prompt: Aone returns (Y/n)'s bag to her

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.・-: ✧ :-　second-person point of view　-: ✧ :-・．

The charm that hung from the zipper of your bag was cute. It reminded him of you. Aone could not get you out of his head, you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. He was aware it might appear silly to drape two bags over his shoulder, though they were quite capable of supporting the weight. He kept the book bag close to him, not wanting to risk misplacing it. Aone kept it on his person all throughout the school day, just in case he saw you between classes or during lunch.

He frowned deeply. He had not seen you at all since you got off the train yesterday. Did he mistake your uniform? Did you even go to the same school? Maybe he was wrong. Maybe all those movies and books were wrong too. Maybe he would never see you again.

"Um... Excuse me," You spoke up, hesitating to gently tap his shoulder. It was much firmer than you were expecting. He instantly turned around to face you. It was impossible to tell from his facial expression or body language, but Aone was pleasantly surprised. His doubts of never meeting you officially happily vanished, being hastily replaced with butterflies.

"That wouldn't happen to be your bag, would it?" You asked nervously, praying you wouldn't be bothering the poor young man for nothing. "I-I lost mine yesterday and the one you have looks exactly like it." Aone swiftly pulled the strap away from him and held out the bag for you to take. A big smile broke out across your face.

"Thank you so much!" You told him brightly. "I thought I'd never get it back!" You noticed how he remained silent. "Not everyone would have taken the care to return this to me, so thank you." Aone nodded his head. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other awkwardly. His piercing gaze made you feel like you were under the spotlight. It wasn't a bad thing necessarily, the tall boy just had a very intense presence. Nevertheless, your smile persisted.

"I'm (Y/n) (L/n)," You introduced yourself politely. "What's your name?" You draped your bag over your shoulder, glad you have it back without your possession.

"Aone Takanodu," He finally spoke. His voice was deep, almost rattling your bones. It was hard to believe he was a high schooler. Aone didn't speak often or in lengthy sentences, but around you, it felt difficult to do. He feared saying something that might scare you away.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you," You said kindly. You anxiously played with the strap, unsure of how you wanted to proceed. You felt simply saying thank you was not enough to compensate the stoic stranger.

"What if we went out for food sometime so I could repay you?" You offered with a smile. Aone shook his head. The last thing he wanted was for you to spend your own money to reward him for what he viewed was his duty.

"No really, I feel horrible for causing you trouble," You insisted, gently reaching out to touch his arm. "Let me make this up to you! Please?" Between you practically pleading and your ginger touch, Aone felt his walls cave down. He nodded his head.

"Are you free tonight?" You asked, somewhat excited. Aone nodded his head again and you grinned.

"Perfect, I'll see you later!" You waved to him. You hurried off, hoping you were not too late for your after-school club meeting. Aone watched you disappear down the halls. He wondered if your little repayment was what people called a date. Aone hoped it was.