Title: Maybe
Summary: "And you're saying fem-slash isn't 'a pairing too cracked up to be accepted'?"
It wasn't obvious, nor did she want to make it obvious, but there was something going on between them.
Each meeting was a blessing in disguise. Though he couldn't reach out to her, or speak to her without rousing suspicion, she knew all too well that they needed a moment alone.
Which was why Mashiro Rima sat on one of the red bleachers that encompassed the soccer field.
Her Vegas-gold eyes watched as he played, as he moved. They were alone, but they were so used to silence they needed no words.
When he finished with whatever it was he was doing, he turned his head to her and grinned.
She tipped her head in a nod, her silence speaking in loud volumes.
"Hey."
"Hello."
"Thanks for meeting with me," Kukai said, walking to sit beside her. He was close enough to hold her hand, which would come in handy if the conversation went as he hoped.
"Why did you need to speak with me?" Rima tugged on her cape. "They are most likely extremely worried."
"I know."
"So... Spill."
"I miss you." Kukai held her gaze and she could do nothing to look away. "I know that what happened between us was a once in a lifetime thing, but I miss you so much."
Rima rolled her eyes. "It was one kiss."
"A kiss that meant millions." Kukai grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. "Why can't we be together?"
"Cause it's wrong," Rima replied in a lifeless voice. "We're a pairing too cracked up to be accepted."
"And you're saying fem-slash isn't a pairing too cracked up to be accepted?" Kukai pulled her closer to him and she moved. "Maybe it's wrong to love you. Maybe it's wrong to wait. Maybe I should just do as Peach-Pit says and live happily ever after with Hoshina Utau."
Rima's lip trembled. She hated talking about Utau. "Then maybe you should."
Kukai shushed her. "I said maybe. Rima... I'd rather have bad times with you than good times with someone else. I'd rather be beside you in a storm than sitting warm all by myself. I'd rather have a tough life together than have an easier part." He kissed her hand again. "I'd rather you were the one who held my heart."
"You stole that from a song," she murmured accusingly.
"Peach-Pit didn't make Souma Kukai a poet. He made me all loud and brother-ly." Kukai defended himself.
"Well... Peach-Pit didn't make Mashiro Rima a rule breaker." The blonde stood up and gradually made her way down the bleachers. "She made me the supporting character."
"Rima-chan!" A raven-haired boy smiled from the bottom of the bleachers. His amber eyes were exuberant, the smile on his face warm. He hugged the blonde before intertwining their fingers. "How was your day?"
"Maybe it was perfect." He heard Rima mumble. He felt a vibration from his pocket and retrieved the phone to answer Utau's call.
From down on the field, Rima watched the growing smile on Kukai's face. A smile that she no longer deserved. "Then again, I did say maybe."