So, it was only right to decide who would do what. Sakutaro was exponentially good at writing scripts, while Mayu had a talent to stitching together a well-made outfit.
Today, the two of them were in the changing room, rows among rows of clothes lining in the back. Sakutaro was working on the script, scanning over it, editing any places that needed to be fixed. Mayu was in the back, looking over the many costumes for the roles. There were many to choose from, but, as Mayu put it, the costume had to fit the character perfectly.
The clicking of hangers and the scribbling of a pen was the only sound in the room, the two oddly silent around each other.
The play was a classic romance, put back into the medieval times. It was a fairy tale of course, in which Sakutaro despised, but he would help the theater club in anyway. He hadn't taken apart of this one, he didn't feel like it was right to be apart of a genre that he didn't like. Mayu wasn't apart of it either, she would help out backstage the night it would be shown.
Mayu came upon a certain costume. It was merely an outfit, but it made her heart flutter. Taking it off its hanger, she felt her heart grow at a quicker beat and heat start to flush on her face.
It was a wedding dress.
Lingering thoughts started to come back to her. For so long, Mayu had dreamt about that special day... and who that faceless man would be. As the years went by, she discovered that the faceless man was a close friend of hers. She peered over to Sakutaro, the taller teen too wrapped up in the script to notice.
She did indeed love him. She would never admit it... or not now at least. She was afraid of his rejection. She gazed back at the wedding dress. It had a snow-white fabric, and had no arm straps. A blue gem was placed at the middle of the breastplates. It was long, the smooth silk lining the hem draped to the floor.
Even if she had read the script thousands of times, she couldn't help but bring this up.
"Shig-nii?" She spoke up, and the male looked up from the script, looking over to her.
"Yes Mayu?" He replied, and she smiled, holding up the wedding dress. At sight of it, his eyes widened, a familiar heat starting to creep along his face.
"Does the script call for anything like this?" She asked softly, and he gulped.
"I-I don't think so... I-I c-can check though..." He trailed off, looking back at the script, his bangs covering his eyes as he started to go through the many pages. God dammit, he was getting flustered for little to no reason. Why did something like this have an effect on him?
Maybe it was the fact that the way Mayu held the dress up, it almost seemed like she was wearing it. It was a pretty sight indeed, but he shouldn't be thinking such things like that... right?
She blinked, noticing how flustered he became.
"U-Uh no Mayu, the play doesn't have any weddings in it..." He choked out, his heart beating so fast he thought it would stop. That image of her wearing that wedding dress of engrained into his brain.
"Ah, alright," She murmured, slipping the dress back onto the hanger and continuing her search for costumes.
When her back turned, he let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding in. It was bad enough that he cared for her, but something like this only made his blood rush. It had crossed his mind more than a few times that maybe she was the one...
Shaking his head to rid of the thoughts, he started to shakily go back to the script, trying his best to forget such things. But the deep heat on his face said other things.
He really hoped that she wouldn't notice...