Welcome to my first more-than-5-chapters fic! I have a certain romance with angst and unrequited love, so that's what the center is here. I realize the high school romance is a little cliché, but I think we can go somewhere else with this… somewhere creepier and angstier. It'll be a hormone ride for Lulu at least. Lelouch with a crush on Suzaku is something I love (even though I barely support the ship haha)

I realize this is a SuzaLulu fic (albeit unrequited), but I'm a ridiculous Euphemia fan, so I'd appreciate refraining from bashing her in reviews! That's something that seems to happen… ;o;'

Without further ado, let's get started. Please read and review! I need crits.

Year One
Semester 1

There's a limp book in his lap and the wind is threatening to tear it from his weak fingers. A slight shiver had run through his body despite the warm weather. Sun did little help on a windy day. Despite his disinterest, Kallen had dragged him along to watch the boys' soccer try-outs. Awkward and silent, Lelouch knew very few ways to protest Kallen's stubbornness, and he succeeded that he would tag along. ((The tomboy and the too-smart emo; strange friends, but close nonetheless.)) He knows she wants to prepare for her own tryouts next week, though her mumbling reveals her true feelings, "What's he doing... That form is all wrong... Pathetic..."

And Lelouch reads on, pretending to be engrossed in his vocabulary book. It is a weak attempt, as the boys and men along the field will seemingly never stop shouting. The words are too simple and he would've passed without ever having studied.

He looks up to watch, interested by nothing until a flash of determined green caught his eye. Focusing on this boy, Lelouch found his logic had evaporated. While most others their age were awkward and bent and shy and still growing into their hands and feet, this boy fit himself well. His long limbs are taut and sure… his large hands grasping at air strangely normal. All shades of tan and clad in green, this boy is a blur on that field and Lelouch watches him so, so closely. This boy was all too different from him and all too interesting. Who is that, who is it? He's so sure of himself out there. Lelouch never watches anyone else.

It was an hour before they remove themselves from the bleachers, lanky legs bumping once or twice.
Kallen was angry inside, and Lelouch was confused.

That boy, stepping off the field, lost his confidence. Out of his element. Shoulders slumped and sweat still beading, he blends back into the group of pubescents. Lelouch cranes his neck and quickens his pace.

"wait..."

But he's soon gone, and Lelouch's posture falters. Kallen glances down at her friend, and that twisted expression of conflict that he never revealed to her….

"You okay, Lelouch?"

He shakes his head violently and it's a murder of crows in the wind.

"It's nothing."

It simply has to become nothing because the teen with violet eyes doesn't know when he'll see this hiding boy again.