The shopping trip in Shibuya had a very quiet start. Tatsuki, as usual, said very little. Koshimi sighed as they walked out of another store.

“What exactly are you looking for? You haven’t bought anything yet and we’ve been here for two hours. Are you a woman or not?” Tatsuki asked.

Koshimi’s eye began twitching. When Tatsuki had said anything, it had been mostly insults. She was not used to him being so cold.

“How about a change of pace, hm?” Koshimi asked,” How about you compliment me instead of insulting me?”

Tatsuki looked her over quickly as they walked.

“Good job at finally changing your hairstyle. That ponytail was getting old.”

Koshimi stopped and glared at Tatsuki. It was true that she usually had her hair in a ponytail, but today her light brown hair went down to her shoulders in pretty waves.

“Uh-huh, said the boy who gels his hair back at school every day.”

Tatsuki stopped, hands in his pockets, and watched her anger build.

“At least I can handle an insult.”

“I can handle insults; I just get sick of them.”

“Then why did you ask me to come?”

“I didn’t think you would spend the whole time insulting me! Can’t we just have a good time out together? Men are such a hassle, no wonder I avoid dating.”

“You don’t avoid dating; you just can’t get a boyfriend.”

“THAT IS IT, OOHIRA! I’m leaving!”

Koshimi took off running through the crowds of people in the street. She ran until she couldn’t see Tatsuki behind her anymore before collapsing onto a bench outside a restaurant. She felt sort of bad for running off after awhile. She had asked Tatsuki to come and he had been nice enough to agree. She sighed as she waited for him to catch up. After fifteen minutes, she started to wonder if he was angry enough with her to have just gone home. She put her head in her hands, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

“God, I’m stupid. Why would he follow me?”

“Because if I didn’t you probably would get kidnapped and I don’t need you having that much in common with Kotarou because I would go after the bastards who would have the nerve to take you.”

Koshimi looked up to see Tatsuki take a seat beside her on the bench. He looked straight ahead of him as he spoke.

“You don’t deserve to be insulted. I’m sorry. If what you wanted to hear was me telling you that you are attractive and that I’m a least a little happy to be out here with you, then you’ll just have to accept me saying that I agree that you are somewhat attractive and that I suppose I needed to get out a little. Here.”

He handed her a glass figurine of a butterfly.

“You always liked butterflies.”

Koshimi smiled.

“Thank you, Tatsuki. That was really nice of you. And, I honestly came to Shibuya for no reason other than wanting to drag you somewhere with me.”

Tatsuki smirked.

“I sorta figured. Wanna go home?”

“Yeah.”

-Next Day-

Koshimi was doing homework in her room when Tatsuki barged into her room and shut the door.

“Come in and thank you for knocking,” she muttered, closing her textbook,” How may I help you this evening?”

“Kotarou received dead mice in a package today.”

“Oh my gosh, from who?” Koshimi asked, standing up.

“I don’t know, but that only leads me to assume something is wrong.”