I watch my best friend's face while he got a love confession. His face slightly turned red but it wasn't noticable unless you stared really hard. In the end, after all the courage it took for the girl to confess, he just turned her down gently while bowing down.

Hatsune Miku had her elbows propped up the window sill two stories above the ground with a perfect view of the scene happening behind the gymnasium. She felt slightly bad for the girl since she fell for such a troublesome guy. It was a waste of her looks too.

Once everything ended smoothly and they promised to start off as friends (Yeah... Right), the girl ran from the area and Makimiya Fuuki let out a sigh of relief.

"Fuuki!" I called out. I suspect that he already noticed I was there even if we were about a good twenty meters away. I waved my hand and he started to walk towards the entrance of the old school building. In two minutes, he finally got to the staircase where I was standing.

He huffed, a bit out of breath from climbing up a set of stairs. He was never an atlethic person but considering how he walked towards here instead of running, he was really out of shape. "You're really out of shape." I voiced my thoughts.

"Sh- Shut up." He said, trying to catch his breath. "I thought we were supposed to meet half way."

"I figured you needed the exercise." Was my excuse. Remembering why I called him anyways, I interrogated him. "Why'd you reject Luka-san? She's a looker and she has good grades. It's not like you get those types every day. Not to mention, she has really huge-"

"Don't even dare mentioning such a vulgar thing in front of me." I tried to stifle a laugh from this. "Plus, I'm pretty sure it wasn't me she liked."

"Hm?" I honestly thought she liked with him since I often caught her glancing at the two of us in the cafeteria, to be more specific, Fuuki. And I reckon a woman would fall for me.

"She probably likes Kaito-sensei like all the others. It sucks that I look a lot like him." He sulked. I couldn't disagree. After all, he really did look like Kaito-sensei with his blue hair and eyes. Not to mention that he also always wears a blue muffler.

"Hm. You're a bit different though. I think you look more like the blocker from that one volleyball anime." I said, gesturing to his glasses and short messy hair. "You should lose that old muffler though. The resemblance gets stronger."

He hissed at that comment. "Never." Was his short reply. "I don't get why you're so attached to that thing." I actually remember clearly what the muffler was. It was a blurry memory but if I wasn't mistaken, it was the muffler I gave to him when we were kids. Where it came from though, was a mystery.

"Anyways, you shouldn't be so choosy. You're lucky enough that you get confessions unlike me." To be honest, I was never as noticed as much as my childhood friend. He says I don't look as bad as I think but I'm pretty sure he was just sparing my feelings. Even so, Fuuki wasn't even popular so you can just imagine how much I stand out at school.

He raised his eyebrow. "You don't? You're really cute though." What an obvious liar. Whenever he lies, he bites either the insides of his cheeks or his bottom lip, looking away. A surefire telltale. I laughed at this. "You need to improve your lying." He looked at me with a slightly confused expression. "You saw through?" I laughed back as response.

"I wasn't lying for the second part though." I just stared at him. "Yeah, well since I've let you hang out with this cutie for nine years, treat me to some ice cream." I half-joked, quite serious about the topic of ice cream though. He frowned a bit at this. "I'm going to look more like sensei if I walk around eating ice cream."

"Never said you had to buy yourself ice cream." I reasoned. "So you're just leaving me out to eat ice cream for yourself." He pouted.

"Hm... Well let's get going anyways!" I said, taking the first few steps down the staircase. Fuuki sighed. "Stairs. Again. And I don't even get ice cream afterwards."

After thinking about it for a while, I finally found the solution to Fuuki's huge problem. "Then buy me two."

"Huh?" He asked confused. "Are you trying to push your luck or something?" I laughed a bit. "If you're that worried about getting seen holding the unholy cream, I'll just hold both our ice creams for you."

"Oh... Wait- How am I supposed to eat it without holding it?" I grinned at this. "You've played a million of galge, Fukkun. I think we all know by now that you have to lean in like the beautiful main character you are and lick the ice cream from where the heroine's holding it." He grimaced. At both the scenario and the nickname I called him.

"I'm not that desperate- Ah." A sudden idea came to his mind. "Let's just buy a tub of ice cream from a konbini instead." It was a rather uninteresting idea but at least it was practical. That also meant I had to come over to his apartment again, which I was planning to do anyways, but still...Wait... Thinking about it now, we were given that really difficult math homework. It was a good chance to copy his and (pretend to) work on it with him so I just nodded my head and agreed to his suggestion.

We stopped by a convenience mart and decided on Häagen Dazs. Except the flavors we chose were different.

"I told you, cookies and cream is better! Plus, mint choco is that teacher's favorite. I don't want it!" He tried to silently wail, considering the other people in the store. I tried to defend the gloriousness that is mint choco chip but in the end, the person paying had the upper hand.

He gave me a smug smile while we headed towards his apartment. I unceremoniously entered and said a decently loud "Excuse me." while removing my shoes and putting on the slippers tht Fuuki usually wears.

"Oi. That's mine, you idiot." I tried looking innocent. "Eh? Is that so? Well these are the slippers I remember wearing yesterday when I went to visit."

"That's because you ALSO wore them yesterday." He calmly explained. Yes, calmly. "But they're so much comfier than the ones I usually use." I whined but exchanged them for my own anyways.

"Next time we go shopping, I'm buying new slippers since the one you chose for me is way too hard." To which I just recieved a small "Hmph". I smiled at him to say that I was still pretty thankful for the hard slippers and was okay with them. Either that or I just naturally smiled at how childish he was acting.

"Well then, the ice cream's going to melt if we don't start eating it soon, right?" Fuuki gave a faint smile back and we went into the kitchen. We got our own bowls and I grabbed both our chopsticks when Fuuki raised an eyebrow. "Why... Would you eat ice cream with chopsticks?"

"I don't have my own spoon here." Was my simple reply. "It's either I go down this path alone or I drag you down with me. I prefer the latter. Plus, this is your chance to merge with your inner Japanese, Fukkun. The westerners are influencing you too much." He dropped the eyebrow but continued giving me the strange look.

"Yeah... I'm going to... grab my spoon now." He said while slowly reaching for the evil western item. Traitor.

"If you grab the damn spoon, I'll use your chopsticks." I threatened with a serious look. He laughed at this. "This is my apartment, Miku. I can use YOUR chopsticks anytime without you knowing about it." I glared at him and repeated out loud, "Traitor."

We ate the ice cream in silence as I continue glaring at him and his spoon. One more item to add to my shopping list, I guess. "Geez. Stop glaring... You do know we have spoons for visitors, right?" My eyes widened in disbelief at this. "You had extra spoons and you didn't tell me?"

"Well I'd love to tell you how I was inspired by seeing your Japanese spirit burning when you used chopsticks to try and eat ice cream that's almost completely melted... But honestly, I just wanted to see how you finish your ice cream soup with that." He reasoned. "Just give me a spoon." I said, not wanting to argue anymore.

As I thought. Mint choco does taste better.


Aaaa— These drabbles were written almost a year ago mostly for self indulgence so?

Sorry for labeling Fuuki as an OC btw. Vipperloids have their own character tag but for some reason UTAUloids don't. So fyi that beautiful main character is actually real and can sing so yeah...

(If you're wondering how I ended up with a complicated pairing like these two, I blame everything on TadanoCo-san and his songs. Two of them had these two in a duet/background harmony and I just-)