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Walking down the corridor you watched outside the window and saw the old woman that sold the deep-fried rice balls you loved so much. You smiled wryly and tightened the grip on the two lunch boxes. One was yours, the other one was Imayoshi's. It was weird how things sorted out between the two of you.

When you approached him to say you were sorry and to thank him for his kindness, you could not have imagined he was going to burst in your life, destroying all your masks.

That is right...
You had made a promise to yourself: no matter what, at school you would be a person they would love. Once home, you could cry yourself to sleep, tear your clothes apart or do whatever made you feel better. No one had to see who you really were, that is why you did not have friends outside the school. No one knew where you lived, nor saw you outside the school's walls.

That was a reassurance to you. Since you had to act like they wanted you to act, you had the right to be yourself outside their world.

However, everything changed on that day, when you asked him to go outside the gym, and thanked him. Your chirpy voice echoed with fake happiness, his with slyness. You could not read him, but nonetheless you forebode his intentions when he asked something in exchange.

At first, you thought it would be something lewd, but he actually asked you to walk you home, so that he could know you better. You refused, of course, saying he could talk to you during lunchtime. He accepted and you thought you won. Then he became needier. He asked you to join his club, and when you refused to, he asked you to go watch him.

At the beginning you would go a few times a week, then, for some reason, you found yourself sitting next to their coach every day.
You could say you became friends with him, but it was not different from the other relationships you had with your classmates, except for that sly smile of his, which you saw on his lips whenever he asked you something...

The image portraying his face disappeared the moment you opened the door and saw him leaning against the fence.
"Sorry for the wait, Imayoshi-senpai!"
His lips curved and he moved towards you miming a greeting with his big hand.
"Good morning ______-chan!" he lowered his head and took one of the boxes you carried "Woah, _____-chan's bento! It'll surely be delicious as always!" he grinned and went to sit in the same spot he was before, patting the concrete next to him "Come, let's eat together!"
"There it is..." you thought "that scary smile... I wish I could tear it away from his face..."
"Woah, ____-chan, what's with that scary look on your face?" His surprised expression made you flustered. You waved your hand and smiled sweat dropping.
"I'm sorry, it's nothing, let's eat!" and with that you sat next to him, unconscious to the fact that for the first time, you sat too close. So close, you hit him with your elbow when you opened your bento. You jerked away crying while his face turned purple.
"Senpai! Are you ok? I'm really sorry!" you leaned closer and extended your arm towards his shoulder.
"Got you!" He gloriously said while holding your hand. Before you could chirp a question, he pulled you towards him, making you lose your balance and falling in his arms.
"Imayoshi-senpai, what are you doing?" He held you against his chest.
"You know, _____-chan," he loosened his embrace so that you could look him in the eyes, "I think I love you..."
His face was so serious that for a moment, you almost believed it, but his voice betrayed him. He was making fun of you... again, and that pissed you off.

*crack*

"What the hell are you trying to do?!" you hit his chest with all you had and escaped his grasp. You were sure you had a scary face right now; one that you never showed before him, but he did not look surprised, rather happy. He suddenly opened his eyes and smiled. "What's so funny?!" you yelled. He sat up and walked towards you; you drew back.
"But... _____-chan, I really do love you! You're a beautiful person: you are kind, cheerful, you always support me, and you are quite the cook...!"
"Don't mock me, you idiot! Stop with that bullshit, you don't believe half of it!"
He moved closer. You tried to step back, but with a jump, he was in front of you, his grasp around your arms again.
"______-chan, you are acting weird..."
His face was inches away. "Too close, too close, too close," you thought. "What the hell has got into him all of a sudden, why is he saying all these idiocies?!" You watched him mouth dropped: he had that sly smile on his face, again.
"Why you...!" you tried to escape, but he was much stronger than you were. He effortlessly hugged you. There was no way you could get away by force. "I am not the person you think I am" you suddenly said, "I am not kind, nor cheerful..."

