Summary of previous chapter:

Isuju returned to Class A and also found out the reason why the principal tampered with her exam results to help her enter Class A was because he now wants to get rid of Subeta. Also, Asano wants to confess because Isuju is taking too long to.

AND IN MY OPINION I THINK THE END OF THIS CHAPTER IS GONNA BE SUPER AJDBJANSBJA

And no one probably still reads this but I want to say smth.

I've decided that I'm no longer writing for comments or for votes. I'm gonna wrote because I enjoy writing itself.

So I hope you enjoy this chapter :D

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"God dammit," Isuju muttered under her breath as she stared at her workings for the mole question on her paper. Not that she hated the chapter, but one small mistake could make an entire page of workings useless. The paper had already been vandalised with slashed marks from blue ink, force wore the paper out.

"What's wrong?" Asano peered over at her messy worksheet that was torn at the edges from her frustration.

"The question needs me to find the concentration of hydrochloric acid, to do that I need the volume of it, but I can't get it, and the numbers don't make sense, how the hell is the molar mass of Iron 26?" She said as she dug her hand into her hair, flipping to the periodic table at the same time," Iron is 56- shit I saw the wrong number."

She groaned in frustration, letting out a raspy and deep moan that erupted from her throat. Careless mistakes seldom happened, but when they do for her, they can make a white piece of plain paper turn torn and tattered and blue, sometimes black.

"You seldom make careless mistakes, is something on your mind?" Asano scanned her work.

"I just- For example- Like-" Her words were choppy and she often took them back to rephrase a sentence that was never formed.

"There's so many things on my mind, like how Subeta wants drama and can't stop letting people in her panties, how Kaneki is nearby and I can't run away from him, and how Subeta doesn't want to date you anymore and is changing her route for Karma," she spun her pen between her nimble fingers, it danced on her petite hands and slithered between the gaps.

"And what am I studying for? Exams are over, I want a break, either bury my head in sand or just relax, but I can't," Isuju ranted, showing her frustration through the anger and tire her words had held.

Asano's tongue played with his sharp canines in his mouth as they injected thinking juice into himself, while thinking of a way to make her happier. He glanced at the clock in the empty classroom, 3 p.m.

"Pack your things, let's go out," Asano said," I'm starting to get bored too, let's go somewhere."

"Where to?" She said as she watched him pack her stuff for her, mostly brain dead from the past two hours of Chemistry.

"You'll see, I haven't been your friend all these years for nothing," Asano slung both their bags over his shoulders.

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They boarded a bus that led them towards the city. The bus ride was pretty much normal, other than the fact that it was Asano's first time, and he was disgusted at some trash he found stuck at the inner seats of the bus. And also other than the fact that there was a scarred man who sat on the seat in front of them.

"Children, let me tell you stories, ones that you haven't heard before," he turned around and said to them, body tilted sideways so that he could properly talk.

"In the prison, you'd have three types of people."

"Only three?" Isuju asked, and Asano gave her a look, conveying a message such as 'don't talk to him'. She had just given him a reassuring look, " the world has good people, its just how you think of them that makes them bad."

"Yes, three for the sake of our conversation," the man chuckled, lifting his head and revealing a dried and dark line that donned his forehead.

"One, the sexually deprived, they would moan in their sleep, probably dreaming of women I bet, but the prison is harsh, no way would they mix the genders," the man said as he scratched his short grey beard," they would start watching out for other men who dropped the soap, and take the chance and catch them off guard."

"Two, the weakly strong men, strong with passion, whatever they say, words come with rage or strong with their beliefs. They're weak because no one likes them, and they get beaten up when the prison wardens aren't looking," the man said, words wise and head high," they're the people that are easy to be friends with, as long as you haven't done anything to provoke them in the past."

"Three, and my favorite one, the smart ones, they use their calm demeanor to persuade the strong to stop, and the weak to step up. They are strong in their own way, they don't get beaten up, they don't have close friends, they don't start anything," the man talked with much passion, black eyes shining in the light, as if he was imagining a person like that.

"Which type of person are you then?" Isuju inquired, and Asano looked back at the man, already submerged himself into the imagination the man had brought him into.

"I'd say I'm the second type, weak and strong," the man said," that's how I got this scar." He gestured to his forehead. "And this one too," he pulled down his collar, revealing dried blood that framed a hole: a gun shot wound.

"And of course I'm good now, and I've become an author, and what I'm doing is publicising a book I wrote about prison, called 'Prisoners are People," he said, aware of the amount of attention he was getting from the passengers on the bus.

The two of them thanked the man as they got off the bus at their stop, stepping away from the blue bus onto the grey pavement in front of a chain of stores.

