AN: So, I felt like oneshotting, so have some crack pairing!

Which I totally support anyway. (I blame Lost Souls.)

You always were envious of that girl.

Mizki Ichira was eerily beautiful, with that silky chocolate brown hair that hung to her shoulders, and those huge brown eyes in her pale face.

She was like a china doll, something so fragile and beautiful it would crack if you tapped it.

And you were so jealous.

Not of her, but of those people near her.

That peach-haired boy who wrapped those silky strands of her hair around his fingers, and planted kisses on her porcelain cheeks.

Your friends laughed at you, but you would always stare at her once everyone else was gone.

Everyone else thought she was weird, with her pale skin and how her eyes seemed too big for her face, and her too-big clothes, but you ignored them.

To you, Mizki was not 'odd'. She was beautiful. She was perfection.

You didn't want to ever fail anyone.

So you were perfect. You played the flute in concert band, you got straight As, you were pretty.

You couldn't sleep, it was too difficult. You had maybe a few hours in two days.

Food was too high-fat. A little is enough.

Everyone had so many expectations-the parents, your friends, everyone in the school.

You couldn't fail them.

You dated a 'nice boy'. You never really liked him, but people expected you too, so you couldn't let them down.

You had to be perfect.

You had to be perfect.

You stayed late in the chem lab-you were supposed to do some extra-credit.

But you know she will be there.

She walks in.

You drop the beaker you're holding.

She sits next to you.

You search deep within yourself, trying to find the courage to talk to her.

"Uh..."

"Why did you drop that?" Her voice is beautiful, despite its quietness. It takes you a moment to hear what she said.

"S-Sorry."

"You know that that's integral."

You jerkily nod.

"I'll get Hiyama-sensei."

You watch her go over to him, and are overwhelmed by jealousy.

You want to be Mizki Ichira.

You want to be with Mizki Ichira.

Fuck, fuck, why didn't you talk to her?!

You lead Hiyama-sensei to the girl in the corner of the room.

He frowns, and begins to lecture her on why she shouldn't drop lab equipment.

You watch.

She's odd-looking, with spiky black hair that hangs over her face and masks one of her mismatched eyes.

She seems...bored.

Relaxed.

You haven't been relaxed in years.

And, as you sit down and begin to work, you look back at the girl, and you are jealous.

And you wish that you could have talked to her.