Crizix:
A ton of one-shot ideas have been popping into my head lately, and I really want to write some of them out. It's really surprising, given my records of procrastination. So I guess that you can expect more uploads from me...for now. By the way, I have no idea how to build suspense, and this is actually my first attempt at any form of it at all, so please don't kill me if it's just plain terrible. And I don't like the title I gave this. And yeah, it's Teto Kasane's birthday, isn't it? Happy birthday to her, even though she's not mentioned in the story at all.


It was lunch time, and I was alone in the school library. Usually the library is crowded, but there was an optional assembly today, so I guess that everyone went to see it. I'm not sure what it's about. Miriam told me it had something to do with painting. Paint doesn't interest me, though. I'd much rather read.

So here I was, searching the fantasy shelf for something worth reading. An average-sized book called "Synchronicity" caught my eye. I pulled it from the shelf and opened it without bothering to look at the cover. I proceeded to read the prologue. The font was small, but big enough for me to read with ease. The story seemed to be interesting enough, so I walked to the nearby table and sat on it, reading.

Just as I flipped to the first chapter, I heard soft footsteps behind me. I craned my head towards the direction of the sound. It was my friend Len. "Hey Miku." He greeted.

"Hello, Len." I waved, even though we weren't far from each other.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I'm just reading. The assembly's subject doesn't appeal to me, and there would be too many people there anyway. I thought that you'd be there, though." I replied casually, sliding off the table.

"Well, I was, but Piko and Hiyori were being annoying. So I left. Besides, I could barely see anything from where we were; people's heads were constantly in the way." Len chuckled. I heard a nervous note in his voice. I examined him more closely with a raised eyebrow. He appeared to be tense.

"…Is something the matter?" I inquired.

Len jumped back, apparently startled. "Ah, wha-? No! Nothing's wrong! I'm perfectly fine! See?" He began acting strangely to show that he was fine. I simply stared at him.

"Uh…Yes. Right." Len stopped moving and he lowered his head to face the pastel green carpet. Silence settled in. It felt awkward, so I held the book I was reading in my right hand.

"Well, I guess I'll just leave a note saying that I'm borrowing this book." I stated. Len's head snapped back up at me. "See you later, Len." With that said, I turned my back to him and started walking towards the library's exit. However, my left wrist was grabbed, and before I knew it, I was on the floor with Len hovering over me.

"Le…Len?" I choked out. I was too stunned to say anything; this was too sudden. My eyes were probably as wide open as they could be. I shifted them in random directions, trying my hardest to avoid Len's face. I failed, though, and I eventually had to take a good look at him. His face was a bright crimson. He wore a serious and unreadable expression. His lower jaw was quivering. I wondered why.

My eyes inevitably locked with Len's. They were clouded with various emotions, none of which I could read. The intensity captivated me, though, and I couldn't avert my eyes. Suddenly I felt something tickling my face. I saw golden hair out of the corners of my eyes. However, it wasn't just the hair; it was also something else. Whatever it was, it was hot, and it carried a somewhat fruity scent.

I realized that this was Len's breath, and then it occurred to me that Len was leaning in, closer to me. His eyes were half-lidded. I felt my heart beat accelerate; I was nervous. But why was I nervous? What exactly was I anticipating? I felt my eyelids droop, and I slowly shut them, preparing for whatever was going to happen…

"…Whoa."

My eyes snapped open and Len shot straight up. I sat up while Len frantically searched for the source of the new, deeper voice. "Um…I'm right here." Sure enough, our friend Gakupo was standing at a reasonable distance from us. He looked shocked. I couldn't blame him; he had walked in on Len and I while we were in an odd position, about to perform an equally odd action. Much to my surprise and confusion, he glanced at Len and smirked.

"I-I-It's not what you think, Gakupo!" Len shouted with a flushed face. Huh? What was Gakupo thinking? Before I had a chance to ponder, he launched into this weird speech while wildly flailing his arms. Gakupo kept teasing him, prompting Len to raise his voice. Of course, this made Gakupo raise his voice as well. I picked up a couple things, but they were both talking so quickly that I could barely put the pieces together. Their volume made the process even more difficult. Still, I managed to figure out what they were saying, and I was even more baffled. What exactly were they talking about?

"Eh? I thought that we were just having a staring contest." I blurted out when Len stopped to catch his breath. Everything went silent as both proceeded to stare at me. Then Len somehow fell and landed face first. Gakupo gawked at me with a dropped jaw. "…What? Did I say something wrong?" I asked, innocently tilting my head to the left.


Crizix:
Augh! Gakupo, you ruined the moment! So what would have happened if he didn't? I...don't know. Is that bad? (By the way, Microsoft Word counted 860 words, while FFN counted 877. Odd. Which is correct? I dunno.) I must admit, my face got warm and I had to resist the urge to squeal (Okay, I gave in. Once.) while writing the supposedly suspenseful part, with Len pinning Miku down...Eh heh heh. I think my inner fangirl was starting to take control; I'm usually quite tame when compared to most. Scary. Anyway, I love to improve, so tell me what you think! If enough of you do, then I might consider writing a Len's Point of View complement to this. Might. So thanks for taking the time to read this~!

(Edit: Thanks to Ventiwings and MizukiLovesVocaloid for pointing out the dialogue spacing problem. I fixed it...I think.)