o1. Orange
"Rima."
"…"
"Rima."
"…"
He poked her. She ignored it.
"Rima."
She whipped around, glaring angrily at him. Beautiful cerulean eyes. "What?"
"There's something wrong." It was statement, not a question.
She shook her head. "It's nothing." Bell-like voice.
"It's something," he emphasized, moving slightly closer, their arms barely touching. Warm, so warm.
She chewed on her lips then sighed. Full and pink lips. "Hanabusa teased me—" Shiki made a noise that sounded like a growl. "—about my hair. He told me that it was too orange."
He suddenly stood up and walked to the door, lips taut, fists clenched, and knuckles white.
"Wait. Shiki, where are you going?"
"To fix Hanabusa's eyesight—by punching him in the face."
Disclaimer: VK belongs to Matsuri Hino, not me, sadly.
A/N: It's short. I like the ending. Written on impulse. May become a series of oneshots. Review are appreciated.