Fancy meeting you here

“Quiet down, will ya” Matthew hissed, stabbing at the button to his controller angrily. “Bunch of stupid hozers…”
Couldn’t a guy play hockey on his X-box in peace?!
School was finally over for the day and Matthew, having thrown his uniform tie and jacket somewhere to be lost in the mess, was sitting barefoot in front of his tiny TV on his dorm floor.
He scored a goal against the opposing computer team (That made it 7-2 now), and readjusted his new glasses on his nose. All the bruises and cuts he’d gotten were nothing but gone now, save for a few lingering scars around his eye where the glass had gotten him but those had turned silver and were barely noticeable. Nobody had really noticed –showing just how non-existent his social status was-, only a question or two from a couple of teachers and he chalked his injuries up to being careless on the stairs. Not the most creative ploy, but it worked nontheless.
Outside was a bunch chattering, everyone being all excited about the Halloween party being thrown in the gym next week. Parties had never been his thing; he’d never had a reason to attend one. He’d just spend the night standing invisibly against the wall, watching everyone else talk and dance. All he ever got from parties was depression and sore feet.
Of course this year he didn’t have to go alone…
Heat flooded to his face. A whole month. He hadn’t seen Katyusha in a whole month and it was like he was having withdrawal symptoms from not being around her. Scratching his calf with his toes (and scoring again), Matthew wondered if she was thinking about that party. She didn’t seem the type to get a costume and just throw herself into the middle of things. He’d heard the other girls talking about dressing up, costumes of bunnies, cats, witches. The image of Katyusha in a cute white bunny outfit flashed across his mind. Yeah with a fluffy little tail right above her-
No.
Stop. None of that.
Matthew threw down the controller, frustrated with how easy the game was and his own tempting thoughts. He needed a drink.
Pulling on his shoes, not bothering to put on socks, he headed down to the Common Hall and hopefully the pop machine.

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I hope I did this right...

Yeah I changed my pic. Not that I didn't love the maple syrup one X3 lol

After putting her bag away and fiddling with the clips in her hair, Katyusha left the dorm in a slow walk, finding herself simply wandering. Without having Matthew around, it felt like she was slipping into a dull routine just like before she came here. She was always caught up on school work, but it just kept coming. It almost seemed rare to have a week or a day with little work to be done. She felt rather sluggish about it, really. Even if she was here BECAUSE of work, that didn't mean she didn't want change.
There'd already been one big change to her life, so why not keep going...?
Swallowing at the uncomfortable dryness of her throat, she decided to go the Common Hall; she'd seen a vending machine there before. Doubting the amount of pocket change in her money, she headed over there anyways. She needed a good drink. It was usually pretty quiet there after school, so maybe she'd take a quick nap...?
NO. No napping in public! That's ridiculous. Someone could find her...that wouldn't be a pleasant experience. Just embarressing.
So, she came to the conclusion as she neared the Hall, that she would buy herself a drink then go back to the dorms for a nap.

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You're doing fine~

Crap post is crap.

LOL That pic was great, too!

The common hall was nearly empty, only a couple people passing through, which made the scene unfolding a little less humiliating. Matthew spat curses in both French and English as he gripped the pop machine shaking it violently.
“I gave you… your money… now give me my… caffeine!” he grunted in-between body checks. A teacher tread by on their way to the teacher's lounge and shot him a dirty look.
Giving the evil thing one last kick he stepped back, running a hand through his hair as he scowled. Look at him, turning into a damn brute because of a stupid pop machine! Maybe he was a more frustrated than he’d first thought.
It wasn’t Katyusha’s fault that they couldn’t hang out all the time. Work was very important to her, and she continued at the greenhouse despite his requests to find a job closer to the school. No jobs paid as well and she needed the money. People left her alone after that one incident but he wanted to skip class every time she did to make sure she got there and back safely. She probably didn’t know it, but he had a new routine of waiting in agony for her by the windows, watching to make certain that not one hair on her head had been harmed. Being a year younger than her didn’t help. If they were at least in the same year then they’d have classes together.
Sitting on one of the unoccupied couches, Matthew dropped his head into his hands.
His hands hurt from not holding her, not touching her. Everything felt so much rougher to his fingers compared to the softness of her skin. He’d found himself clinging to his pillow like he had to Katyusha in that small, cramped storage room. Matthew pulled at his collar, feeling too hot all of a sudden. He hoped to God she never found out about that…

