Sometimes, no matter how much we want it, we just don't know how to tell our lovers how much they mean to us when we are with them.. Our hearts beat too fast, the blood rushes to our cheeks, the words we planned out to say are unable to slip past our tongues.. But all of that is normal! This is what love is after all! And if that is the case, why not write a love letter instead? Pour your heart out onto the paper, say everything you have always desperately tried to say, and polish your words until they are perfect. You can also spray a bit of perfume onto the paper so that it may carry your scent, and a kiss pressed on the bottom of it is a lovely touch as well! Love letters may seem old-school, but their appeal is timeless! - If you don't know how to tell your lover how you feel, send them a love letter! It's romantic, classic, and it can be kept and held dear for all eternity!
Somehow, I never managed to stay awake during the last lesson. I always ended up falling asleep through half of it and usually didn't wake up until the school bell finally rang, or sometimes, not until the school closed and I was awakened by some of the cleaning personal, who usually found me passed out and drooling on my table.
"Yo-Yokoyama!" A female voice calling my name suddenly reached my ears and ripped me out of my dreams and causing my head to shoot up. "Oh, is class already over..?" I mumbled, more to myself, with a yawn as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked around the classroom - Taupe orbs meeting the amber ones of the class prez, Aoyama Chizuka.
"Ah, Aoyama..? What is it?" I asked absentmindedly and still drunk on sleep as I started to pack my notebooks into my backpack, waiting for the black-haired girl in front of me to talk. "Well,.. u-uhm.." She began to mutter as I caught the way the blood suddenly shot into her cheeks and paused in my movements, watching her with a confused look start over and over again, without being able to let the words she needed to come out.
A silent sigh escaped my lips as I watched the girl lower her gaze in embarrassment, before I carefully put her hands into mine causing her to flinch at the sudden contact while looking at me with glazed over teary eyes.
Frail, that was the only word that came me to mind watching her.
"Aoyama." I began in a soft voice, trying to muster up the most empathetic and compassionate look possible for me. "Don't mind. Just.. start again when you are ready, okay?" I asked whereupon she only nodded sheepishly before taking a deep breath in an attempt to collect herself.
"So, what is it?" I asked once again after the girl finally managed to look me in the eyes without immediately bursting out in tears of embarrassment. "Well, I.. I wanted.. I wanted to ask you if you.. i-if you c-could.." she started muttering in her wobbly voice, before abruptly stopping and taking another deep breath as she reached into her school bag and pulled out a small and pale-pink envelope with a name written on it - Makoto Hanamiya.
I blinked twice in surprise by the sight of the envelope in her trembling hands, before it finally clicked in my head and a smug smile cracked on top of my lips. "Arara?" I asked, my teasing voice almost oozing with amusement whereupon Aoyama's cheeks only flushed in an even deeper shade of red, if that was even possible.
"So, that's what it is? You want to confess to this Makoto Hanamiya guy?" I asked as I took the envelope sealed with a Sanrio character sticker to keep other's prying eyes from looking inside out of her hand and looked almost intriguingly at the neatly written characters on it.
Aoyama nodded with a little hesitation as I only hummed in reply, the teasing aspect of my smile slowly fading, before I once again remembered why she had shown this to me in the first place. "So what did you need my help for?" I finally asked as I held the envelope up to the light in hopes it could help my nosy self uncover what was written on the letter hidden inside, when the black-haired girl suddenly bowed deeply in front of me.
"Please..." She mumbled, while I just raised my eyebrow, slowly beginning to understand what she wanted from me.
"C-Could you please give this to.. H-Hanamiya..?" She finally said, remaining firmly in her bowing position as another silent sigh escaped my lips while I threw my school bag over my shoulder and walked towards the door.
I could hear a muffled sob escaping her. "You owe me one for this, Aoyama." I simply said, causing her head to immediately shoot up, as she quietly watched me leave the classroom to wend my way to find her Prince Charming. Her cheeks still flushed in burning red and eyes still filled with sparkling tears, but this time, with a soft smile gracing her lips as well.
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"Hey, does one of you maybe know where I could find Makoto Hanamiya? Is he still around?" I asked two guys at the entrance of the school building, catching the way they exchanged an unreadable look between each other, before finally addressing me. "Well, I guess he is at the gymnasium right now.." one of them said, as I only hurriedly thanked them before disappearing in the pointed direction.
I didn't bother asking why they had this reaction at the mere mentioning of the name Hanamiya, but thinking back.. maybe I should have.
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The closer I got to the gymnasium the louder the almost deafening sound of squeaking Jordans and dribbling of the new basketballs got on the freshly polished floor, but as soon as I stepped over the threshold it all stopped and my eyes met with six basketball players' who were piercing me with their curious gazes.
Of course, I had noticed some of them in my classes, but since we never talked I never bothered to learn their names or pay any mind to them.
"Nice legs." The comment of the guy in the jersey with the #10, with the long purple hair that reached over his eyes, reached my ears followed by a loud pop of his gum's bubble whereat I simply rolled my eyes and stepped a little bit closer to boys.
"Which one of you is Makoto Hanamiya?" I asked as the captain in the jersey with the #4 stepped forward, piercing me with his dark eyes.
