold outside, and she was under dressed severely. This freezing weather would surely give her a cold. Naito would reach for the zipper of his hoodie and slowly remove it. Taking it off, he'd reveal an under armor shirt beneath it. Since he wasn't sweating, his hoodie was completely stink free. With a nonchalant, and emotionless move, the silver haired student would hold his hoodie up towards the young "cold" girl. "Don't you watch the news? It's been saying it's gonna be freezing for a while. You should come more prepared. Here, you can hold onto this." He was oblivious to her feeling embarrassed about him looking at her body. After all, Naito really didn't give any thoughts regarding the opposite sex, or his own. Everyone was on the equal level near his heart. Everyone was to be controlled with no special occasions...

When she continued to speak, and actually identified who she was, Naito couldn't help but stumble back for a second with wide eyes. "W-wait, you're her?! Wow! You look much different now. Back then, I thought you were nothing but a slouch. Hm..." Naito used his free hand to pinch his chin between his thumb and index finger. Though she continued on in a confusing ramble, he couldn't help but think back on her in Pyjamas. "Seems my first impression of you was so poor that I had forgotten who you were. I apologize for my rudeness that day. You should let me make it up to you. My behaviour was quite shameful." If the girl would have taken his hoodie by this time, he would have placed a hand on his side while letting the other hang freely. However, if she refused he would have tossed it over his right shoulder instead. Naito was intelligent to know she was nervous talking to him. Who wouldn't with the way he treated others? If he was to be this "ruler" he so spoke of being, he would need to be a bit more understanding of his "subjects." So in response to her nervous glares, he'd raise both of his hands to his face to cover his own eyes. "If it makes you better, I'll cover my own eyes. I do know my gaze can be quite intimidating, so it's completely understandable." Naito, being who he was, spoke in a blunt tone. If anyone were to see him, he'd look like a fool covering his face in such a way.

Kii was a natural at freaking out, she freaked out over everything, almost bumping into guys, getting yelled at in the slightest. Situations where people actually and obviously examined her physical form really freaked her out though, however on the top of the list of things that cause Yiruna Kii to freak out was when boys stared her down, really badly tried to talk about her interests and then undressed in front of her. She was on the cusp of screaming for help or something, but was so stunned all she could manage was a nervous twitch.

It was probably better she didn't have a complete panic attack as it turned out Naito was simply offering his coat. Looking down at her arms across her chest all she could manage was a "Y-yah... cold... coat... thanks" Her eyes full of swirls and embarrassment, red as a tomato she accepted the hoodie and rather quickly zipped it up all the way to the top, covering her form rather well. She sighed rather heavily.

Her blush subsided a little, and she snapped out of her dazed attitude as the guy called her a slouch, and then quickly apologised. Was he being nice to her? Wow the first person to actively seek her out and be nice and stuff since she'd entered high school. Sure it was someone who may or may not be from another planet but he was offering to make up for rude behaviour and that was something.

She giggled at his weird way of covering his eyes and stuff, that eased a lot of her tension. She was certain he was joking, he was joking right? She wasn't so sure anymore. Raising an eyebrow she figured she should probably tell him to drop his hands. "Uwaa....... Uhh... Naito you can... Drop your hands. I'm ok."

Her voice now more normal in volume and tone seemed fairly normal compared to Kii's usual weird vocal patterns. She wasn't so sure Naito was a very socially adept as a person, maybe he had autism. He'd said something about making it up to her for being rude or something, she was almost afraid to ask.

"What were uhh... You doing out here anyway? besides apologising to dorm members?" She tried to draw the conversation away from the more awkward points, to something else fairly normal, hoping he'd forget about making it up to her or whatever weird thing he'd thought up.

The silver haired student would spread his fingers and look through the slits between to look at the female infront of him. "Really? That's good to know." With that said, he lowered his hands and placed one on his side. It finally appeared as though her blush was subsiding from earlier. He could only theorize that the cause of such a red tint was the cold weather. He still was completely oblivious to the fact she was covering her breasts from his prying eyes. "Though that hoodie is sort of big, it looks good on you." Once again he was blunt, as he used his free hand to press his hair out his face. The wind was becoming quite a pain, but he figured he'd truck through it to get the know the female. She deserved that after all.

