[H3]IKARI[/H3]

Ikari got a little too hopeful that she would leave when he acted like that. She started acting even weirder, said some things, and then he felt a small tap on his desk. The girl was persistent, he'll give her that. When the blond was sure that Misaki had left the place, he slowly peeked above his arms, careful to not raise his head too much. Just centimeters ahead of him was a small object. A candy, to be specific. At this sight, Ikari's lips quirked upwards into a creepy smile, between being angry and just slightly pleased. He hoped no one saw that.

[Color=blue]'Now that's playing dirty, Misaki...'[/color] He thought while lowering his head again, his stomach growling a little. The mighty Ikari, who could fight barehanded against entire gangs and come unscathed, had a weakness for sweets. And this wasn't just any sweet. According to him, it was a 'gift from the gods upon humans'. And it just happened to be his favorite flavor, too. Sweat started running down his head in nervousness, his eyes going to a place from another. With a quick movement of his hand he snatched the candy away, unwrapping it at a blinding speed and placing it on his mouth. Ikari planted his face on his arms, cursing himself for being a sweet addict. [Color=blue]'it's all right, she left the candy in my desk. This doesn't mean absolutely anything!'[/color] He started tapping impatiently hid fingertips on the desk, trying to convince himself that he didn't have a moment of weakness back there...and miserably failing on it.