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No one can resist Mountie!Matt XD

Katyusha's footsteps echoed in the halls as she came to her destination and she stretched again, wincing at the slight pain in the middle of her back. She was stiff from work and...other attributes. She felt drained and unhappy; she would kill to see that gorgeous smile again... Letting out a small sigh as she entered the Common Hall, after first she didn't notice the additional figure. She stepped over to the machine and was about to slip her money in when a head of blonde hair caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Turning to see who it was, she felt her heartbeat have a kickstart. She would recognize that gangly figure anywhere, those violet eyes hiding behind glasses, the strange little curl of hair she'd become to fond of...
"Ah...Matvey!" Putting the little amount of money she had back into her pocket, she walked over to him and plopped herself down beside him. Hell, she could've skipped over. It'd been FAR too long since they'd had a chance to talk. Or laugh. Or hold each other's hands... Her cheeks were dusted with a light pink, exhaustion lingering in her expression, and she made herself comfortable still a little embarressed with the small amount of space left between them. None the less, she looked up at him with a gentle smile.
"W-Well...how've you been? It's been a while..." She looked back down, starting off nervously. Why nervously...? Matthew made her feel calm. So why would she feel nervous? What reason did she have to feel nervous? ...So many questions, so little time. She scooted a little closer so their sides were touching, hesitant to make a move. Where were her bursts of courage when she needed them?
Oh well. At least she was with him again, and nothing could've made her happier.

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Mwahahaha! XD

Matthew’s head shot up at the wonderfully familiar voice. He pushed up his glasses, the blurry figure turning crystal clear and he smiled up at Katyusha. His heart fluttered in his chest like it wanted to leap right at her, but chose to remain inside his body as she took a seat beside him. They were still inches apart yet he could still feel her heat creeping through his clothes to his skin. Those smoldering embers were back.
“Been doing good,” Matthew answered, knowing his English teacher would be horrified by his grammar. He stretched his arms over his head, hearing his shoulder pop and then rested them on the back of the couch, one arm falling behind Katyusha.
He told her about the recent flood of pop quizzes his teachers were giving out, how in the lab he’d very nearly burned off his curl (the memory still made him wince), and with his lack of luck he’d lost one of his important text books, finding in a trach can. But his voice trailed off as he studied Katyusha's face. Her blush was still there, adorably pink, however her face looked pale, more sallow and there were dark bags under her eyes, not too mention she sat as if in pain. Without thinking he cupped her face with his palm, running his thumb softly over the shadows beneath one cerulean eye.
“Are you all right?” Matthew asked, frowning in concern.

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It's short >n<

Katyusha giggled at his stories, wearing a look of sympathy, until he trailed off. She cocked her head to the side a little, blinking in surprise at the new warmth against her cheek. She gazed up at him for a few moments before averting her eyes to somewhere else. "I-I'm fine...just...tired." She smiled, trying to reassure him that that was all that was wrong. Apparently it wasn't working all that well.
She couldn't tell him the reason why she had frequent back aches. It was too...way too embarressing.
Reluctantly pulling herself away from his hand, she looked at the vending machine, then at her lap, then glanced back up at him. He wouldn't believe her, but what was she supposed to say? "I...I'm fine, really."

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Nyeh, mine's short, too. ;_;

“You don’t look tired, Katyusha,” Matthew murmured worriedly, “You look exhausted. You’re working too hard.” He’d taken her hand and having it palm up, was slowly massaging the muscles to her wrist. It wasn’t going to help much, but it was something. Her hands were cold and she looked like she could fall asleep right where she sat any minute. He’d been remembering their first lunch together, how, because of lack of means, she’d opted to go without food and it had been making him anxious ever since. Working hard without sustenance was a deadly combination.
Matthew blushed. He felt like such a ninny, fretting over another person like this, but this wasn’t just another person. This was Katyusha. Someone he cared very deeply for and couldn’t bear to see hurt.
“When was the last time you ate?” He frowned. She wasn’t meeting his eye.

