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Blink
Never she had thought that one day a man like him would go barging in their club room to seek for her help, it was mostly surprising and also intriguing that he was there to talk about confession of his feelings, which before he had done without reluctance.
She was busy looking at their old club's files when the door opened and slammed closed with a loud thud. Nami jerked from her seat and looked over the pile of papers in front of her. "Ugh, you scared me. What are you doing here?"
He looked at her in the eyes and confided his problem. Nami stared at him, an 'o' shaping on her lips when the man finished his narration. She crunched her nose and thought about it.
Never she had thought that one day a man like him would go barging in their club room to seek for her help, it was mostly surprising and also intriguing that he was there to talk about confession of his feelings, which before he had done without reluctance. Whatever the reason of this poor guy in front of her it was something too serious and significant.
Nami rethought about it, what factor would make this man to cower and hesitate. She couldn't think of any reason, it was so sudden and unbelievable, her mind still couldn't accept the earlier episode. She sighed, a pair of sapphire eyes staring at him. Is he joking? Maybe she would just go along with this joke of his and be done with it. "Fine, Tsuchiura, why don't you just say it directly. Well, you've done that before, didn't you?"
The green head pianist grumbled and ruffled his hair. "I've tried to do that, but it didn't work. I'm trying to do that but she won't let me."
"In what way?"
"She either ignores or mocks me. Sometimes, it feels like she's doing that on purpose..." he paused. "She does."
A sudden thumped of realization washed over Nami's concentration. She heaved a deep exhale and calmed her suddenly rapidly beating heart. What was she thinking? It was a coincidence. Seiso wasn't just a school, nor it was small. It was big enough to accommodate general students and music students alike. There is a vast number of girls out there he could choose from and could have likened. It was just impossible.
The conversation was taking Nami's time, she noted. She still has to finish moving the files in her desk to their respective boxes and there were still notes she needed to expound to produce scrumptious articles. To end their little chat, Nami drawled out her opinion, being certain it was no way he was talking about her. Not once, never, not a chance. It was like mixing oil and water. It wouldn't happen. "If you can't express it through word, just kiss her." she jokingly said with a smile as she continued organizing the files in front of her. Silently praying he'd accept the advice and go with his own business.
There was a silence. First, there was a rustle and the next thing Nami knew it was already raining with papers and a man placing a quick peck on her lips. It was too fast a blink would have missed it.