A/N: Shit. I've been gone for almost a year. Sorry! It's just that I've been lacking inspiration, really. But I'm back now! And that's what matters! So I hope you'll enjoy another Ayushiki fanfiction! PLZ ENJOY ;3

"Yeah so, I don't really want to … see you again," Azusa said, pressing her lips together nervously after she finished her sentence. And there she goes. Another girl, another disappointment. How come nothing ever goes as I hope it does? I don't have enough fingers to count them. The girls I've hoped to start a relationship with, but reject me after I ask them for a 3rd or 4th date. Asuka Takai was different I thought, because I had taken her out on dates almost 6 times already. I had hope, but of course this had to happen. "…Mm." I looked down at my shoes and ran my hand through my hair. "I just don't feel like you're very commited to me," she said. Commited? After 6 dates? She's scared of me. 100 %. Just like all of my former girlfriends. I don't blame them. Sharp silver-eyes and platinum blonde and totally not natural hair would definitely terrify the average japanese woman.

"So like, I have to stop texting you too?" I asked. "Um, yeah," she replied in a tone that said something like "Well, obviously". "Alright… So, bye?"I mumbled. "Bye," she said with a slight smile and walked out of the cafe, leaving her barely touched coffee cup. As well as me.

I sighed and sat back down in my chair. This can't go on. No matter what I do, it always ends like this. It's some kind of norm I can't escape. Yoshiki Kishinuma, a 26 year old music producer with anger issues can never get the girl! I thought my anger issues were completely buried 6 years ago, but during moments like these I can feel it float back up. Choking me.

My phone starts ringing, finally awakening some sort of movement in me. "Huh … Miki again," I muttered under my breath and answered it.

-Hello?

-How did it go?

-How did what go?

-The date! Is it official?

-No.

-Jesus… Did you seriously get dumped? Again?

-Uh-huh.

-What's wrong with you?

-Um…

-No literally, what's wrong with you? I can't see why people wouldn't find you attractive.

-They find me scary. Not attractive.

-Yeah, yeah… Still, get yourself a girlfriend soon.

-Hmph.

-And get yourself a hot chocolate too. For me. Please.

-Huh?

-I'm at your place. Can you?

-Sigh. Sure.

-Thanks onii-san. Seeya!

And I wanted to leave right now. Welp, gotta do everything for lil sis.

The heat from the cup was comforting, despite it being summer and already pretty warm outside. I doubt that's why Miki wants a hot chocolate during summer, though. Actually, I have no idea why. Oh well. Can I go now? I brushed my spiky bangs away from my forehead and was about to make my way to the exit. Until I lightly grazed my eyes over the occupied tables one last time. I noticed someone. Someone who I hadn't seen in forever and never expected to see again. I couldn't even tell if I really wanted to see her or if I was getting sick to my stomach from seeing her.

The long dark-blue locks. The doe-eyes that drowned me everytime I dared to look into them. The petite physique and how scary skinny she was.

My ex-girlfriend from college.

I … I couldn't think straight. Even though we didn't live that far from each other, I hadn't seen her in 6 years. After she dumped me out of nowhere, I tried to contact her several times, but she refused to speak with me. Let alone meet me so that we could talk things out.

My mind was muddled with memories from college. So much so, that I didn't even realize that I had walked over to her. I was staring at her. Harshly. She looked even more shocked than me, but didn't say anything at all.

"…Ayumi?"

She jumped out of her skin. Just as vulnerable as I remembered. Adorable. "U-Um …" she stuttered out. What I really wanted to do was to ask her everything she didn't give me an answer to after we broke up. Attack her with many questions, angrily. "Do it!" I thought to myself. "Make her feel guilty! Make her pity you!"

"…Long time no see, huh?"

I mentally slapped myself. I didn't have the heart to yell at her. Not in a situation like this. She showed me an unsure smile and said: "… Yeah." She avoided my gaze. What was I supposed to do now? Sit down and talk to her more? Or just leave?

