sept '05
takafuji
226 words
Imagine a butterfly in a field of flowers, okay? It's having the time of its life, fluttering here and there in the sunlight.
Now imagine a train, one of those gigantic steam engines, exploding out of nowhere.
So the butterfly's dead, and I have no idea what to do about my new boyfriend.
Maybe I'm being incoherent, but that's all his fault.
I'm a nice guy. Everybody tells me that, and sometimes I want to hit them and tell them that I'm not, but I'm a nice guy.
Fuji won't leave me alone anymore.
Taka-san, let's go to the coffee shop. Taka-san, is it okay if Yuuta comes with us today? Taka-san, are you okay, you've looked a little stressed lately. Taka-san, let me take a picture of you. Taka-san, Taka-san, Taka-san.
When buchou returns, Fuji's obviously going to go right back to him.
Taka-san, are you all right? Look, Taka-san, there's Akutsu. Are you hungry, Taka-san? Let's practice that doubles formation again, Taka-san. Taka-san, Taka-san, Taka-san.
Every time I decide that today's the last day, he does something, maybe just hands me my towel without me asking. And every time, I smile back and end up putting my hand on his shoulder.
Taka-san, I love you.
I tell him, I know that, and we both grin and hold hands. We both know that we're lying.