Oh my god what have I done.

Every day you come home after a long day of first school hours and then going to Card Capital, you toss your schoolbag into some corner in your room, not bothering to switch the lights on, and slump down onto your bed, drawing your knees up to your chest and leaning on the wall behind you. You press your forehead on your knees and wrap your arms around your legs, feeling the familiar burn of tears behind your eyelids but feeling too numb to cry anymore.

He never looks at you.

He talks to you. He talks to you and rarely even glances at someone else, but all he ever talks about is a certain blue-haired boy who can beat you without even batting an eye and still tell you that the match was amazing, that you are such an amazing player, that he admires you. You give your brightest smile even though it hurts like hell and thank him nonchalantly. Then you go through the rest of the day on autopilot, smiling until you feel like your lips are permanently frozen with their corners upwards and refraining from fighting anymore.

This is your daily routine.

Go to school, hear few confessions or find love letters, reject them because you already have a crush, sorry, find Kai, spend the rest of the day with him, see him glancing at Aichi, hear him talking about Aichi, hear him calling Aichi his best friend and turn to autopilot. Go home and break down so you have the strength to smile the next day. Cry yourself to sleep. Do the homework next morning.

It always goes along these lines. Although your tears have dried up a long time ago, you're still crying.

But this day is an exception.

This has been going on for too long, and you have finally forgotten your stuff at the shop. Of course, it was bound to happen at some point, your autopilot isn't working perfectly anymore; you're not smiling that face-splitting smile all the time anymore.

And then there's a knock on your door. You snap out of the chains of your sub-consciousness and raise your head so you can see the door, hoping that if you stay quiet the whoever-it-is behind the door will think you're not there.

But of course, as is your luck, the door opens.

You feel your breath hitch as you see the dark turquoise eyes that you have looked at, thought about, dreamed of, for hours and hours and hours. Your eyes go wide and your breath hitches, and you unconsciously try to back away – but there's a wall behind you and you can't get away and the perfect turquoise eyes are getting closer they're getting closer their perfect owner is getting closer-

And he wraps his arms around your shaking form, whispering a soft apology. Your tears, dried up long ago, start flowing again and soon you're sobbing uncontrollably as he mutters soft words of comfort and assures that he indeed loves you and that he's just so so so sorry.

Because this happens once in a while, and this is always how it ends.

Holy shit why am I writing angst! O_O

Oh yeah, in the case you didn't get it, the "you" is Miwa and the "he" is Kai.

Did I make Kai kind of a cheater and their relationship very unofficial and on-off?

Well anyway, reviews are appreciated :3