[He wasn't sure how 'Leave me alone' could be misinterpreted as 'Follow me around relentlesly' instead, but apparently that was what ended up happening after his run-in with the kid who claimed to be part of the Phantom Thieves. Eisuke had no intention of joining them, had even told him so, so he's not sure why he can see a familiar blond blatantly sneaking a peek at them at practice.
He tried to ignore him at first, pretend he didn't exist. Maybe if he did that, the guy would take a hint and go away. Except, he sucks at being stealthy for a phantom thief, so bad that everyone not only noticed, but Fuwa had the gall to grab him around the shoulder and whisper loudly about what they should be doing about the stalker. Do they need to report them to school? No, he's not a pervert, ugh, just ignore him, no I'm not your mother what the hell--
In the end, no one can hit their targets, and everyone kept looking at him and the guy in hiding. He's not sure why everyone thinks this is his fault, but he can't have this bastard ruining his practice each time when regionals was so close.
So he does the first thing that comes in mind when he approaches him.
He slams a hand on the wall next to his head, glowering at him as he corners him against the wall of the storage building he had been hiding behind.]
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He tried to ignore him at first, pretend he didn't exist. Maybe if he did that, the guy would take a hint and go away. Except, he sucks at being stealthy for a phantom thief, so bad that everyone not only noticed, but Fuwa had the gall to grab him around the shoulder and whisper loudly about what they should be doing about the stalker. Do they need to report them to school? No, he's not a pervert, ugh, just ignore him, no I'm not your mother what the hell--
In the end, no one can hit their targets, and everyone kept looking at him and the guy in hiding. He's not sure why everyone thinks this is his fault, but he can't have this bastard ruining his practice each time when regionals was so close.
So he does the first thing that comes in mind when he approaches him.
He slams a hand on the wall next to his head, glowering at him as he corners him against the wall of the storage building he had been hiding behind.]
What do you think you're doing?
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I'M BACK .... sry for disappearing, work was kicking my ass ;;