HELLO~ This is Psychoticauthor and I'm back with a new fanfic~ This is a fanfic for Orange (TAKANO Ichigo) which centers on Suwa, because I love him and he deserves someone... HE DESERVES TO BE HAPPY! Please, please, please try and read this fanfic~ And comment if you like it, quite okay, or meh ~
The school bell rung. Classes were already done for the day while club activities were just starting. But in a now empty classroom, her eyes roamed around as if they were searching for something that was not there. She reached for the pockets of her skirt and a rustling sound made by the contact of her fingers with the pieces of paper kept on both of the pockets echoed throughout the room. She let out a long quivering sigh as she crumpled the papers. She crumpled it so hard as if she was trying to crush the paper into dust. But she knew she couldn't. She took them out of her pockets and placed them on her table, stared at them, and wondered what she should do to get rid of them.
Because in the spring of her 18th year, she received a letter from the future. Two letters from two future her.
...
Dear Ami,
On the 26th year of our (your) life you'd start to regret the things you didn't do back when you were in high school. Things like telling your grandpa that you love him, or lending your brother the reference book he wanted to borrow, or giving your handkerchief to the guy with a chestnut brown hair who was crying near the shoe lockers.
You'd regret it every time you see him with the girl of his dreams while carrying their baby on his arms. You'd regret it because you can see the sadness in his eyes because of the regrets hidden behind them. Ami, by the time this reached you, he already lost his best friend, two years ago, and you had the chance to take away his pain, but you chose not to. You chose to run away because you thought that the person he needed wasn't you, but maybe... he needed someone like you.
Please, Ami, save him from this sadness.
Your future self.
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Dear Ami,
On the 26th year of our (your) life you'd start to regret the things you didn't do back when you were in high school. Things like talking to your parents about the divorce, or consoling your brother over his heartbreak, or giving your handkerchief to the guy with a chestnut brown hair who was crying near the shoe lockers.
You'd regret it every time you see him with his group of friends, and how he smiles as he looks at his two friends (they look like a couple to me~). You'd regret it because even though you see him smiling you know that deep down he is hurting. Ami, by the time you read this, he already lost the girl he loved two years ago, but you had the chance to take away the pain of losing the love of his life, but you chose not to. You chose to run away because you were afraid of the feelings that could sprout from the interaction. You were afraid that someday he would leave you.
Please, Ami, save him from this sadness. Save yourself from the regrets.
Your future self.
...
Ami slammed her hands on the table to calm her body that was shaking from all the emotions that were consuming her. She was feeling skeptical, anxious, but for the most part, she was afraid of what the letter told her. She knew she was still sane enough to not believe that a letter could be sent to the present from the future but as she stared at the letters in front of her without any return address on them, heart started to beat faster.
"Calm down, Ami!" She hissed at herself as she grabbed onto her arm to keep her body from shaking. This is just a prank. She kept on repeating the thought in her head – a mantra to make herself believe.
"Fujiwara-san?"
Ami clumsily hid the letters under her desk and looked over her shoulders. "Yes?" Chestnut brown hair. "Hiroto-san?"
"Are you okay?" He asked as he went to where his desk was and grabbed what looked like his notes.
"Yeah," she nodded as she felt cold sweat trickled down her throat. She gulped.
Hiroto-san nodded, smiled at her, told her to take care, and left for his club's practice.
But before he could leave the premise of the classroom she called his attention. He tilted his head and smiled at her while he waited for her to speak.
"Are you okay?" She wanted to slap herself for her idiocracy.
The boy laughed. And it sounded deep and sweet in her ears. "Well, aside from soccer practice that is wearing me out these days… I'm doing fine. Why? Do I not look okay?"
She shook her head no. "No, no. It's just that…" she gave her table a short glance and looked back at him. She sheepishly smiled, "Nothing. Good luck with soccer practice, c-ca-captain."
He gave her two thumbs up and a flustered smile. "Thank you, class rep!"
When she could not see his back anymore, Ami took the letters from under her table, folded them, and whispered to herself, "I hate this sort of pranks."
...
Ami grasped her bag, her head was down as she walked behind the fence of the soccer field while the soccer club was going at it with their practice. She was on her way home – the letters were now in the pocket of her bag. She kept walking as the shouts and cheers of the people surrounded her, but stopped on her tracks when she heard a certain deep-and-sweet voice that came from the field. She scanned the field and saw the target of her interest running, headed towards the goal, he was dribbling the ball on his feet. Her hands tightened their grip around the strap of her bag when she saw Hiroto-san kicked the ball towards the goal and she let out a small squeal of victory when the ball went in.
"Woah! Suwa is getting better and better in soccer, huh?"
"Kakeru too."
Two girls laughed and started to tease the girl with a brownish chestnut hair. "Stop being biased, Naho!"
The girl blushed, "S-stop that! I'm not biased…"
"No, no! We get it Naho, Kakeru's your boyfriend so you have the right to brag about him!"
"But give Suwa some credits too!"
Ami sighed and resumed her tracks while the laughter and teasing and the sound of the soccer club's practice were muffled by the blasting of music that came from the headphones she plugged on her ears.
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Why did I forget about the homework! Good thing I was still in town! Ami scolded herself as she briskly walked back to school to get her notes from the classroom. She passed by some guys of the soccer club that were headed home.
"Did he already go home?" She mumbled to herself as she scanned the group of rowdy high school guys. Ami felt her cheeks flushed. "Why am I thinking about that guy!"
The image of Hiroto Suwa that smiled at her flashed before her eyes for a moment and that made her blush some more. Ami let out a small grunt of disapproval that echoed throughout the empty corridor of the building, even the small thud from the door when she slid it open sounded like it was slammed open. She shrugged off unnecessary thoughts and proceeded to get her notes from her table. When she had safely put it inside her bag she made her way out of the classroom, closed the door as silent as possible, and walked in the deserted hallways that echoed her every step.
When Ami got to the lockers and was about to put on her shoes, she heard a sniff coming from the other side of the shelf. She suddenly felt chills crept on her shoulders and debated on whether or not she would take a peek on who was the person (or entity) that made the sound. She gulped, took a small and quiet step towards the other side of the locker, her hands were tightly grasping the strap of her bag – that was her hobby.
Another sniff. Ami almost jumped off her feet. She peeked.
A guy with a chestnut brown hair greeted her field of vision. His face was buried on the palm of both his hands. He was not but Ami could feel the sadness that came from every sniff. And she somehow could empathize with what he was feeling. She slowly walked towards where the guy was sitting, opened her bag and rustled through its contents, and when she found what she was looking for she leaned in with a hand on her one knee.
"Hiro– Uh…"
The guy looked at her.
"I mean… Suwa-kun, want to use my handkerchief?"
Her free hand was outstretched to him as she offered him a red-colored handkerchief. As red as the color of pain and love.