When she had asked him what exactly he was doing out there, he closed his eyes and begin to speak with his usual "matter-of-fact" tone. Something he hadn't gotten rid of as of yet, even though he had unlocked his Persona had faced his problems head on. "Jogging. I do this every few days to stay in prime condition. I practice Iaido and I'm a member of the Kendo club, so staying fit is very important for me. I wouldn't want to risk over doing it and passing out in the middle of a match." Or in the middle of a battle with shadows. That was life and death, after all. If he was going to get to the bottom of the problem regarding Limbo, he would need to stay in tip top shape. "I guess we have something in common when regarding working out. Is it just a hobby for you, or do you partake in a sports team aswell? First impressions showed you were rather innocent, but I have a feeling you'd make a good addition to a team." The silver eyed boy would nod to himself. If she truly was taking care of herself in such a way, it'd be a waste of potential not to partake in sports. Perhaps she could one day share his enthusiasm for swordplay.

The red in Kii's cheeks flared up again as Naito told her she looked good in his hoodie, he was being such a creep. Puffing her face up into a pout she tried to ignore his weirdness and allow him to do whatever social experiment he was trying on her. Because of this she stayed mostly quiet as he went on talking about his kendo and iaido. She wondered how well those two worked together since kendokas didn't generally have scabbards for their shinai. He seemed really into fitness, probably a little too much. Two martial arts clubs? AND jogging? The thought of it hurt her head. Too much physical stuff, not enough entertainment time.

She trailed off in thought at his question, hesitating before answering. Apparently weird mister rude and superior now saw her as sort of cool, she could lie and tell him she was in a sports club, or tell the truth. Kii was actually a decent lier, but she never really seemed to think of it when the situation at hand called for it, so she blurted out her actual club affiliations. "Nah, Nah I joined the anime club. It's fun and gives me loads of freetime." She said, almost to herself in a sing song voice, a little off in her own thoughts.

She made a long humming sound as if thinking of something intently, then made a large flicking movement with her hand, showing off the sweat covered gi top she'd been carrying to the boy. "I'm a martial artist too, see?" She grinned to herself happily with that reasoning. "Uwaa... I'm not really on any teams... But..." She pulled up the hem of the all to big hoodie to reveal the trousers of her gi, held tight around her waist by elastic and a thick, slightly torn up black obi belt. "I'm an assistant Sensei and stuff, so I guess I must be pretty good."

She giggled to herself a little too self satisfied, before looking back over to Naito the jogging samurai. "Uwaa... You must be really rich to afford to do those though Naito... The equipment is so expensive compared to things like this." She looked down on herself and her attire trying to gauge the costs between a simple gi set and the combined costs of iaido show swords, kendo armour, shinai and all that polish and care equipment. Her head hurt just thinking about it.

Naito raised an eye as the female's cheeks flared up once again. Was she getting a cold, even with the hoodie on? Well she was sorta of small. Actually, she was extremely small. That was probably the case here. When he noticed her expression turned into a pout, he contemplated covering his eyes again to ease the situation. He hadn't seen so many emotions in one person before, so she was rather strange yet interesting. How he proceeded to get to know her would need to be delicate, cause even he knew sometimes his scathing remarks could scare the tender hearted away. When he spoke highly of her being an athlete, he was suspecting to hear she was on a team. When he found out she was wasting her potential in the anime club, it caused him to give a disgruntled groan as he closed his eyes. "...I see." He couldn't help but be disappointed, but that was what he deserved for thinking so highly of the female before him. She lost some cool points.

When she continued on to speak of martial arts, his eyes slowly opened as his interest was returning. Maybe she wasn't wasting her potential then. When she started lifting her hoodie up, he covered his eyes with both his hands as if she was stripping before him. "Yea... Well I suppose that's respectful if you're an assistant sensei. Though, I expect you to further those skills of yours, and not just stay stagnant as an assistant. Wasted potential is a crime worth punishing for." Though comically standing there with his eyes covered with his hands once again, his tone was still has calm and blunt as ever. After a few awkward seconds of standing there looking like a fool, he'd lower his hands slightly onto his cheeks to look and see if the hoodie was back down.

"I'd be lying if I said my family wasn't on the upper side of society. The world has been good to us, so most of my equipment is at tip top shape compared to others." In all honesty, the finances belonged to his father more than himself. Naito and his mother hand gone through rough times coming up, and if she wouldn't have married into wealth it was likely they would have remained that way. Luckily, the coin flips and sometimes it lands on heads. Though she found someone who loved her, and spoiled her with goods, he still hated the man. Hell, he had a gut turning hatred for her aswell. The moment that man came into her life, he was the third wheel. Wanting to get the thoughts out of his head, he'd cross his arms and close his eyes. "Anyway, since you're so skilled, one of these days we should participate in a spar. Though, it'd have to be some other time. I think we should start heading back to the dorm, cause now even the weather is getting to me."