It's You?
Summary: It wasn't as if he liked her, but he'd been watching her without realizing it. And it wasn't as if he didn't like her either – no, she was just… too different.
A/N: I actually wrote this a long time ago - about two years ago, I think - but I never got around to posting it. Lol. I think I actually forgot about this fic. Still. I thought that I might as well share this to y'all, even though I still have a tons of other stories to finish T.T So, hope you enjoyed it! (I think my writing skills from back then is better than it now...)
Chapter 1
"Er, hello… I'm Botan Fukuyama. It's nice to meet you."
Those were the first words she said to him.
And for a moment, Kurama Minamino wondered if he was dreaming. That long azure hair, those big amethyst eyes, and that almost too familiar wide grin on her face…
It was her.
And he spent another moment praying to god that he didn't have to deal with her too long, before gesturing her to come in. He sighed inwardly, grudgingly cursing himself for agreeing to do this… tutoring.
Yes, that was right.
Tutoring.
He wasn't much a people person in the first place, but his mother had kindly asked him to tutor one of her friends' daughter (since her friend kept pestering her about it). But even if he didn't like people that much, he could still stand them.
But not…
… her.
Botan Fukuyama.
Why oh why didn't he ask his mother who her friend's so called daughter was before agreeing to this? He couldn't help but sigh to himself.
And he didn't even look at her as they sauntered into the living room, knowing that by the soft padding of her footsteps behind him that she was following him.
It wasn't as if he liked her, but he'd been watching her without realizing it. And it wasn't as if he didn't like her either – no, she was just… too different.
The first time he saw her was when she was barely holding a mountain of books in her hands. At first, he thought that she must've been a nerd (something like him), but then, he realized that wasn't the case. He saw her smiling at her friends saying it was no big deal, and he'd realize she was helping them out. And he couldn't help but wonder, what sort of person she was, willing to help her friends, even to the point of carrying their books and they didn't even help her back. That was when she piqued his curiosity, and he'd started watching her.
It wasn't even about a week later, when Kurama asked if Yusuke knew who she was. Then, he found out her name was Botan. Yusuke had thought that Kurama liked her, because he never asked about girls, and the redhead didn't even say anything even as Yusuke teased him about it. He just stood there, staring at her back as she was – once again – buying food for her friends, struggling to keep all of the food in her hands as she jogged back to class.
He'd been watching her ever since.
From feeding the fishes in science lab when no one was looking, taking care of the stray cats behind the school – again, when no one was looking, doing everything for her friends even when they never thanked her, much less did anything for her, to helping random strangers at the park.
Yes, at the park.
It wasn't as if he'd been stalking her, no, that wasn't it. It was because he had bumped into her, trying to help a mother look for his son who got lost. Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe fate was toying with him, practically telling him to watch her again.
And again and again, he did.
And before he realized it, he was 'strolling' at the park every day, just sitting on one of the benches, one arm on a knee, and a hand under his chin as he watched her.
And it wasn't as if he liked strolling at the park in the first place, too.
Then, he noticed another thing about her. That she never notices anything bad about anyone. Never. She never badmouths people, maybe because she only saw the good in them. But that was just it, even if she did notice their weaknesses, she never and he means, never ever ever, cared about it. She was one of those people, those people who say, "Everyone makes mistakes, no one's perfect." But she was much more than that, she was kinder, it was as if when she saw someone on their worst behavior, she never acted like it bothered her. She just ignored it.
Like, all the time.
And he knows that, because he'd been watching her for as long as he could remember. For instance, when Juri, one of her friends, started going on about her boyfriend who was such a dick, and saying about she's cheated on him more than once, she just stood there smiling. Like an idiot. Acting like it was the most normal thing in the world.
And, if anyone ever talked bad about her so called 'friends' who were less than nice to her, in Kurama's opinion, she would always – always – back them up, even when she knew they treated her like some sort of slave. Even when she should've known those kind of friends wouldn't even think twice, to stab her in the back.
And maybe she was an idiot.
Or maybe, she was just too kind for her own good.
Maybe, she was both.
That was why he couldn't stand her. Do you know how it feels when you wake up in the morning and the sun shines so brightly through your curtains that you feel like it's trying to blind you, like trying to fuck you in the face?
That was exactly how it felt like when he was watching her.
Like, looking at her, was enough to blind him. Because the light of her pureness was just too bright. She was too kind, too nice, too dense. Too… different than him. She was everything he wasn't. He was the exact opposite of what she was. If she was the light, then he was the darkness. And she was trying to light up that darkness inside him. But, that was the problem. He didn't like it. He liked being dark, he liked how distant, untrustworthy, and arrogant he was from everyone else. He didn't like her too kind, too accepting behavior; it was like watching a mirror of his old self.
Being too nice to everyone wasn't going to get you anywhere. It wasn't going to give you anything. People would only betray you, as a result. They would take advantage of you, pretend like you're their best friend… because that's just how people are.
And now, watching her… almost made him feel bad about himself.
And he wished that maybe at some point she'd say something like, "Oh, wait, I think I don't want to do this tutoring thing," or anything like that, because god, he just wanted her out of here.
But when he saw her put her books down, sat across him, and smiled that big smile like she always did, her pureness practically radiating off of her, and her light blinding him through the darkness, he knew there was no turning back.
It has begun.