*crack*

"What do you mean, ______-chan?" his hug seemed to soften.
"I am not good for you, Imayoshi." You sighed.
"Isn't that something I should decide?" he let go of you and smiled, this time wryly.
"I told you, I am not who you think I am!"
That was a farce. He was telling a lie, you were acting according to that lie so that you could go away from him. However, something felt off. Even if you were acting, something of what you said was true.
"Then... who are you?"
Your eyes widened in despair. Then you smiled sadly.
"I... don't know anymore." His features loosened in a sad expression and he touched your cheek with the back of his hand, softly. You moved away your head and felt your eyes burning. "Why am I crying..." your chest suddenly felt heavy and your mouth opened without your consent. "It does not matter who is in front of me, I always manage to read them, and become the person they want to see." You sobbed and he hugged you, caressing your hair with affection, prompting you to continue. "I've always lived this way, at least, for what I remember... and I...," you sobbed again, clinging to his uniform, looking for comfort "I have used so many masks, that I can't live without one, I just don't know who I am anymore. I don't know if I am wearing a mask or I am my true self I..." you pressed your face against his chest and he hugged you tightly, kissing your hair.
"______, let me help you... " he let go of you. When you looked at him, his face was serious and somewhat sad.

*crack*

"You can't..." you sobbed, fixing your eyes on your feet.
"I can. I will destroy every mask you will try to put on, _____, because I know who you really are."
Your heart started pounding furiously hearing that made-up sentence, but, somehow, it reassured you, it made you extremely happy and you felt like, with that annoying, sly smile of his, he was actually capable to see your true self. So... just with him, you thought, you could be your true self.
"Why..." you asked moving closer to him, with your eyes still down. "Why are you helping me?"
He sighed and patted your head, then pulled you again against his chest.
"Because you are a really interesting girl... and I want to know every single secret you're hiding..."
Your eyes widened in surprise to his sincere words, but your expression softened immediately and you smiled wryly. You could have felt offended by his words, but actually, your heart was racing again. In a twisted way, that confession made you truly happy: someone, for the first time, was interested in seeing your true self.

Description
Walking down the corridor you watched outside the window and saw the old woman that sold the deep-fried rice balls you loved so much. You smiled wryly and tightened the grip on the two lunch boxes. One was yours, the other one was Imayoshi's. It was weird how things sorted out between the two of you.

When you approached him to say you were sorry and to thank him for his kindness, you could not have imagined he was going to burst in your life, destroying all your masks.

That is right...
You had made a promise to yourself: no matter what, at school you would be a person they would love. Once home, you could cry yourself to sleep, tear your clothes apart or do whatever made you feel better. No one had to see who you really were, that is why you did not have friends outside the school. No one knew where you lived, nor saw you outside the school's walls.

That was a reassurance to you. Since you had to act like they wanted you to act, you had the right to be yourself outside their world.

However, everything changed on that day, when you asked him to go outside the gym, and thanked him. Your chirpy voice echoed with fake happiness, his with slyness. You could not read him, but nonetheless you forebode his intentions when he asked something in exchange.

At first, you thought it would be something lewd, but he actually asked you to walk you home, so that he could know you better. You refused, of course, saying he could talk to you during lunchtime. He accepted and you thought you won. Then he became needier. He asked you to join his club, and when you refused to, he asked you to go watch him.

At the beginning you would go a few times a week, then, for some reason, you found yourself sitting next to their coach every day.
You could say you became friends with him, but it was not different from the other relationships you had with your classmates, except for that sly smile of his, which you saw on his lips whenever he asked you something...

