"From Awkward Silence to Wholesome Banter: You're Weird"

Shiriku, feeling the need to cleanse his eyes from the unusual display, approached a water faucet near the gym class. As he splashed water on his face, he mumbled to himself, "Bruh... does she want people looking at her like that or is she just weird?"

Meanwhile, Fuyumi, walking with a disappointed expression, pondered the situation. "That guy, I'm doing those things in order for him to strike a conversation with me, but he's just weird!" Fuyumi continued her way until she arrived at the area where Shiriku was at the faucet. Observing him wiping his face with a small towel, she paused, contemplating whether to initiate a conversation or let the moment linger in the awkwardness that had become characteristic of their interactions.

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Shiriku, taken aback by Fuyumi's sudden presence, removed the towel from his face, finding her standing beside him with a serious expression. Their eyes locked for a tense five seconds until Shiriku, feeling the weight of the situation, decided to slowly avert his gaze away from Fuyumi.

In the realm of Fuyumi's thoughts, a sense of resignation took hold. "I give up for today. Let's just continue this tomorrow," she conceded, realizing the futility of pushing the interaction further. With that decision in mind, Fuyumi shifted her focus and decided to drink from the faucet. Using her left arm, she gracefully fixed her hair, inadvertently catching Shiriku's attention. As he observed her, he couldn't help but notice the way she carried herself, an unintended attraction forming in the midst of their peculiar encounters.

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Fuyumi, catching Shiriku's quick look away, couldn't help but smirk at his apparent discomfort. She continued drinking from the faucet when, unexpectedly, a mishap occurred, causing the water to overflow and splash onto Fuyumi. An annoyed Fuyumi commented, "Tsk, my shirt is all wet now."

Shiriku, glancing in her direction, noticed the wetness on Fuyumi's shirt. Given the color and the transparency caused by the water, he quickly averted his eyes, feeling the need to respect her privacy. However, Fuyumi, reveling in the situation, smirked and teasingly told Shiriku to look at her.

Refusing to comply, Shiriku kept his gaze averted. Fuyumi, not one to back down, playfully threatened him with a reminder of her authority. The tension between them escalated as Fuyumi, with a mixture of amusement and mischief, awaited Shiriku's reaction.

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Shiriku, feeling a gulp of nervousness, slowly turned towards Fuyumi's direction as she instructed him to give her his shirt. Confused, Shiriku questioned, "Huh, why?" Fuyumi, with a teasing tone, questioned his comprehension, "Hey, Shiriku... Are you stupid to understand this situation because you're a kami? Or are you, Shiriku, because you're clueless about what's happening right now?"

Internally irritated but deciding to be a gentleman in this situation, Shiriku removed his shirt and quickly handed it to Fuyumi. "Here you go. You can give it back to me next time, or just throw it if you want," he said, averting his eyes to maintain some semblance of privacy. Shiriku, feeling a bit exposed without his shirt, turned away from Fuyumi and informed her that he would head first to change. Sensing the awkwardness of the situation, he concluded that going back inside the gym class was pointless without a shirt. As Shiriku left the scene, Fuyumi stood there with a slight blush on her face, smirking to herself. In her thoughts, she mused, "Another development for our conversation, my Kami." The mix of emotions and subtle gestures between them added another layer to the unfolding dynamics, leaving an intriguing tension in the air.

For an entire week, the routine unfolded as Shiriku arrived at school, finding Fuyumi already waiting for him outside. Although they sat next to each other before the start of class, a peculiar silence engulfed them. Both Fuyumi and Shiriku, in the midst of the quiet anticipation, contemplated the same perplexing thought, "Why can't I just talk to her/him regularly!?"

The unspoken tension was palpable as they occupied the neighboring seats. Fuyumi occasionally cast glances in Shiriku's direction, a subtle yearning for a conversation evident in her expressions. Shiriku, too, stole occasional glances, a mix of curiosity and hesitation reflected in his eyes. The air between them crackled with unspoken words, creating a scenario where the desire for a normal conversation lingered, yet the connection they sought remained elusive.

