AN: i couldnt help it. this two could give me the feels the same as my two dorks.

EDIT: there's a playlist on my profile that has all the songs. i hope you listen to it. it helps with reading :)

yeah i dont own captain tsubasa or any songs of disney sorry

I Won't Say I'm In Love

No matter what her cousin told her, she was not in any way, attracted to him.

Sure, she could admit that he was pretty good looking and she wasn't saying he wasn't. As someone who lived and breathed fashion, she could see who looked gorgeous and who didn't. She grew up watching models try out her mother's clothes and getting photographed with it. By now, she should be a pro when it comes to the looks department.

And he wasn't only good looking. He was smart, seeing that he could pass all of their classes effortlessly. He could take in those complex math formulas in a blink of an eye, figure out how chemical equations work, and can keep up with the literature discussions with their teacher. Not to mention he knew how to speak English, French and Japanese already.

He was also kind. He would gladly help someone in need. He would save a drowning dog without thinking of his clothes, climb a tree to get a cat that was stuck on the tree's branches, and help a child find their parents.

Though, his talent in soccer was his most known charm point. It was undeniable that he knew what to do in the field. His technique and superb pass work whenever he was playing was amazing to watch, and that was something considering she was a soccer player herself. He could really live up to his name as the "Artist of the Field."

She could admit that he was a great person. She could see it every day.

But that did not mean, in any shape or form that she liked him.

Misaki Tarou was just someone she could easily talk to.

They're both into soccer, so they could have a simple chat on what team looked to be a contender for the season. The last time they talked about that, they both agreed that Cerezo Osaka seemed to be the one winning the J League this year.

They were both avid readers, so they could have complex debates on whatever literature piece is hot on the radar right now. It's only matter of time before she could force him to read one of her favorite books.

There was also their knowledge of the French language. She knew because of her ancestry and him because he had to learn when he was in France. It was great talking to him in French, because then people wouldn't be able to understand what they were talking about. They could talk about anything, from the weather all the way to looks good with who (often times they just talk about Sanae and Tsubasa. Lord knows they need to just kiss and make out). They could even share inside jokes with each other and not have anyone know why she was on the floor laughing and clutching her stomach while he was trying so hard to suppress the grin on his face.

It's like they have their own little world.

She turned her attention to him as he chatted animatedly with Wakabayashi, probably something involving about soccer again. Honestly, is that the only thing they could talk about?

But, as she rested her elbow on her desk and laid her cheek on it, soccer's what made them, what made him.

So instead of criticizing their topic of choice, she took this time to study his features.

As she said before, he was good looking. Brown hair that framed his face just right, dark brown eyes that made almost every girl swoon, a button nose fit for a typical good looking boy (bishonen, as her twin sister would say), a perfectly chiseled chin to complement his looks, and lips-

Was he staring back? Holy shit, he was. Okay, think Ayame. He must not under any circumstances figure out she was staring.

So, instead she stuck her tongue out at him.

She watched as he knitted his eyebrows in confusion, and she only glared lightly at him, before he finally shrugged and turned back to his conversation.

She finally stopped her glare and sighed in relief. Crisis averted. He did have a small tendency of teasing and who knows what he would have done when he found out she'd been staring at him.

She went back to gazing at him as he laughed along with Shiori about something concerning Wakabayashi.

Oh who was she kidding, she totally had the hots for him.

It wasn't her fault that she started to like him, she couldn't help it! How could she? Ever since they met, he was nothing but a gentleman.

He would treat her with so much kindness, even if she was that one half-American student that every other person that wasn't in the soccer clubs would avoid. He would humor her whenever she would say something sarcastic and he would reply back with the same sarcasm (something she was looking for in an ideal partner). He shared the same thoughts as her on certain topics and he could hold his own whenever they clash ideas. And whenever she jokingly flirted with him, he would waste no time in retaliating (which often led her being embarrassed).

Really, he was so perfect that sometimes, she didn't how someone like him existed at all.

She put her arms flat on her desk and laid her head on top of them, still looking at him.

Yes, she was in love with him, but she sure as hell not going to admit it out loud.

AN: is sanae has studio ghibli movies, then ayame has disney movies. so, this story has a whole disney theme going on. mostly chapter titles. they'll be song titles from various disney movies and the chapter would be based on it. hehehe thanks

anyway, flying on little wings is still my main priority, so i'm going to update this not as often as the other baby. usually just when im having trouble writing for folw. but yeah.

thanks for reading and cya soon