A/N: This is my first fic in almost 10 years! Whoo. Please review and tell me if i should keep going, and what to improve on.

Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Jellyfish.

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He had tried to tell her how he felt, even though he was unsure himself. Somehow, a chance encounter at a pet store had brought him this girl, this nerdy girl with whom he could be himself. It was only the second day he had known her, but he was never really shy about his feelings, so he wasn't surprised when he said it.

She fought and asked and pleaded for him to leave, but he kept showing up, just there, out of the blue.
She asked him why. Why did he come? Why did he want to come?

He told her, "What a silly question. Because I wanted to see you, Tsukimi".

It was a bold statement, it had slipped out naturally, without first registering in his head. But the words felt so right as they left his mouth that he did not care. He was, however, used to other reactions. Other girls would have swooned if he told them the same; they would have sighed, their eyes fluttering shut, and leaned in hoping for a kiss. But not her. She stared at him with that "deer in the headlights" look, her face slowly filling with blood, until she bounced away to safety.
He ended up leaving that night with no more progress than before. His heartbeat picked up and matched the rhythm of his heels clicking on the pavement as he strode confidently home.

What could he offer to this girl?
Sure, he was attractive, he was entitled, and his family was rich. He could bribe people if he really wanted to. But what did that matter, when everyone, including Tsukimi's best friends, thought he was a girl? Dressing up as a girl had been nothing to worry about for him so far, and this was the first time he actually considered the negatives. Sure, it was easier to get his way using this method, and he would never have to worry about having to become a politician (not that the illegitimate child would be expected to take up the family business anyway).
He forced all thoughts of Tsukimi from his head as he slipped quietly past the gate and made his way to his room. His dreams were filled with jellyfish.

…

The next morning, he went to school. His friends swarmed him, asking about where he had been the day before, asking for fashion tips, trying to make plans, but he blew them all off. It was funny, how you don't realize how miserable you truly are until you find someone who can make you happy. The girls he usually hung around with were pretty and fashionable, but they didn't have a single original thought in their fluffed up little heads. They didn't have a single interest that separated them from each other. In the midst of them, Tsukimi stood out like a beacon. She was creative, she was artistic, and she was passionate about life. Just by looking at the pictures plastered all over her room, he could tell that she was interesting on the inside, and he had quickly grown bored with everything else his life had to offer.
He ended up leaving half way through last period, changing into his drag outfit for the day, and going over to Tsukimi's.
As always, his arrival was met with cautious reluctance. The bribe from the night before had clearly worked, but suspicions abounded about why it was he was there. He grabbed Tsukimi's hand and dragged her to her room, swiftly shutting the door. He could tell she was still uncomfortable around him, but was slowly coming to. "Maybe it's the drag that makes her uncomfortable", he thought, and started pulling off his wig and shirt.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her staring curiously.
"Oh right. Virgin. I forgot", he thought.
Her brown eyes darkened a shade, but when he turned to face her, she froze. He felt the waves of panic radiating from her.
"Tsukimi, don't be afraid of me", he said.
She replied by hiding behind her hands and asking him to kindly put his shirt back on.
Curious to see what her reaction would be, he stole forward on his hands and knees, to where she was crouching and leaning up against the door. He slowly moved his face closer to hers. She tensed, sensing his approach.
Like a panther, he bode his time and waited, until her hand fluttered and both were gently lowered. He took the opportunity to lean forward and gently press his lips against hers.
Her lips were warm and soft, and he could feel his lip gloss smearing over them. A brief feeling of regret shot through him at being in drag, especially as she quickly became like stone, rigid and unyielding. He tried to coax a response out of her, but it was like she wasn't there anymore. He pulled back, running a hand through his short blonde hair, and couldn't help but think if it would have been different had he not been wearing make-up.
A few minutes passed before Tsukimi reacted. Once more, she didn't do at all what he expected.

She simply quietly whispered, "Please leave", and shuffled onto the bed, hiding beneath her covers.