"That would be me." He said in a gruff tone of voice, raising his notable thick eyebrows as he scanned me from head to toe, a low questioning sound escaping his throat. "And you are?" He asked, eyes narrowed, oh, so slightly and his head held so high it was obvious how he looked down on me, causing my jaw to clench.
Who the fuck does this guy think he is!?, I asked myself, hands instantly trying to form a fist causing me to accidentally screw the pale pink envelope hidden inside my pocket up, when deft fingers suddenly reached inside it from behind and stole it away from me.
"Oh~? Hanamiya, look at this." The guy with the jersey #10 exclaimed while holding up Aoyama's envelope with an amused smile on his lips.
"H-Hey, give that back to me, you bastard!" I growled in a tight voice as I hopelessly jumped up and down hoping to yank the envelope out of his hands, but him being at least fifteen centimeters taller than me.. that was easier said than done.
"Try to get it~" He taunted in a honeyed voice, a gloating smirk cracking on top of his lips by the sight of me struggling like this, until the one who seemed to be Hanamiya took the envelope out of his teammates hands and ripped it open.
A mischievous, shit-eating grin that made my skin crawl in pure hate and disgust spread upon his mouth. "Hn.." He suddenly began before starting to laugh at the words written on the love letters in his hands, causing my blood to finally boil over.
"Are you forreal!?" Hanamiya asked, spitefulness and ridicule tinting every word, holding the love letter up so high it was as if he wanted to show the entire world the patheticalness he considered the confession clutched in his grip to be.
"Give that back!" I growled in a gravelly voice, however my growing anger only seemed to amuse him more. "Oh? You want it back?" he asked with a snort, pretending to give it to me before throwing it over his shoulder for his fellow teammates to read. My fist clenched so hard my knuckles turned white.
"Piece of shit..!" Those words had left the back of my throat like more of a shadow than my actual voice. "What the fuck is your problem!?" I yelled, hauling off to punch that vile grin off his despicable face as suddenly Aoyama's face flashed in front of my inner eye and stopped me midway in my movements.
Please..., It was almost as if I could hear her wobbly voice in the back of my head. C-Could you please give this to.. H-Hanamiya..?
I lowered my head.
"Oh?" A questioning sound left Hanamiya's lips, surprised at this turn of events. "I thought you wanted to punch me?" He asked teasingly as I only bit my tongue to keep any words from slipping past it and turned around to leave the gymnasium.
"Tell me your reply at four. I'm going to wait at the vending machines for five minutes and then leave. If you don't come, I will take it as a no." I mumbled, voice devoid of life before I quietly walked out. I tried to hold my anger inside at least until I had left Hanamiya's sight but as soon as I stepped over the threshold and turned the corner I was swallowed by my burning rage and before I even realized it, I had punched the freshly painted walls of the gymnasium, with such a force it probably sprained my hand.
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Why..?, I asked myself as I walked towards the place where I told Hanamiya to meet me.
Why the fuck did Aoyama like somebody like him?!
No matter how you twisted and turned it, it just didn't make sense. Aoyama was a frail person, beyond sweet and pleasant soul; the definition of a good girl.. while Hanamiya was the exact opposite - a despicably vile, arrogant bastard who probably got lost on his way to hell and that's how we ended up with him as a tormentor here on earth.
"Hm, you really are here." Hanamiya's voice reaching my ears brought me back to reality, as I only narrowed my eyes by the sight of him.
Speaking of the devil.
"So?" I asked, ready to hear his rejection.
"Hn. Why not." He said, causing my eyes to widen in astonishment at the words that had just left his lips.
"Really!?" I asked confused, the hint of joy for Aoyama mixed in, however it quickly vanished and was replaced by confusion as I warily took one step back. "..Why?" An uneasy feeling began to spread within my guts.
"Teasing you seems like a good pastime. That's why." Hanamiya simply said with a sadistic grin before roughly grabbing my chin to force my eyes to lock with his. Normally, disgust would have overcome me and I would have smacked his hand away, twisting his fingers in a desperate hope to break his bones, but right now confusion outweighed my disgust by far.
"W-Wait- What did you just say!?" I asked, trying to back away even further until I bumped with my back against the cold metal of the vending machine and noticed there was nowhere else to go.
"Hn." The basketball player released me from his grip and took one step away from me to give me a little space as it seemed.
"I said, I'm agreeing to being your boyfriend or whatever you want to call it." He said as I just stared at him dumbfounded.
"B-Boyfriend!?" I yelled disapproving.
"How about you tell me your name now? Unless you would prefer it if I just called you by whatever I feel like?" He asked, but noticing the trance I seemed to be in as I was still trying to comprehend what the hell he just said he just pulled out my student ID out of the pocket of my backpack and scanned the plastic card.
"H-Hey-!" I snapped back to reality for a second as the corner of Hanamiya's lip twitched up into the shadow of a smirk and he threw my ID over his shoulder.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" I growled, but he didn't even bother replying, turning around as he began to walk away.
"See ya. Yokoyama Mami." He said, waving halfheartedly before then disappearing in the direction of the school gates.
I slid down the vending machine.
What the hell just happened!?