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Hilariously, Suzuka's blank expression becomes even blanker as Eikichi's words land. But he thinks he knows enough about his childhood friend to guess what's going on in her mind. It's nice, knowing she's as shocked to see him as he is to see her. He leans forward subtly, hoping for the words he's always wanted to hear: "Wow, Eikichi, you've become so cool!"
But although Suzuka seems to give him the ol' once-over, she says nothing about his earrings, or his new hairstyle, or anything, really. Instead, she seems content to play it safe and answer his question in the most boring manner possible:
"...Nope. Not at all. I just got taller."Huh. Okay then.
To add insult to injury, she doesn't seem interested in chatting, and only affords him enough attention to pick up his pencil up off the floor and return it to him. Which, like, she noticed him dropping his pencil, but she's not gonna comment on his new look? What's that all about!?
Eikichi slumps back in his seat. He wouldn't tell, but he's a bit disappointed. It's not that he's fishing for compliments here! Heck, he'd be happy with
any sort of acknowledgement of all the hard work he's done to reinvent himself. After all, it was Suzu—
Anyway. Not important anymore, he tells himself, turning his gaze out the window. It's a known fact that the Fujis can be very petty. If Suzuka doesn't want to talk, then he doesn't either. Of course, she's probably just overwhelmed and confused and yada yada—but wasn't Eikichi her best friend? Or was he just imagining things?
Hearing her talk to Mikako doesn't help, although for the first time in a while, Eikichi reflects on the fact that he was close to Mikako, too, way back when. He glances over her way, and for the briefest of moments, feels a flash of guilt. But then it's gone, replaced with a growing sense of unease. Eikichi knows that it's uncool to get worked up over things, and that getting too attached is lame, but man, it sure is hard when Suzuka is involved. He doesn't really want to think about
why that is.
Sighing, he looks back out the window, nervous energy still vibrating inside him. Maybe there will be time to talk to Suzuka later.