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She refused to meet his gaze and at first, she refused to answer; she couldn't. He was already worried enough and she wouldn't be a bother to him. Yes, he'd said that he'd help her no matter what. He'd proved that in the fight he'd gotten into. That didn't change the fact that she didn't want to see the worried look in his eyes, she didn't want to hear the strain in his voice... Katyusha tried to focus only on the gentle massage on her wrist. It felt a little odd, but still nice.
Avoiding his question, she murmured again, "I'm fine, Matvey...r-really...!" Maybe this would worry him more, but she wasn't about to ruin the good mood that had been between them. She didn't want him worrying over her as soon as they had time to spend with each other.

Matthew shot her a deadpanned look, not believing a single word. He understood that she didn’t want people to worry. She wanted to be self sufficient, to worry after others. He wondered if she’d ever had anyone dote on her before. She’d raised her siblings by herself, so he guessed not.
He retreated from her hand, using the now free appendage to cradle his jaw, elbow on his crossed leg. He inhaled deeply. Didn’t she see that not telling him would drive him crazy with worry? Matthew studied Katyusha’s eyes, contemplating the way they darted around, dropping to the tile, the walls, anything! Anywhere but him.
Was she embarrassed? Worried of what he’d think? Girls were so confusing!
Letting out a long breath through his nose, Matthew chuckled, dryly amused. “So I’m allowed to protect you physically, but I’m not allowed to buy you lunch… hmmm…” Catching her eye, he smiled, letting her know he was joking. With a dismayed sigh, he changed the subject. “How was your day?”

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Lol I wish there was a Home Ec classroom, then Matt could make her pancakes! \o3o/

Katyusha still hesitated in meeting his intent gaze and she answered quietly, "I-It was good. Long, but good..." She attempted a smile, but it must've looked as fake as the faces of plastic dolls. She wasn't doing a very good job at convincing him, and Matthew knew it. Guilt was prodding at her but she told herself to ignore it. She was sure HE wouldn't ignore it, but she didn't want to talk about how she hadn't eaten all day and had missed dinner last night. Her stomach was growling in protest, and she could only hope that he didn't hear it. She wouldn't let him spend money just over her.
She leaned down to quickly scratch her ankle but pulled back, wincing in pain. Her back practically screamed "What are you doing?!" at her and she sat back up, arching her back in hopes of stretching it a little. Knowing that Matthew would be concerned, she turned to him with a half-hearted chuckle. "A-Ah, right...m-my back has been really sore....b-but please don't worry about it." She forced her smile to become more natural, telling herself that that WAS the truth. Which it was. It just wasn't all of the truth. It wasn't mostly work...
This time, she kept her gaze locked with his, trying to ease both of their worries.

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Pancakes made by Matty would be orgasmic. o.o <3

Matthew ran his tongue over the inside of his teeth, just watching her. He knew she was blatantly lying. Her eyes continuously flickered to the vending machine, and –oh yes- he could hear the grumblings of her stomach loud and clear. But it wasn’t until she reached down that the flash of pain in her eyes made him bolt upright.
He knew it! They’d been overworking her in that stupid greenhouse! The fiends!
Though, as she arched her back something else clicked in his guy mind. He’d accidentally overheard some of the other girls taking about it after gym once. Big… uh, assets, meant big pain, and none of those girls were quite as… favored as Katyusha. Matthew sat back slightly, having shocked himself. If those girls had pain… Mon Dieu! Katyusha probably felt like her back was going to break or something! What should he do?! How would he do anything? ‘Hey, so I’m guessing your back hurts because of your enormous breasts?’
Yeah, that would go over well…
Matthew bit his lip, trying to hide the cat that ate the canary grin he was suddenly wearing. Reaching out, carefully because he didn’t know if he would hurt her more, he turned her so her back fit against his chest, his arms wrapping around her middle. He savored in the feeling of having her in his arms again, the way she contoured perfectly to him. He took a deep breath, smelling the sweetness of her hair before he released her slightly, moving just enough to maneuver his hands between to her back. Blushing madly, he spoke over her shoulder, “Tell me where it hurts the most.”