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As the routine continued, the week-long tension between Fuyumi and Shiriku lingered. However, a subtle shift was about to unfold, sparked by Fuyumi's determination to break the ice. One day, as they sat next to each other before class, Fuyumi decided it was time to initiate a lighthearted conversation.

Fuyumi, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, turned towards Shiriku. "Hey, Shiriku," she began, a teasing tone lacing her words. Shiriku, slightly caught off guard, looked at her with a mix of curiosity and caution.

Fuyumi, deciding to take charge, continued with playful banter. "You know, you're awfully quiet for someone who claims he wants to understand me," she teased, adding a sly smirk for emphasis. Shiriku, trying to match her tone, responded, "Well, I figured it's better to observe and understand silently. Actions speak louder than words, right?

Fuyumi, not one to be outdone, chuckled softly. "Observing, huh? What have you observed so far, Kami?" she inquired, her gaze fixed on him with playful intent. Shiriku, thinking on his feet, gestured vaguely and said, "Oh, you know, the usual. Your impeccable leadership skills, your... unique stretching routine... Ahahaha."

Fuyumi raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Unique stretching routine? That's an interesting way to put it," she remarked, feigning innocence. Shiriku, realizing he might have walked into a trap, attempted to steer the conversation away. "Well, it's not every day you see a class president doing gymnastics in the gym," he retorted.

Fuyumi couldn't help but laugh at his attempt to deflect. "Gymnastics, huh? You have quite the imagination, Shiriku. Maybe you should join me next time," she suggested, a playful glint in her eyes. Shiriku, now feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement, replied, "I think I'll pass. I'll leave the gymnastics to the professionals."

Their banter continued, the awkwardness of the past week gradually dissipating. Fuyumi, with a newfound confidence, leaned in slightly, her eyes narrowing with mischief. "You know, Kami, you're not as intimidating as you seem," she remarked, a playful smirk on her face.

Shiriku, raising an eyebrow, played along. "Intimidating? Is that what you think of me?" he asked, feigning offense. Fuyumi, not missing a beat, retorted, "Well, you do have that whole mysterious, brooding thing going on. But I'm not easily fooled."

The playful exchange between them continued, punctuated by expressive hand gestures, subtle body movements, and a spectrum of emotions conveyed through their tones. As Fuyumi continued to tease, Shiriku found himself more at ease, realizing that perhaps understanding Fuyumi required a touch of lighthearted banter.

Fuyumi, seizing the moment, decided to steer the conversation towards more wholesome territory. "But you know, Shiriku, there's more to me than just being the class president. What about you? What are your hobbies, your interests?" she asked, a genuine curiosity replacing the teasing tone.

Shiriku, feeling a shift in the conversation, considered the question. "Well, I like watching anime and reading, especially romance, and mystery novels & anime. I guess that fits the whole mysterious image, huh?" he admitted, offering a small smile. Fuyumi, intrigued, responded, "Mystery novels, huh? Maybe you can recommend some to me. I could use a good mystery in my life." Fuyumi, intrigued, responded, "Mystery novels, huh? Maybe you can recommend some to me. I could use a good mystery in my life."

Fuyumi then thought to herself, "Like you, Shiriku Kami, out of all the Kami, you're the most mysterious, weird, but somehow I feel your deep concern towards others, especially towards me." Fuyumi smirked as she contemplated her thoughts.

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And so, the conversation shifted from teasing banter to a more genuine exchange. Fuyumi and Shiriku, both discovering new facets of each other, found a common ground in their interests. The air between them transformed from lingering tension to a more comfortable atmosphere, setting the stage for a friendship that was slowly starting to blossom. As the bell rang, signaling the start of class, Fuyumi and Shiriku shared a knowing glance, the unspoken understanding between them paving the way for a future filled with more lighthearted conversations.