"… Can I sit?" I asked. She sighed, but eventually nodded. I sat down with an unusual straight back. Like I was afraid of looking too out of place. I had a lot of catching up to do, for sure.

"So, how have you been?" I asked. "Good," she simply said. "And you?" "Same here," I said, scratching the back of my head. "You haven't changed much." "I don't think I have either," she agreed. Who am I kidding? She has changed a lot. Her um … curves have become a lot more prominent. Her hair is longer. She's gotten slightly tanner and her eyebrows are thicker. She wore more makeup than she did before. I could go on for ages, but all in all … She'd just gotten more mature. Not so much that it came as a shock. If anything … it made me think back on what it really was like, having this woman as my girlfriend when I'd just turned 20. We actually were together for 2 whole years, so I was pretty sure it was going to last for a while.

"Did you eventually get in the music business?" she asked. I nodded. "I'm a full-time producer now at Studio Lumi," I said proudly. She smiled. "I'm a computer engineer," she said. So typical of her. She was always the smart kid. I'd never been one. "So you're … bringing in the dough, huh?" I said, grinning. She rolled her eyes and somewhat laughed. "I do get payed, but not tons. I enjoy it, though," she answers. I smiled. It's an unwritten rule that all interaction with an ex is destined to be horrible, but this wasn't so bad. Mainly because we didn't talk about our relationship. The more I talked to her, the more I started to remember from our time in college. I even remember the day before she dumped me … Ugh, it makes me so guilty even to this day. She never said why she broke up with me, but I always assumed it was because of what I did the day before. This is dangerous. If this goes on, I'll definitely …

Crap.

I want to ask her out.

I know, I can't! She's an ex and she was the one who broke up with me! She's not into me, but … Seeing her now, all womanly and seductive, but still her adorable, smart and kind self… It makes me remember why I developed a crush on her in the first place.

"Ayumi … Maybe if you're free, we could go-

"Sorry for the wait, Ayumi!"

The voice of a cheerful sounding man immediately made alarms go off in my mind. A friend? A relative? Pft, who am I kidding … I'm just making a venomous trap for myself if I keep tricking myself with lies like this.

A man who looked around my age with brown hair, matching big eyes and tanner skin came towards us with a big childish smile plastered across his face. Ayumi turned around towards him with … the sweetest smile I'd ever seen on her.

Ayumi remembered me and said: "Ah Satoshi. This is a friend of mine from college, Yoshiki Kishinuma." Friend, huh. Ouch. "Ah, pleasure to meet you!" he said and and stretched out his hand towards me. I hesitantly shook it. "I'm Satoshi Mochida!" Hmph. He's ridicoulosly childish. What's with this guy?

"Cough … Yoshiki, Satoshi is my fiance".

That hurt even worse than hearing her refer to me as a "friend from college". Ayumi. Ayumi who used to be mine and who I was just about to ask out was engaged? And to someone who was completely different from me? I unconciously looked down on her tiny pale hand and finally noticed it. A silver ring with a round diamond on it.

"Ah … Congratulations," I said with a forced smile. "Thank you so much! Oh Ayumi, have you invited him to the college reunion party tomorrow?" Mochida asked Ayumi. Uh … What? College reunion party? I looked at Ayumi who had an annoyed look on her face. Hold on … So they're having a college reunion and she didn't even invite me? Does she hate me that much?!

"I did," Ayumi said and smiled at me. "Right, Yoshiki?" That sneaky little vixen. Guess I have to play along. "Well yeah, but I can't really remember where and when," I said. She seemed pleased. "Our house at 8 PM. I'll text you the address later. If I may have your number, that is," she said. "Alright," I said. "Can't wait!" Mochida's arms were neatly wrapped around Ayumi's shoulders, making it hard for me not to imagine my own arms around her.

Stop.

Stop it.

I didn't notice it then, but the hot chocolate had already become cold.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! UNTIL NEXT CHAPTER ;3