She was every boy's dream in college. Most of the boys tried very hard to get her attention, ending up having a one-night stand for fun and dumped or simply ignored. Everyone knew her. She conquered the college, by popularity and intelligence. Yes, she's one of the top-ranking students. Her rank? 1. It was ironic. Though she was the most known person, one lone guy avoided her entirely and was not known to her. Kagamine Len just stared at her from the distance in the darkest corners of the college.

College life was hard. He was the type of person that any bully would go after. It was difficult in high school, and he didn't want that to happen again. The best option was to just go unnoticed and do averagely in his studies. He lived alone in his late parent's house. Sometimes he wondered if it was really lucky for him to be the only one alive after the car accident. Life was difficult, but being dead was comparable too. He needed the extra money, so he took a part-time job at one of the restaurants in town. He was both a cook and a waiter (the restaurant was short on labour so they made him do it instead).

"Kagamine Len, I've told you so many times to not zone out at work!"

The head cook, Meiko, screamed at Len's ears he woke up with a start. The night was getting late and he was tired. He didn't have enough time to sleep even after he went home. He'd just stare right at the ceiling. Apologizing to Meiko, he went to the customers as Meiko shook her head. He headed towards a table with a lone girl after she waved for a waiter. It was their last customer for the day as it was 15 minutes to closing.

"Hmmm. I don't know... Can you order the most delicious one here? I'm tired after escaping that guy's house. He had a small dick," she whispered at the end.

"I'm sorry?" Not believing what he just heard, he finally recognized who the person was. It was Hatsune Miku, the girl he was trying to avoid. Her teal eyes stared at him tiredly. "I―I'll order for you right away." Len was suddenly nervous he fumbled his pen and paper and caught them before they fell. Miku laughed at the sight.

"Haha, are you okay?"

Len didn't even know what was funny as she kept on smiling at his misery. "Yes, I'm fine." He hurriedly went to the kitchen, stumbling along the way. He could hear Miku giving a silent chuckle in the distance. He didn't know why, but he was trying his best to make a perfect dish for her. He was never this enthusiastic in making one. When he brought the salmon steak out along with the apple juice and put it down, he asked himself why did he even want to impress her.

"Do you mind staying here for a bit? Thanks."

Len was about to answer but she gave him no time to, or because he couldn't say no. He just stood there silently, watching her eat, listening to the ambient classical music. God, what am I doing here? he thought to himself.

"Hmmm, it's good. Were you the one who cooked this?"

Len gave a shy grin. He was starting to sweat, eventhough the room was air conditioned. Getting a tissue from his pocket, he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Miku glanced to him and chuckled again.

"Seriously though, are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm just, tired," he half lied. He was tired, but he sweated because he was too nervous to be standing by her.

"Your store closes in a few minutes right? Wanna grab a coffee or something with me after? I'll wait outside."

"I―I'm― what?" He blurted out.

Without waiting for his reply, Miku left a $20 bill on the table. "Keep the change." Miku winked at Len as she stood up and left. He saw her sitting at one of the benches outside and took out a book.

"Oh, fuck." He bit his lower lip and went to the kitchen. He was about to explain himself to Meiko when she spoke.

"What took you so long? Nevermind that. You can leave early after you're done. The cleaners will come later and clean this place up. Have a nice vacation."

Speechless, he quickly changed and grabbed his duffel, not wanting Miku to be stood up. Miku was staring down at her book, not a single annoyance shaded her face. She looked calm, though Len can't seem to really read her face. Maybe it was just her poker face. Miku looked up and saw him staring at her.

"Oh, hey. Let's go. The coffee shop is just around the corner."

Len sighed to himself when Miku went ahead, not giving him a chance to reject nor accept her invitation. Len trailed behind Miku. He needed the coffee break anyway, and the weather was getting cold. Winter was just around the corner. He decided to go back to his hometown at the Northern part of the state. It was just a rural village where his grandparents lived. He always went there every end of the year. Going there was never not exciting.

"Don't you wanna talk to me?" Miku's sharp voice came from the front.

Why did he even want to talk with this type of girl anyway? But more importantly, why was he following her? Len stopped in his tracks. Sensing his movement, Miku turned around and looked at him.

"Why am I even doing this? I mean, you don't even know my name. And I don't even know you," Len pointed out with a half-lie.

"Excuse me?" Miku scoffed at his comment. "Wow, this is the first time someone ever rejected me. You're interesting." Miku folded her arms and gave a smile, nodding in approval.