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LOL! Have you read that story?

Katyusha had blinked when she'd been pulled into a gentle embrace and had merely acceptated it, having missed this kind of warmth, but breathed in sharply when Matthew placed his hands on her back. The material of her shirt wasn't extremely thick, so she could feel warmth from his fingers seeping to her skin slowly.
The thought of recieving a massage from him turned her cheeks a bright shade of red, and sent little sparks of excitement through her veins. She was a little nervous about it; she could handle hand-holding, hugs, even kisses...but a massage was different. It was hands making there way up and down her back, leaving a relieved sensation if not for a little pain. It was fingertips rubbing gently, moving against tense muscle in a soothing way to leave her in a state of relaxed bliss. You didn't normally see someone massaging another in public... Maybe that's why her curiousity had been peeked at his words.
She always had loved massages...
"...The middle of my back, lower back...shoulders...." She responded with a soft murmur, shifting to make herself comfortable. Guilt from before was still wavering, but she would rather focus on the task about to come.

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LOL Yes. I have. <3

Matthew crossed his legs, sitting sideways on the couch, tongue poking out the side of his mouth as he concentrated on doing this right. The very last thing he needed to do was screw up her back even more by doing something stupid.
… Or getting slapped for something equally stupid.
Okay, he could do this.
He moved his hands to her shoulders, figuring the best way to do this would be to work from top to bottom. His blushing just about blew a gasket when he felt the straps of her bra.
Come on, be a man. It’s just a bra.
But it’s Katyusha’s bra…
It’s through her clothes, you pervert, now focus!
Right. Focus.
Matthew pressed his thumb carefully but firmly into her back, brows creasing as he applied more pressure. He hoped he was doing it properly, having no experience with massages before this. He was guessing by the way Katyusha was slowly relaxing he was doing something right. After a while his bright red face had dulled to a faint pink, that comfortable bubble that surrounded Katyusha having pulled him in and calmed his nerves. He was growing more confident, paying attention to the little noises she made when he came across a sore spot or unraveled a knot.
He continued down her back, putting extra attention on the particularly nasty snarls he came across, until he came to the bottom, pleased with his work. Once again he pulled her to his chest, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“Better?” Matthew grinned at her nod. “Good, because now, I do believe, you owe me a favor. And that favor’s going to be: Let me buy you dinner?”

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Sneaky Matt is sneaky! <3
Sorry, I couldn't help it lol
Night~!

Katyusha closed her eyes once he started, tensing up a little but not saying anything about it. At the first amount of pressure, she bit her lip at the soreness of her muscles but soon enough her whole body was much more relaxed. Matthew's hesitant movements flowed easier with time and she found herself just trying to keep track of her breathing. She'd hum in approval when a knot was fully undone despite the fact that the little noises she made embarressed her - whether out of pain or relief - that didn't stop them from forming. She watched her breathing because, once he hit the right spot, her breathing would hitch slightly and she'd have to regain control. Breath...just...let him do this... It felt really good anyways... Finally, being pulled back into his arms with his work done, she let out a long sigh. He hadn't seemed very confident, but she felt a lot better now...
Then her eyes fluttered open at his comment and she blinked, frowning. "Y...You did that on purpose...!" Her protest didn't have much fire to it so she pouted, her cheeks still full of colour. Looking at Matthew out of the corner of her eye, she closed her eyes again and remained silent for a few long moments before answering, "...Alright...I'll let you...b-but don't spend too much!" She wore a small defeated smile, opening her eyes. She really didn't want him to have to spend money on her, but she figured he wouldn't stop worrying about it and that was the last thing she wanted.
Tilting her head to press a shy kiss to his cheek, she began blushing even more and snuggled into him for now. It was her way of telling him she was thankful for all his fretting. It reminded her that she needed to take care of herself for the sake of others AND herself. She felt a little foolish whenever she forgot that fact, but brushed the nagging guilt away to the back of her mind.

