Maybe

He stretches his hands over his head, the fabric of his uniform pulling with the movement. On the pavement below him a herd of friends exit the school, not bothering to glance up at the boy on the roof who watches them so intently.

"Who are you stalking now, Len?" He turns lazily to the voice, his friend, a girl in his class, her short blonde hair reflecting the light of the afternoon sun. With a half-hearted huff he looks back at the retreating figures.

"Just some girls," he responds. The teenager comes up beside him and follows his gaze, shaking her head.

"Miku Hatsune," she declares, noting the long blue locks of one of the students. "You've got your eye on her now?" Len shrugs, not responding. She stares expressionlessly after the girl even after the last strand of her fantastic hair vanishes around a corner. "Why don't you just go talk to her?" Her voice is curious, factual.

He sighs, folding his arms and leaning against the railing. "Rin, you know I never get girls." He blows a strand of golden hair out of his eyes, his gaze staying trained on the clouds beyond it. "What's the point in going after them if I'm just gonna get called 'cute' and patted on the head. That's all they ever do." She is quiet next to him for a moment but then leans down to rest against the barrier beside him.

"Maybe you never get girls because you can never tell when they like you," she ponders. He shakes his head.

"No, I can tell. Gosh Rin," he laughs. "I think I would know if someone was into me." She smiles slightly and lids her eyes halfway.

"Maybe you don't get them because they see how you treat girls that like you." She retaliates and he frowns.

"But I always treat them nicely. Or I would anyway," He adds awkwardly. She sighs and pulls her arms back from over the rail, staring ahead.

"Well, I could disagree." She rubs her wrist with one hand and pulls back the sleeve, checking the time on her watch and speaking nonchalantly. "You're not very nice to me."

His mouth is glued shut, suddenly very dry. He blinks rapidly, trying to think of something to say. Suddenly she reaches down and grabs her backpack, discarded at her feet. "It's late. I have to go now."

"Right, see you tomorrow," Len mutters apprehensively, watching her out of the corner of his eye. She doesn't turn around to stare longingly at him, not even a trace of red hints her cheeks. Everything she said was crisp and clean, her actions smooth and unruffled. Now she walks away without any uneasiness or sign of the feelings she just declared. Her hips have the usual sway, her arms moving with her walk.

He notices something as she reaches the roof access and opens the door. He sees how her hand grips the metal, practically leaving score marks across the surface, but it quickly releases and she gives out a breath before beginning her descent down the stairs.

Maybe, he thinks as her footsteps die out and he looks off across the neighborhood skyline again.

Just maybe.


A/N: I don't know, okay? Just some random idea that occurred to me as i was thinking of someone (pft, crush? What crush?). Also I really wanted to write but not a lot, so this is the result! Review please!