Emiko chuckled softly, despite her still being angry with him. She wasn't, she could never stay angry at anyone for long, especially him. Still, though
. She sighed softly, walking down the stairs, slowly. Her thoughts drifted once more to Aiden. He's a teacher. A teacher. Do you know how weird it is for a student to like their teacher, you're supposed to hate your teacher. She sighed once more, before she stumbled a little, and ended up holding unto Aiden to make sure she didn't fall. "Sorry," she muttered, before letting go of his hand and looking away from him once more.
Daichi walked over to Mag, opening the window. He kissed her forehead, a slight smile on his face. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." He muttered, wrapping his arms around Mag's waist once more. He idly ran his fingers through her hair, looking as if he was a bit dazed. After a while, he finally snapped out of it. "So, what do you want to do?"
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