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Ohoho, look at him go. <3

Matthew’s eyes widened at the sensation of her soft lips pressing to his cheek. He’d given up on not blushing as it seemed impossible to stop himself whenever he was around Katyusha.
He was a little surprised at the irritation she showed, not liking the idea of him spending money. He’d never seen her get angry before, and he was captivated by the way her eyes flashed and her lips pressed into a cute little line. As sweet as she was, Matthew had a strange inkling that Katyusha could be quite scary if ever really provoked. He hoped that hidden fury was never directed at him...
“Sorry,” Matthew apologized automatically as he always did. He felt slightly guilty for manipulating her like that but he just wanted to help. And if tricking her meant a dinner date together, then he’d have to try it more often.
It’s not a date.
Matthew’s arms tightened around her, a small sigh escaping his lungs. It’s true, they’d confessed to liking one another in more romantic terms, but neither of them had said more on the subject. Were they dating? Was it exclusive? Did that make Katyusha his… girlfriend? Holding her like this he couldn't even fathom the idea of someone else cradling her, kissing her. Matthew cursed his shyness, but he was nervous. What if he asked her to be his girlfriend and she said no? Would things get all weird between them? He couldn’t bare that. He’d not ask at all and enjoy what they have rather than risk losing any part of it.
He studied her profile from the corner of his peripheral vision, feeling the way she made herself comfortable against his chest.
He’d push away the worry for now and simply enjoy the quiet with the shy girl who had him wrapped around her little finger.

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Gosh I'm a cheese-aholic

Katyusha moved so that her hands were gently holding on to his arms and shifted her gaze to look at Matthew fully. Well, the most she could look at him from the position she was in anyways. Her smile from before transformed into a more impish one, tugging on one side of her lips, and she let out a soft sigh. She had a guess as to why he was apologizing but didn't say anything. She couldn't stay mad at him anyways. Because of the whirlwind of events that brought them together and brought out a confession...she'd decided to do her best to do things RIGHT.
This was her first time in a relationship, so it was natural for her to be nervous over it. She was MORE than nervous, though; she was dead scared of losing him. He treated her like a person, and not just a pretty little toy. She didn't want to lose the feeling of being needed for something. There was always family, but...everyone knew it just wasn't the same kind of love.
Snapping herself out of her bubble, she tightened her grip on Matthew's arms and brought herself back to the reality of the situation. So, he'd be taking her out for dinner tonight. It sounded very nice... Panick began to rise in her as question after question filtered through. D-Do I have to dress up? Is it going to be a fancy dinner? W-What does he want to do?
Is this an actual date?
With her Matthew?
Ducking her head to hide the new growing heat of her cheeks, she swallowed and rebuked herself inwardly. She shouldn't be saying "HER Matthew"! That was rude and possesive and----
And with that, she was back in her bubble.

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You should call the help line. *pats back*
...
Maybe I should, too.
LOLOL OTL
>w>

Matthew’s eyes, that had become lazily half closed as he rested his chin on her shoulder, fluttered open feeling her grip tighten. Her face had turned bright pink again and he cocked an eyebrow inquiring why but she didn’t answer. Maybe she’d changed her mind about the dinner? After all, she looked so tired. Perhaps all she wanted to do was grab a snack and call it a night.
Well there went his idea of a nice, lavish dinner. Matthew briefly contemplated the cafeteria but quickly shot that down thinking of the “Mystery Meat Casserole” they were serving today. Okay, so he had to compromise his plans to include a quick, delicious dinner not too far from campus. He could do that.
The imaginary light bulb flickered to life over his head.
About a block east, there was a charming out of the way diner that Matthew had stumbled across once during his first year while trying to find the Tim Horton’s. The food was good and not particularly expensive so that would hopefully make Katyusha happy- even though he really didn’t mind spending the money (honestly he’d spend every penny he had on her if she wanted, he thought pathetically). It was his best option- if she didn’t mind. Then later, when she was feeling up to it, he’d spring the fancy evening meal in a 5 star restaurant.
“How do you feel about a 1950’s diner?” he asked.