The image portraying his face disappeared the moment you opened the door and saw him leaning against the fence.
"Sorry for the wait, Imayoshi-senpai!"
His lips curved and he moved towards you miming a greeting with his big hand.
"Good morning ______-chan!" he lowered his head and took one of the boxes you carried "Woah, _____-chan's bento! It'll surely be delicious as always!" he grinned and went to sit in the same spot he was before, patting the concrete next to him "Come, let's eat together!"
"There it is..." you thought "that scary smile... I wish I could tear it away from his face..."
"Woah, ____-chan, what's with that scary look on your face?" His surprised expression made you flustered. You waved your hand and smiled sweat dropping.
"I'm sorry, it's nothing, let's eat!" and with that you sat next to him, unconscious to the fact that for the first time, you sat too close. So close, you hit him with your elbow when you opened your bento. You jerked away crying while his face turned purple.
"Senpai! Are you ok? I'm really sorry!" you leaned closer and extended your arm towards his shoulder.
"Got you!" He gloriously said while holding your hand. Before you could chirp a question, he pulled you towards him, making you lose your balance and falling in his arms.
"Imayoshi-senpai, what are you doing?" He held you against his chest.
"You know, _____-chan," he loosened his embrace so that you could look him in the eyes, "I think I love you..."
His face was so serious that for a moment, you almost believed it, but his voice betrayed him. He was making fun of you... again, and that pissed you off.

*crack*

"What the hell are you trying to do?!" you hit his chest with all you had and escaped his grasp. You were sure you had a scary face right now; one that you never showed before him, but he did not look surprised, rather happy. He suddenly opened his eyes and smiled. "What's so funny?!" you yelled. He sat up and walked towards you; you drew back.
"But... _____-chan, I really do love you! You're a beautiful person: you are kind, cheerful, you always support me, and you are quite the cook...!"
"Don't mock me, you idiot! Stop with that bullshit, you don't believe half of it!"
He moved closer. You tried to step back, but with a jump, he was in front of you, his grasp around your arms again.
"______-chan, you are acting weird..."
His face was inches away. "Too close, too close, too close," you thought. "What the hell has got into him all of a sudden, why is he saying all these idiocies?!" You watched him mouth dropped: he had that sly smile on his face, again.
"Why you...!" you tried to escape, but he was much stronger than you were. He effortlessly hugged you. There was no way you could get away by force. "I am not the person you think I am" you suddenly said, "I am not kind, nor cheerful..."

*crack*

"What do you mean, ______-chan?" his hug seemed to soften.
"I am not good for you, Imayoshi." You sighed.
"Isn't that something I should decide?" he let go of you and smiled, this time wryly.
"I told you, I am not who you think I am!"
That was a farce. He was telling a lie, you were acting according to that lie so that you could go away from him. However, something felt off. Even if you were acting, something of what you said was true.
"Then... who are you?"
Your eyes widened in despair. Then you smiled sadly.
"I... don't know anymore." His features loosened in a sad expression and he touched your cheek with the back of his hand, softly. You moved away your head and felt your eyes burning. "Why am I crying..." your chest suddenly felt heavy and your mouth opened without your consent. "It does not matter who is in front of me, I always manage to read them, and become the person they want to see." You sobbed and he hugged you, caressing your hair with affection, prompting you to continue. "I've always lived this way, at least, for what I remember... and I...," you sobbed again, clinging to his uniform, looking for comfort "I have used so many masks, that I can't live without one, I just don't know who I am anymore. I don't know if I am wearing a mask or I am my true self I..." you pressed your face against his chest and he hugged you tightly, kissing your hair.
"______, let me help you... " he let go of you. When you looked at him, his face was serious and somewhat sad.

*crack*

"You can't..." you sobbed, fixing your eyes on your feet.
"I can. I will destroy every mask you will try to put on, _____, because I know who you really are."
Your heart started pounding furiously hearing that made-up sentence, but, somehow, it reassured you, it made you extremely happy and you felt like, with that annoying, sly smile of his, he was actually capable to see your true self. So... just with him, you thought, you could be your true self.
"Why..." you asked moving closer to him, with your eyes still down. "Why are you helping me?"
He sighed and patted your head, then pulled you again against his chest.
"Because you are a really interesting girl... and I want to know every single secret you're hiding..."
Your eyes widened in surprise to his sincere words, but your expression softened immediately and you smiled wryly. You could have felt offended by his words, but actually, your heart was racing again. In a twisted way, that confession made you truly happy: someone, for the first time, was interested in seeing your true self.