It has been two months into my third year of my high school life at Kibitou high school. I have been class rep for two months more or less now. I have sworn to do my best in all my tasks, organize the Sousetsai festival, and focus on my studies to go to a good university since day one of high school.
"Ohayo, Umehara!"
"Ohayo, Taisho!"
It has been my goal. To best I can be. To focus on my studies. It was a priority of mine, and nothing would interfere with my strive for excellence. I would be the girl everyone depended on, the girl people would go to if they needed help. Nothing could divert my efforts. Not sickness, not physical limits, not my older sister, and definitely not "young love."
"Ohayo, Kaoru!"
"Junichi! Ohayo!"
However last year, during the Sousetsai, one of those things did snatch my attention. I actually noticed how many couples were in Kibitou High School. There were many, to my surprise. I began to wonder what that was like. I'd experienced many high school experiences, but not that one. Affection, care, love. It hit me while watching couples dance around the bond fire towards the end. I shrugged it off as a worthless curiosity, found no value in further wondering and tossed the thought from my mind. However, I can't say it left my heart...it was racing that night. I took shelter in the darker and empty hallways of the school building, making my way to my classroom overlooking the festival.
Footsteps approached behind me as the class began to trickle in.
It was this night that threw everything in me out of uniformity. My heart was still pounding at the wonder, even though my mind had long since tossed it out. I began to make my way out of the building to check on the final festivities, maybe it would set everything straight again. A faint voice came from the hall outside the classroom. "Geez, where is it?" It definitely sounded like a male student.
"Ohayo, Ayutsuji-san!"
I made my way towards the door, to confront him and maybe sort out his situation, he really wasn't supposed to be in the main building at this time. The tapping of his shoes against the tile floor increased in volume as he drew nearer. I was just about to round the door frame. There was little light, only the glow from the fire outside barely illuminated the dark classroom. "Excuse me, you really shouldn't-" Bam! Our heads clashed as they banged against each other and I fell back as he fell forward. His weight pinned me down against the cold tile floor. "Owwwwwwww, err, gomenasai," he said rubbing his head, still on top of me. The flame outside swayed slightly and the illumination cast light briefly on both of our faces. "A-Ayatsuji-san? G-Gomen!" He stuttered. Our faces were mere inches away from each other. His face was cute and he had a charming factor to him that made my heart race. Especially from earlier. "W-What are you doing in here?" I asked. "Ahahaha, errr, I was looking for Morishima-senpai's headband, she may have left it in here earlier..." I motioned for him to get up since he really wasn't going to get off me and reached into my skirt pocket, pulling out a black head band. "Is this it?" He took it and cheerfully responded, "Hai! This is it! Arigatou gozaimasu, Ayatsuji-san!" I waved him off, "No problem, I found it earlier on your desk." He waved a cheerful goodbye saying thanks again on his way out the door. He was cute, and polite, and could be clueless at some points, but he was caring. I had a slight feeling a while back, but shrugged it off. But when our faces were a mere three inches from each other, I could feel his gentle breath and looked into the deep mystery of his dark eyes. A connection between mind and heart shorted, and something definitely sparked to life. I've had a growing crush on him since that incident. Had I really grown that weak? That was how I began feeling emotions I've never experienced before. Toward my class-rep assistant.
"Ohayo, Tachibana-kun!"
Junichi Tachibana.
