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"I love you."
"W-What?"
"You heard me."
"Yeah, I heard you. I'm just not sure if I heard you right."
"Then that's not my problem anymore."
"Natsume!"
"Polka Dots."
"Did you just say you love me?"
"You heard what you heard."
"Wow… You are just the most unromantic guy ever, Natsume."
"Hn."
"Confessing to me while we're mopping the gym floor, really?"
"…"
"I mean, you could've said it with a bouquet of roses and a box of fluff puffs… or maybe write me a poem or sing me a love song—"
"You wish, Polka Dots."
"—but no, you just had to confess your love to me while we're both sweaty from cleaning the school gym, didn't you? You think your confession compensates for breaking Tsubasa-senpai's nose and spilling orange juice all over my dress? And then dragging me into this mess with you? If you weren't being such a complete asshole during the prom, I wouldn't have thrown the salad bowl at you. I wouldn't be going to detention for a week, and definitely not wasting my time and energy cleaning the gym. So, really, Natsume, you think a simple "I love you" from you makes up for all the trouble you've caused me?"
"Yeah."
"Go to hell, Natsume."
"I'm still madly in love with you, Mikan."
"…"
"You're blushing."
"Shut up. I love you too, you jerk."
Smirks.
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"Natsume, next time you get jealous, try not to be so violent and obnoxious, okay?"
"Fine."
-End-
Boredom makes me write stupid things.
Till next time, dudes. :P