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Gah the idea is lame ><

Matthew's question prodded at her anxious little bubble and she was, once again, pulled back into reality. It took a few seconds for the words to register and she looked down at his arms around her, thinking it over. She'd heard of a small diner like that, but had never actually seen it. It sounded different, but interesting. Besides, she didn't think she'd be able to hold out much longer with how much her stomach was screaming "Feed me, woman!!".
Looking back at him and nodding, she anwered shyly, "Th-That sounds fine." Flashing him a quick smile, she made herself comfortable again, fiddling with his sleeve. After a few minutes, she choked out her own question. "When...do you want to leave?" She knew it wouldn't be a super late night out; she didn't think Matthew was one to do that anyways. Assuming that he knew about the times for when it was open, she let the question hang in the air waiting for him to grab it and throw out an answer.

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Short reply is way too short, sorry. *crawls into a hole*

“We can go now if you want,” Matthew said, freeing one hand in order to shake back his sleeve to see the time on his watch before tucking his arm back around her. “It’s open ‘till late but we’ll have to get back before curfew.”
He paused, thinking about the thinness of Katyusha’s shirt and how this had been a particularly chilly October. It probably wouldn’t be long until they got snow. He himself didn’t mind the cold, but he thought of her shivering and inwardly cringed.
“Maybe we should stop by the dorms and grab a couple of jackets before we head out.” Matthew tried unsuccessfully to gauge how tired she was, because if she wanted to stay here at the school he could run out and get her something.
He didn’t want to let go of her, hanging onto her middle until the very last second when he was forced to uncoil his arms to stand. He already missed the soft warmth.
Holding out his hand to her, he gave her a happy smile, showing her that he was glad she’d accepting his date-but-not-really-a-date date.

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Well mine's short too. Brain just kaput X_x

Glancing off to the side, Katyusha took his hand and stood up, returning his smile with the addition of her blush. As they began to walk towards the dorms, she hesitantly prodded his fingers with hers, asking silently for permission to hold his hand. Trying to ignore her goosebumps from the cold - and possibly from a few other factors - she smiled up at Matthew again, staying close. "That sounds good. L-Let's be quick, okay..?" She spoke the last part more softly out of embarressment; she couldn't help it that was happy to be with him. It'd been a long time since they'd done something, so wasn't it only natural for her to want to savour the time with him?
Besides, she was a bit eager for this...date? Night out? Well, either or, she was still a little glad that he'd offered to take her out. It was kind of him.
She still didn't want to be spoiled, though.
To be honest, it felt odd if she WAS spoiled. It had never happened before, with all of her work.
Well, you're already experiencing so many things...might as well go with the flow. Right...?
Nearing the dorms at this point, she gave his hand a quick squeeze then reluctantly let go. Giving him a quick smile, she practically sprinted to grab a sweater to throw on. A few minutes passed and she ran almost the whole way back. Laughing a little sheepishly at her own behaviour, she regrouped with Matthew asking, "Are you going to go get something...?"

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I present to you, cheese! *crawls away*

Matthew grinned goofily, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck as he watched her run off to gather what she needed, his hand still tingling where she’d touched it.
God he was turning into such a girl.
It was a quick jog to his own dorm to grab his hoodie, pulling it over his head as he headed back to wait for her. He sighed in frustration, flattening his static hair and fixed his glasses, wanting to look presentable when Katyusha returned and not like he’d stuck his finger in a socket. Matthew looked up at the bubbly sound of her laughter, unable to stop himself from smiling to.
It was a knee-jerk reaction to take lace her fingers with his when she returned.
“Nope, I’m ready to go if you are,” Matthew answered, unable to get rid of the pink in his cheeks as they walked towards the door.
It wasn’t long until they were off school grounds, strolling towards the diner at a reasonable but relaxed pace. He’d been right about it being chilly. The cold bit at his face and caused his breath to puff out in a plume. Matthew loved the sting in his lungs like he was breathing clean air after being stuck in a stuffy school all day. That, and it looked absolutely beautiful on Katyusha. Her cheeks had turned a bright red not from blushing for once, as did the tip of her nose thanks to the nippy breeze. He could feel her hand in his grip growing cold so he tucked it into the front pocket of his bunny-hug, hoping it helped. As much as the chill relaxed him (oddly enough), Matthew was happy when they finally entered the diner, feeling the warm air engulf them. Katyusha seemed happy to be inside again.
Matthew led her to a booth by the window tucked in the corner and slid in across from her.
A waitress appeared soon after. “What can I get for you?”
Pulling his eyes from Katyusha’s enchanting heart-shaped face, he blushed and gestured for her to go first.

