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With her white and black volleyball track clothes, she had always stood out among the maroon clad players of her team. Safe to say she hated it, would be an understatement. I mean, why won't she when she stands out like a sore thumb? She was practically announcing to the entire world 'Hey! It is I! The only female in the team!'
Then again, she understood. That was practically the uniform of the coach, advisor and manager after all. It has been that way all along for years already, so she could do nothing to change it. Even still, considering that the two older males aren't always around the group unlike the manager, she does attract attention.
A full white tracksuit with a single black line going over her shoulder and down her long-sleeves, it really did stand out among the contrast maroon of the team. She at first thought she would get used to it, she really did, but now she had entirely given up on that thought. Why? Because she concluded that such attention brings nothing but trouble.
"Oh come on cutie~ I just want yer number." A male voiced slyly, easily keeping up with her pace as she walked around the place, trying to find the main Inarizaki team. "Yer from Inarizaki right? I just saw ya earlier, ya stuck out with 'em."
He had been bothering for a while now, but his friendliness and approach seemed almost too natural that it didn't really alert anyone nearby. The fact that Fuyuko was accustomed to keeping a neutral expression to not give him the satisfaction of reacting to his taunts, had people thinking them as friends.
"You think I'm a girl?" Fuyuko asked, finally letting the male hear her voice for the first time. Her statement though, had him dropping his sly smirk and sending her a confused stare.
"I mean aren'cha? Ya clearly look like one." He asked, voice clearly conveying his confusion. His answer said a lot about him though, and Fuyuko immediately concluded that the guy wasn't a major threat as she initially thought.
A light amused smiled formed on her lips at that thought, only making her seem mysterious enough to confuse the male even more. "There's a saying that goes—'Don't judge a book by its cover' remember..." She discreetly glanced to him, making eye contact just briefly before looking away.
The male went completely ridged when he processed her words. Freezing on his steps and staring at the girl's back with face as white as a sheet of paper, looking so horrified as if someone just died just before him. "What..."
That was before Fuyuko stopped as well, before craning her neck to send the male a lopsided smirk from over her shoulder. "Oh, but I'm into guys..."
To say the usually goofy male was traumatized, would be an understatement. Despite having a face of a model and a carefree personality—only a single encounter with a single girl was all it took for him to question his entire life. He was traumatized of trying to get numbers from the random girls he sees around. He never tried to get a stranger's phone number ever again, not after he met that girl with lavender for eyes.
