Actually, this story took me by storm...
High school fic. They met in a dramatic fashion of course. I imagine it was instant connection and attraction... Minamo would want to keep it a secret. Yukari wouldn't care, to a point.
If they say it's nothing enough times, you start to believe it. Without reassurance, how can you keep pretending?
I don't own anything.
"Wonder how you sleep.
I wonder what you think of me.
If I could go back
Would you have ever been with me?"
"Oh, Yukari." Mrs. Kurosawa forced a smile as she opened the door for her daughter's loudmouthed friend, "I didn't know you studied."
"On occasion." She answered in English. "Plus Minamo yells at me when I get bad grades."
The older woman stepped aside and let her enter. "She's in her room."
Yukari bit back a snarky comment. Minamo's mother already hated her with a fiery passion, why make it worse? The eccentric teen slipped off her shoes and padded her way to her best friend's bedroom.
"Hey Nyamo!" Yukari greeted loudly as she threw open the door.
From the table in the middle of her room, Minamo sighed. "Yukari. You're late."
"Eh, whatever."
Sitting at the table were two other girls. One she recognized from English and another from her math class. "Hey Misaki-chan, Harumi-chan. Where's Eiko-chan?"
"Eiko-san had to attend a business seminar with her father tonight." Misaki said, not looking up from her English textbook. "Yukari-chan, can you explain this part of speech to me?"
"Yeah, yeah. Give me a sec."
Yukari plopped down between Misaki and Minamo. "What are you studying Harumi-chan?"
"Minamo-san and I have a quiz in math Friday…" She sounded stressed.
"I don't get math," She waved her hand. "So good luck with that."
Minamo rolled her eyes, "We'll figure this out, right Harumi-chan?"
"Maybe."
They laughed as Minamo sweatdropped.
Yukari stretched out under the table, letting her leg rest against Minamo's. The teen glanced over, trying to hide a smile.
"So what did you need help with Misaki-chan?"
Not so subtly, Yukari slid her hand closer to Minamo's. The tomboy didn't move her hand away.
Harumi noticed how close they were sitting and mentally added it to the list of reasons why she suspected they were together. She smirked to herself and shot a look at Misaki, hoping the other teen would look over.
"Oh yeah, you're doing it right! Sorta!" Yukari took her friend's pencil and began jotting down some examples, "See?"
Misaki nodded slowly.
Minamo turned back to Harumi and noticed the look on her face. The knowing smile quickly dissolved as she ducked her head back towards the textbook.
"What's wrong, Harumi-chan?"
"Nothing!" She said in a sing-song voice.
That grabbed Yukari's attention. "Are you planning something, Harumi-chan?"
The teen shook her head and winked at Misaki, who had leaned over the table confused as to what was going on. "It's nothing."
Misaki raised an eyebrow at her friend. Harumi's eyes flicked down at Minamo and Yukari's almost joined hands. Realization dawned on the more studious teen.
Yukari didn't buy it for a second. "Uh huh…" She crossed her arms over her chest, "Harumi-chan…"
"It's nothing, really." Misaki bit back a giggle.
Minamo looked thoroughly confused. Yukari glared at her classmate until she cracked.
"Okay… Well." Harumi rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "Misaki (Hey!) and I were wondering… Are you two, uh, dating?"
Instantly, Minamo's face was aflame. "W-What?"
Yukari stayed silent.
"You two are just so close…" Misaki said meekly. "We assumed-"
"N-No! No!" Minamo laughed, "We-We're not together. Just best friends,"
"That's what I kept telling her!" The air felt awkward. Misaki laughed shortly, "But she kept reading into it."
Harumi pouted, "Don't blame it all on me."
Minamo forced a smile, "We've been best friends since last year."
"Yep!" Yukari said. Under the table, she moved her leg away from Minamo's. "We've been through a lot."
Misaki tapped her pencil against her textbook. "That's like me and Mrs. Science over there…"
"We've been together since middle school though," Harumi grinned.
Minamo half-listened to them banter about how they met and who was smarter at what. She sat hunched over, inwardly fretting. She knew this would happen. There was not a way to keep secrets from anyone. If her close friends found out, they would tell. Their status would fly through the school at the speed of light…
The tomboy bit her lip to keep from making a noise. Her mind raced through all the possibilities. The whole school would find out, people would look at them weird (well, weirder than they already did). The principal might find out. He was old time friends with her mom… If her mom found out-
Game over.
As Yukari would say.
Drowning in an imaginative scenario, Minamo returned to reality. "Maybe we should get back to studying," she suggested, her voice sounded hollow.
The others reluctantly agreed.
Harumi and Misaki left not long after the clock struck six. They had been mostly productive; more than once Yukari complained about the lack of snacks but they easily ignored her. Minamo felt more confident in her calculus skills now that Harumi and her had managed to crack the equation. Sighing, the tomboy closed her textbook and fell back onto the carpet.
Yukari laid down beside her, propping her head up in her hand. She leaned over her exhausted friend.
"We've almost been together a year Minamo…" Yukari said with a tight smile.
"A year?" Minamo blew out a breath,
Yukari frowned. That wasn't the response she expected or wanted. "And we still haven't told anyone…"
"Your parents know." Their eyes met. Minamo could see that wasn't a good enough answer.
She repressed the urge to roll her eyes. "My parents know everything."
"I love your parents," She said with a laugh. The tomboy moved an arm to rest under her head.
"Yeah." Yukari moved closer, "Nyamo?"
Minamo felt her cheeks heat up, "Y-Yeah?"
"Can't we tell Harumi-chan and-"
"No."
The brown haired teen huffed and fell away. "No?"
"I don't want this to get out."
Yukari's eyes narrowed. This. Us. "Okay, nevermind."
Minamo turned her head to look at her girlfriend. Yukari looked pissed. With a sigh, she returned her attention to her ceiling. She didn't know what to say, so she kept quiet. Her own worries about telling people soon overcame her need to calm down the teen beside her.
Yukari squeezed her eyes shut. She inwardly begged and pleaded with whatever god that would listen. Make her say something.
Her prayers went unanswered for nearly thirty minutes.
"Are you going to stay for dinner?"
"I shouldn't." Yukari rolled over. She snaked an arm across Minamo's stomach and rested her cheek against her shoulder.
Minamo shifted, "My mom could walk in any minute."
The eccentric teen sighed and retracted her arm. "Seriously, Minamo?"
"You know how my mom would react."
Yukari pulled away and sat up. "Yeah, yeah." She threw her study materials in her bag, "I'll see you tomorrow then."
Minamo sat up, planning to walk her to the door.
"You don't have to get up," Yukari shouldered her bag.
"See you, Yukari…"
With a small smile, she exited Minamo's room closing the door behind her.