To any passerby, the blue-haired teenager lying in the park appeared enthralled by the throes of sleep, dreaming away the school day in a comfortable, sun-warmed doze. His slim arms cushioned his head and his eyes lay closed, basking in the afternoon sun. In truth, the young man lied awake, his mind hyperactively analyzing the memories of the day before. A warm breeze caressed his hair, bringing with it the evanescent scent of strawberries. Languorously, his blue eyes opened as flashes of pink and amber danced through his mind, catalyzed by the sweet smell.
The girl with the unnaturally pink hair. The brat with not one, but three chara eggs. Amu. A lazily satisfied smirk graced his lips. What a pleasant surprise. The gothic Lolita trying so hard to portray a tough, punk persona had fallen into his lap like the clumsy child she hid beneath the façade, then blushed so innocently when she realized where she fell. In a position most girls vied for, she sat soft and light, contrasting the unpleasant heaviness that usually accompanied the situation, and smelling of birth.
Surprise and embarrassment rolled off her body in waves, noticed only by his heightened senses, putting his body into overdrive. In his chara change, he almost covered his nose to block out her intense scent. One undertone of the scent continued to conquer his mind now, days after the fiasco occurred. The moment he touched her, teasing her, looking for her eggs, the scent shifted prominently, becoming as clear as day. A part of him was bothered that someone in elementary school could produce a scent that heady and feminine. She was too young, too innocent, yet her body reacted to his wantonly, luring him in.
Rolling onto his side, he sighed. She was attractive…for a kid. Hair that weird shade of bubblegum pink, matching her strawberry scent; seductive amber eyes that would cause the inevitable downfall of many men as she grew older; a decent body for someone her age—No, he could not deny the attraction. Her appearance tricked him into thinking her older, until the kiddy king showed up to save the day. Ikuto growled low in his throat and rapidly pushed any thought of that boy from his mind. Her blushing was what got him. Adorably innocent, the blush betrayed her social façade and incited a desire to corrupt her in his chest.
Realizing sleep would continue to elude him, the youth pushed off the ground into a slouched position, resting his arm on a propped up knee, he allowed thoughts of her to invade his mind further. Her facial expressions towards her character, the sight of her struggling in the air, then struggling to stay a balance on the electric line. A chuckle escaped his lips unconsciously. He quickly silenced it and then pushed off the ground, starting a meandering stroll.
Once on the electric line, things got messy. She fell, just to be rescued by the kiddy king. The blazing blush consuming her face said it all, and suddenly Ikuto felt jealousy rearing its ugly head, creating the insatiable urge to cause that blush. Instead, he attacked his childhood friend, playing his role to perfection, concealing his frustration behind teasing. When his attack failed and he got bored, he simply left. He would see them again anyways.
Turning the last corner, he slowed to a halt. In front of him stood the fairy-tale inspired building deemed Seiyo Elementary. He stared at it dully, pondering whether the pinkette remained after hours. Pushing aside thoughts and feelings of yesterday, he walked through the gates towards the building. It was time to make a certain strawberry blush.