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sahf;shfsh I couldn't think of anything else ><

As they entered the building, warmth flooded her senses and Katyusha took a moment to look around. It was quaint, but well kept. It had a nice atmosphere and everything felt very...very...she couldn't find the words for it, but she liked it so far. When Matthew guestured over at her, she blinked and looked back down at the menu infront of her. Stuttering a little, she simply ordered herself a pulled-pork sandwhich with a side of soup, along with some water, and then let Matthew order whatever he wanted. Looking around again, she tried to take in the details she saw inside. She was still warming up from the chill weather, but it didn't bother her. Her stomach, once again, growled at her when she caught a wiff of the smell of food, but she did her best in ignoring it for the time being.
Once the waitress was gone, her gaze met with eyes and she smiled a little, while all the while small bothersome thoughts popped up in her head. Was this really a date? It was just the two of them...but was it like a date-date? Would people think it was a date? ...Why did she care what people saw? Was she too concious of herself?
Are we even...together?
Pushing the thought away and remembering little pieces of recent events, she nibbled on the inside of her cheek and came to a conclusion that made her face heat up. They...were. They were a couple at this point.
...Right?
"I...didn't know there was a place like this here...it's nice." she commented softly, fiddling with the fork laid out.

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Nnnnggghhh, more cheese. Read and be pleeeeeased.
...Poo, now I'm hungry for a sammich. :C

“Yeah,” Matthew agreed, taking off his glasses to wipe them clean before placing them back on his nose. “I used to stop here last year when I was too stressed out. It’s nice to have someone to eat with…” He gave a short breathless laugh.
Date? Not a date? Maybe a date? Maybe not a date?
The silence grew awkward and he played with the hem of his shirt. Clearing his throat quietly, Matthew shifted in his seat. “I can’t believe it’s the end of October already. Seems like just yesterday it was the first day of school…”
He licked his lips, opening his mouth to ask if she’d seen the posters for the Halloween party- more specifically if she was thinking about going, but backed out last second.
What if she was going, but already had someone else to go with?
The idea ripped his heart in half but who was he to stop her? He muttered a meek thank you to the waitress as she brought their food, desperate to think up a way of bringing up the subject of the party and to pluck up the courage to ask her to be his date.

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It's so SHORT! *wallows in shame*

"Mhm...time sure goes by...and it gets cold fast." Katyusha laughed a little, greatful that Matthew had suggested warmer clothing. She would've frozen on the walk here.
Nodding her thanks to the waitress, she took a bite from the sandwhich and her face brightened up a little. It was good! She hadn't had food like this in the longest time and she already felt herself feeling better. She'd merely been ignoring her hunger because of her weariness and when she'd wake up, it'd seem like nothing was wrong. Maybe she was a lot more worn out than she thought... Swallowing a spoonful of soup, she looked back over at Matthew. "Ah...so...w-what've you been doing all this time...?"
She was hungry, but she didn't want to seem like a pig. Anything but that.
Besides, a little conversation wouldn't hurt.

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S'ok~ C:
FFFFF--This is total crap, sorry. ;_;

Matthew watched her eat from across the table, sipping at the coffee he’d ordered and occasionally taking bites of his food. Some of the color was returning to her face and her eyes brightened, lightening partly those dark circles beneath them. It made him morbidly curious as to how long she’d gone without a proper meal.
He shrugged one shoulder at her question. “Thinking about y-…” His face filled with color, horrified. “Studying. Lots of… studying.” Well it was partly true. The teachers had been handing out so much work it made his head spin sometimes, and if it was this bad in the second year, then he mourned the poor third years. How did she do it? Matthew stared down at the dark liquid in his cup, frowning. Obviously she had a hard time getting in a meal between work and school and more work. She had no idea how much he respected her for her for that, for working so hard. It almost felt like he was only half a man around her sometimes. Maybe that’s why he compensated by buying things for her, by being there whenever she needed him. She worked so hard and all he did was buy her dinner. He was pathetic.
“So are you excited for Halloween?” he asked tentatively, glancing sideways out the window.

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Pffft I don't know anymore *dies*