A/N: Just trying something new...! I wrote this after the Kagerou Days episode, but only finished it now...
You've been through these days; once, twice, thrice and ever counting -
And you're sure that you've stopped caring because you're sure to be miscounting.
He doesn't understand your words, your dreams, and all the times you've spoken…
But you suppose that's because he believes you've only just awoken.
Every time you awake, the pattern repeats all the same.
Every day and every dream ends with you screaming out his name.
"Please don't die", "not this time", "no-one ever hears me cry";
"Hibiya, please", "It's alright, someone please just tell me why."
Because on August 15, you know when the cicadas start to sing.
You know that you'll be together then, and you'd call him 'disgusting'.
It's like a script that you rehearsed for years, this conversation's getting old;
Yet you just can't bring yourself to leave that body lying cold.
"Konoha." He speaks again, "What a strange guy, don't you think?"
You roll your eyes, 'not this again', and you make your face go pink.
"He's the coolest guy I ever met, don't think you can compare!"
And wow, how many times have you seen that crestfallen stare?
It's a sickening little cycle, and you know it now by heart.
You know it ends when he departs – one step, two steps too far.
"Serves you right." You heard his voice, his smirk, he saved you once again.
It wasn't spoken to you, but it hurt you even then.
You became a little jaded girl, "Hiyori, why so cruel?"
"When this kingdom comes crashing down, I'm the only one who'll rule."
"Hiyori! Hiyori, Hiyori", the way he says it makes you stop.
If only, if only, if only, with Hibiya, you could swap.
There's something strange about the way you see him more and more
It's somewhat of a surprise when you find it's not quite a bore.
When did this start? This feeling? This wishing he was fine?
Since when did you look more at him than at the tall street signs?
You suppose you'd never figure it out – your time is running low.
You know what you have to do now, you know, you know, you know.
A mission you had made it, to bring an end to this sad tale.
No matter what, no matter what, this time you couldn't fail.
The sun was blazing; clouds were racing, high up in the sky;
"You know, I guess I really don't much like the summertime."