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"Sister Y/n, why is this mister so tall?" Izuru blurted out as he stared at Alhaitham. You tried your best to suppress your laugh. 

"Why do you ask me? You should be asking him that." You replied back earning a glare from the man. Izuru only nodded in approval and looked back at Alhaitham.

Alhaitham only had a staring contest at Izuru.

"Well, why are you so tall, Mister?" Izuru asked as he tilt his head slightly in confusion. 

"Genes." He bluntly answered back expecting a little child to understand whatever he meant.

"What are they?" Izuru asked back once more. Alhaitham only paused for a moment trying to bring up the most simplest definition for a child.

"A blueprint of your body."  

"Blueprint? Aren't they used by architects to build?" 

At this moment, Alhaitham could only sharply inhale as he wasn't fond of answering incessant, meaningless questions. That had been his demeanor ever since the start; he hated to talk too much over academic things and only believed in the articles that were proved. 

...But also considering the fact, Izuru was a child, Alhaitham had to process for a while more. To come up with an explainable answer.

"They are also used by cells to build an organism. You'll learn it when you're older." 

"Are you an architect? How do you know about those things called genes being blueprints?" Izuru once more questioned that left Alhaitham silent for a while. This was your chance to interrupt as you did not want Alhaitham to go explaining a mere seven year old about genetics.

"They—" Alhaitham was immediately cut off by you. 

"Izuru let's play Throwball! I'm bored and I want to do something entertaining!" You pulled Izuru away from Alhaitham and started dribbling the small playable ball. Alhaitham only gave you a side-eyed glance for a moment and pulled out his book, looking for a place to sit peacefully.

Well until, you held his cape and pulled him back. 

"Where do you think you're going?" You asked with a threatening smile plastered all over you face. 

Alhaitham responded casually. "I'm off to get some peace and quiet to read a book." 

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Reading a book 'peacefully' was what he initially planned but now, he stood across the other end of a temporary net, all alone. On the opposite side, you and Izuru were ready to start the match of throwball. 

"I don't want to do this. I'm not good at sports." Alhaitham said his opinion out freely, with a dissatisfied huff. 

"Izuru did you hear anything?" You responded back in slight sarcasm but little did the boy know as he was about to answer you. He was immediately silenced by you.

Alhaitham continued to stare back at you in an unamused manner as he was least interested in the sport. As a child, he had only spent majority of his time in his personal study with books scattered everywhere, while you spent days as a child, playing around with kids in Port Ormos.

You were getting prepared to play by stretching you arms and getting rid of the stiff feeling as you ignored Alhaitham's personal claim to be a 'feeble scholar'. You knew he clearly wasn't 'feeble' at all, in fact the events of the late just proves your point— he had enough strength to wield a blade and a vision, simultaneously. 

As he kept endlessly stating his false claims, You took the temari ball into the palm of your hand and threw it over to his side. Unfortunately the shot was not as strong as you wanted it to be but it went right at Alhaitham, who had his eyes closed and arms crossed; little aware of the ball that was right in his direction.

The scribe only opened his eyes milliseconds prior to the ball hitting his gut in the worst way possible. Izuru and you gasped, seeing this unravel within five seconds that felt like an eternity. What a chaotic series of event it was so far. 

After the impact, Alhaitham nearly sat down on his knees firmly holding the place where he just got hit. You noticed he trembled a little. 

"Oh no big sis Y/n, I think you've killed him!" Izuru said in a dramatic way while you ran towards him. He raised his hands and motioned you to halt. 

He looked at you through his half lidded eyes as he opened his mouth to speak. "We...We'll play." 

That was not a statement, it was a challenge. 

He got back up on his feet and picked the ball up that rolled away on his side of the court as you walked back to your side of the court. Patting some dust off his pants, you felt a shiver run behind your back.

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To say he was feeble, indeed turned out to be a pure lie. An hour or two nearly passed and you're standing across the net, panting and gasping for breath, while Alhaitham stood there. Not even a single bead of sweat rolled down his face. 

In fact, shortly after you threw the ball into his gut, he began retaliating back by throwing the ball at a taller altitude or sometimes throwing it randomly across the court area, making you run all over your court side. 

As Izuru was a child, he was short. He only stood away in fear of getting hit by the two taller adults who were currently playing the game in a violent manner. He sat down by a tree and ultimately fell asleep there. 

It was already evening and you were finally done bringing the match to a draw. Your legs and hands hurt from running around and violently throwing and hitting the ball back and forth for hours. 

You sat down by the tree, next to Izuru taking a rest. That's when you realized Izuru was in deep sleep and you did not want to disturb him but it was also getting late, which meant he had to return home.

"Shouldn't he get back home now?" Alhaitham asked as walked over towards where you sat. He glanced at the peacefully sleeping Izuru.

"He looks too deep in sleep to be woken up." You said as you poked his cheek and saw how the little boy had a slightly uncomfortable face for a moment.

"Well then, I suppose you could drop him off." 

"My arms and back hurt from playing. I'm sure a feeble scholar is strong enough to carry a mere child." You said to Alhaitham who only gave you a slightly annoyed look.

"Fine." He mumbled in a low tone. You were slightly surprised how Alhaitham very quickly agreed with you. 

Slightly chuckling to yourself, you asked "What made the boring scribe agree to my wish all of a sudden today?" 

He only looked at you. "I only need to carry this child back to his home, not you. Logically speaking, carrying a seven year old child is much easier than carrying a fully grown adult." 

Somehow, you visualized Alhaitham carrying you on his back which made your cheeks burn from embarrassment. You slapped yourself twice in disbelief. 

"What the hell Y/n, you aren't supposed to think about such things!" Your inner thoughts kept scolding you. 

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a/n : Time to end this book already 6-8 more chapters to go :) Thank you for the support, ily/p