"Am I some kind of joke to you?" Len was outraged when she said those words.

"Okay, I'm sorry! Let's start this from the beginning." Miku held out her right hand. "Hello, I'm Hatsune Miku. It's nice to meet you," Miku gave another one of her smiles.

Len couldn't believe he was doing this in the middle of a sidewalk when the first snow of winter started to fall. Rolling his eyes, he held out his hand and shook hers. "Kagamine Len," he said coldly.

"Do you want to join me for a drink?"

Len sighed. Looks like he's got a long day ahead of him. She was as stubborn as a giant boulder. He gave up trying to avoid her. "Yeah, whatever. Come on."

Christmas music resonated around the coffee shop. A huge christmas tree filled with wish notes was propped on one corner, a heap of presents piled below it. It was already past midnight, but the coffee shop was teeming with people, specifically teenagers. Len felt uncomfortable as the shop was a bit... unorthodox. A couple occupied a sofa, smooching without embarrassment, along with the other couple on the opposite sofa. Diverting his attention, Len ordered the christmas special blend, Miku ordering a ginger blend.

"... you don't have to pretend you don't know me. I know you do. I saw you, ignoring and trying to avoid me." Miku slurped her ice blend without looking at Len.

Trying to avoid eye contact with Miku beside her, Len gulped nervously as he stirred his drink. Now what? he thought.

Miku continued. "I'm just bored. Guys just can't stop hitting on me, but I couldn't help being a bitch. Then I realised they weren't good enough for me. Most of them are douche-bags who wants a taste of me. Some of them have small dicks. I mean, I know it's wrong and all that. It's becoming part of my life. I might be sleeping with someone in this shop later for all I know. Not you, though. Don't worry. You're too innocent for that. I bet you haven't even had sex, let alone kiss a girl."

Len's slurping got intense, and Miku laughed. "You know what, I'm not really comfortable at all talking about this, especially with a girl." He tried to avoid the fact that what she said at the end was true.

"Oh come on, Len. Chill. What, you don't have any friends or anything?"

"As a matter of fact, I don't," Len put it plainly.

"Oh," Miku gave a short response. "Oh well, now you have one!" Miku gestured for them to cheer their plastic cups. For the first time in a while, a smile came upon his frowned face. Miku wasn't so bad after all. They tossed their cups for their friendship.

"You're not bad."

"See? I'm not that typical girl you thought of."

"Oh come on, I didn't even say that."

"So are you going anywhere this break?"

"Wh― Yeah, I'm going to my grandparents house and stay with them. You?"

"I... have to take care of something in my hometown."

Miku's face suddenly went dark. Looks like she didn't want to talk about it. She went silent and kept on slurping her drink. Shrugging, Len stretched his aching body when he heard weird noises from behind. It sounded like the girl from the sofa moaning. Len started to get wierded out. Miku then turned and looked at the naked couple.

"Looks like things are about to get pretty hot," Miku whistled.

"What the fuck. Are you crazy, Miku? How could you even look?"

"Well, everybody here are except you."

"That's it, I'm outta here."

"Hey wait! I'm coming!"

Len left their tabs on the table they were sitting in and left hurriedly. He took a deep cold breath when he finally went outside.

"Sheesh, how could such a place even exist?"

"Hahahah, oh... you're so innocent aren't you? Trust me, there's plenty of them."

Len shuddered at the thought. Both of them walked silently together for a while. For some reason, just walking with her silently as the snow fell slowly calmed him. Looking at his phone, it was already half past 1 in the morning. He turned around and spoke to Miku.

"It's getting late. I think I should head home now. I don't wanna be late for the train tomorrow."

"What? Oh, right," Miku sighed. "I wished we had more time to get to know each other better." Miku's head went down.

"Hey, we could always text each other. I'll give you my phone number."

"Really? Thanks!" Miku beamed. Len told Miku his number while she typed it on her phone. "I'll give you a call so that you know mine." She pressed the dial button and Len's phone vibrated in his pants.

"All right, it was nice knowing you, Miku." Miku waved Len goodbye as he headed home, staring at him until nothing of him could be seen. Miku heaved a sigh when he did.

Author's note: Do you like my story? Do you wanna know how it goes next? If so, don't hesitate to ask for more! I'm more than happy to hear from you :)

This is my first time uploading my piles of fanfic that I wrote for Miku and Len. I've been thinking through so many years as to whether to upload those fanfics or not. I was afraid of being judged then. Now you can criticise me all you want. Hey, criticisms are good, you know! ;)