You felt like someone's eyes were on you. . . Like, for a long time. Although each time you would turn and look over your shoulder, you wouldn't see anyone looking at you. That's because they looked away as soon as you turned.

Kira Hiroto blew a bubble from his pink bubble gum, and popped it. His eyes were averted to the side, but anyone in their right mind would know that he was watching you. A sigh slipped past your lips. You were just trying to relax in the canteen for once, drinking some juice and scrolling on your phone. You hardly got time to take breaks, so you would prefer if someone wasn't staring at you the entire day.

"Hiroto, can I help you?" You stood up and looked at the boy.

"You want to do something for me?" Hiroto turned his face to look at you, a smirk on his face. It made you want to kick him in the crotch to be honest. Why did he have to be so snarky? Alas, you didn't want to pick a fight, so stomping on his nuts would have to wait for a day when you had more energy - and the audacity.

"If you want me to do something for you then just tell me." You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

Hiroto looked you up and down with absolutely no shame at all. This made you blush and take a small step back. It always made you uncomfortable when people were checking you out. Hiroto was a bold guy, so he couldn't care less. He also liked making girls blush, namely you. He was your typical bad boy.

"Let's ditch this place for a bit. Let me take you out on a date." Hiroto wasted no more time in telling you what he wanted.

"Hiroto, I have work to do. I took a ten minute break and need to be do laundry in five, I can't go out on a date with you. Besides, you should be practicing with the rest of the team." You gently chastised him.

"All you do is, work, work, work." Hiroto waltzed over to you and grabbed your wrist. "We're going out if you like it or not. You need to learn how to have fun."

"I know how to have fun!" You protested, trying to pry your wrist from his grip, but to no avail.

"What, you don't want to hang out with me? Is that it?" Hiroto gave you a cold stare, with no expression on his face.

"N-no, that's not it. I'll go with you, but it's not gonna be a date. . ." You trailed off, not wanting to make him angry - even though he already was. Hiroto was almost always angry, there was no helping it. He made himself angry half the time.

"Whatever you wanna call it." The grey haired male grinned. At that, the two of you left the lunch room, and the Inazuma Japan camp, heaving straight to the town.

"You want ice cream?" The boy asked, his hand had slid down and ended up holding onto your hand rather than your wrist. It made you nervous, but you knew better than to pull away.

"Um, I don't really have the money for that. Let's go somewhere cheaper." You didn't want to put a hole in your wallet after your parents so kindly gave you money to spend on essentials.

"Hell no." Hiroto scoffed. He pulled out his wallet from his pack pocket, and let go of your hand to take out a debit card. "I'll pay for it, don't worry."

"Hiroto I don't want you spending money on me. Please." You protested, but he wasn't listening. Suddenly, it hit you. . . "Is that your dad's card?"

"Yeah. So what?"

"Hiroto!"