"Well that was fun," Asano said," it was even better than I thought."

"You shouldn't judge people by their background," Isuju said," that ex-convict wasn't that bad wasn't it."

"He could have been lying about being an ex-convict, you wouldn't know," Asano replied.

"It was a real gunshot wound," she said, giving a sad smile," I've seen one before, there's a huge difference between the real deal and plastic."

"Oh," Asano said," how?"

"I grew up in a nice place, not in Japan," she started off, internally contemplating whether she should tell Asano her past, and finally came to a resolve.

"I woke up one day by short and loud sounds, my roof was metal, thought it was raining," Isuju said," it was the sound of gun shots."

"Went downstairs, and saw a hole in both my parents, the wound was just a clean hole, no veins, no wrinkles, no inflammation, just a hole with blood," she said to him as they both entered a shop. The walls were lined with an endless amount of books, of all sizes and all colours. The middle wooden shelves acted as partitions in the shop and displayed albums from famous artists in Japan, America, China, Korea etc.

Silence engulfed Asano, he thought his windpipe had collapsed, like a wrinkled and rough hand had squeezed the only tube that had allowed air to flow into his body. He never knew, never could have guessed that the girl he loves could have such a tragic past. What were the chances?

"Breathe Asano, breathe," Isuju joked as she patted him on his back, "my neighbour found me, and she came along with two adults. Now, we're like sisters, she's the only one other than me who survived the attack in the village."

"Come on, don't act like that, its all in the past. Pity doesn't help," she shook his body.

"You're right, you're here and that's all that matters," Asano said, snapping out of his trance.

"What are you gonna get?" She looked up at the endless varieties of books, "I personally like this one." She looked at the grey book on the upper shelf and took it down despite her small figure. She opened the book and flipped through the pages quickly.

"Okay wrong book," she snapped the book shut and attempted to place the book on the upper shelf. Before she could, Asano snatched the book out of her hands playfully and turned his back towards her. He opened to a random page and started reading aloud.

" 'We're fucking. Fucking hard. Against the bathroom door-' What?" Asano scrunched his face and turned to the cover page.

"Fifty Shades," Asano scoffed as he snapped the book shut and placed it on the top shelf, where it belonged and no sexually deprived teen was to touch it.

Isuju snickered at his disgusted face as she squeezed through the gaps between him and the shelves to the other side, taking light steps so as to ensure that she wouldn't bump into any shelves or books.

"Hey," he grabbed her by her wrist on instinct and turned her to face him, showing her a serious expression, "this isn't why I brought you out today."

"Yea it doesn't really fit you, being nice that is," she joked as she tried to bring her arm back to her side, but Asano held on firm. She wriggled her wrist in his grip, attempting to free herself from his hold.

"Asano?" She said his name in attempt to bring him back to his senses.

It wasn't the first time she had said his name, and it also wasn't the first time Asano had felt that his name rolled perfectly off her tongue.

With his hand still on her wrist, he dragged her deeper into the book shop. The shelves got taller as they proceeded in, and the lighting got slightly dimmer as they moved to the section that sold older books.

He let go of her wrist and pinned his left hand against the wooden wall.

She was surrounded by every essence of him, his warmth, his fresh breath, and his dominating gaze.

"I give up, I can't wait any longer," Asano said under his breath. His right hand proceeded to cup her reddened cheek.

"Wait Asano." She whimpered in attempt to stop him.

"I don't want to wait."

He leaned in, his gaze fixed on her lips that he had been aching for for so long. He wasn't really planning to tell her today, but when he was standing close to her when he snatched the book from her hands, something just sparked in him to make a move.

She placed a hand on his chest to stop him from getting any closer.

"I'm really sorry," she whispered before he could make contact.

The old Isuryu would have just frozen and stood still, but she had realised something after leaving the school with Asano and walking into the bookshop.

At first she thought that she would have butterflies in her stomach knowing that she was going out with a guy, but nothing happened to her. When they were on the bus, she realised that Asano was just a good friend, a really good one, but she couldn't bring herself to love him.

His arrogance is one thing that was a super turn off for her as a boyfriend, but something that she could joke around as a friend.

"Isuju," he said under his breath, so as to avoid the eyes of anyone else in the store, "I know you don't feel the same way and it's pissing me off."

"Akabane is the one you like and it pisses me off," he continued, revealing his frustrated emotions for the first time.

"I keep having to hurt you and it pisses me off."

"I can't kiss you and claim you as mine and it is really, really getting on my nerves."

"So please just for once," he let out a desperate cry from his softened gaze. Once was all he needed to fulfill his desires.

"Just let me kiss you."

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Bloody hell that was so much fluff