It might only be caused by his sexual frustration, after all, he was almost 15 and he had never had a girlfriend in his life. But maybe it was true love, he had known her for a long time, and a few years back, he decided that he felt much more towards her, maybe even love. But now, he was absolutely sure that it was true love: he had never felt this way for any other girl, and he knew that he could only love her.
True love has a way of turning into lust, and that's what he was also feeling now. They hadn't even hooked up, and he was already thinking about her being naked. Like it was his fault, she had a shapely body, which was very appealing to him; full chest, sexy legs, and a way of walking that made him gaze at her until she was out of sight. But it wasn't just her chest or her legs or her butt. Her eyes as well, always catching his own...they were beautiful, deep, intriguing orbs of hazel-shaded spirals...and her lips...soft, moist, and pouted when she saw him. Physical beauty is one thing, personality is another. She was nice, and friendly, and funny, and affectionate, and athletic, and understanding, and sassy, and sweet, and her name proclaimed it all...Hikari. Whenever he heard her name it sounded like a song...or the name a lovely angel, as she seemed to be. Always so kind and smiling sweetly at him...making him blush. So, maybe it was possible that Hikari would take him. After all, maybe she felt the same way. Maybe she loved him too. But he was too shy to ask her, afraid that she might turn him down.
He had seen that other boy, Daisuke, warming to Hikari. Daisuke was his friend, but he couldn't stand it when he would flirt with Hikari. Hikari responded kindly to Daisuke whenever he made a subtle move, so howcome he couldn't do the same thing? He just didn't have the guts...Hikari was very sweet, if he did ask her, and she turned him down, she would reject him kindly, instead of yelling at him and crushing his heart within her fist. But even if she did reject him nicely, it would feel exactly the same as if she rejected him harshly. He just couldn't bring himself to ask her. He figured that just enduring the pain of love and lust for her would be easier than flat out telling her. But it wasn't. It was just as torturous. Just the sound of her name lifted his heart, her sweet laughing resounding like an angel's sigh, her soft penetrating gaze killing him. And if he didn't act soon, Daisuke would get to her first, and he would rather die than see her flirting with another boy.
These thoughts constantly plagued his mind, pushing him into further depression as they took his hope away, preventing him from telling her.
And at this time he was having these thoughts, each time he felt his love for her burning in his heart, it felt as if someone was stabbing his heart with a scorching-hot knife. A blistering pain it was, and the only way to cure it would be to just tell her those three simple words which he dreaded would cause her to reject him.
The telephone suddenly rang.
"I'll get it, dad!" the blond-haired boy's voice yelled through the apartment as his hand dove for the ringing phone. "Hello?" he cautiously brought the receiver to his ear, anticipating the sound of an angel sighing.
"Hi, Takeru!" the caller cheerfully exclaimed.
Only one word could escape from the tortured boy's lips. "Hikari..."