Unlike many first romantic encounters, mine did not happen underneath a cherry blossom tree at the end of the year or in the back of a school after being called out with a love letter. Then again, with where I came from, I doubt it would ever have been right of me to ever expect that. This school of ojou-samas is just like that.
Many of us never had any experiences with the opposite sex outside our parents and teachers. Many of us never knew how to deal with males. It was even rarer for most of us to ever go outside of the School Garden whenever the Daihaseisai was not taking place.
Those of us who did were generally capable of dealing with problems on our own but even so, communication with the other sex was never a priority. Most of those odd encounters ended with us just cutting and running. Some of us lashed out. But, communication never came as a priority.
No matter how much our parents or Tokiwadai Middle School groomed us to grow to become proper ladies who would become heiresses, executives, and the like, that basic experience in communication never seemed to ever be a priority.
In the end, for us, that was fine. It was a new experience, a scary experience.
The prospects were never favorable.
So, many of us never needed to worry about the opposite sex. Honestly, for us, that was fine.
We could live our day to day lives without a care in the world without worrying about that strange, fuzzy feeling that comes from the pull towards another person.
But, I needed an escape. The world of Tokiwadai and the School Garden was far too stifling.
Because of that, I found him. He was not some genius esper, nor was he some great muscular man. He was no fallen delinquent who would whisk me away to a dirty, interesting world unseen nor was he some great hero who was destined to save the world. He was just an average looking spiky-haired boy.
But, to me, he meant everything. He was my escape and I, his.
This is tale of my wonderful and blissful, yet short-lived tragic romance with a boy named Kamijou Touma.
A/N: So, in the end, I couldn't leave Ayu alone. Thus begins my first forays into the world of romance. If you haven't guessed, this is not a sequel to "For the Girl Hiding Her Face" but rather a story that details my own little interpretation of Ayu's relationship with Touma prior to her suicide attempt. I'm honestly not sure if this has been done before, but eh. Treat me gently.