Heeey~ It's my first Nisekoi story! How 'bout something a little bit tragic, in memory of the recently sunken ship, Haru X Raku? It was an awfully well developed ship though, and the ending of that ship was quite sad *wipes tear from eyes with a napkin*, though, I won't spoil it~ So here's a little insight into Haru's mind. Enjoy~!
A prince charming should have shining eyes, and blonde, shiny hair, and ride a white horse to save his damsel. He'd be kind, clever, eloquent. He'd be perfection.
This prince isn't like that at all.
He's so stubborn, and dense. He doesn't seem to notice anything, especially when it comes to the girls around him.
. . .
But how does he always know when I'm feeling down?
His hair is always messy, he should really clean up.
. . .
But, it does make him look awfully cute, a bit like a child.
Whenever he's near onee sama, he stumbles about his words, sputtering out whatever he can think of. How un-prince like.
. . .
Yet he always knows what to say to me, about how I feel, what I want, what I'm afraid of.
He hurts so many girls in his class, and yet doesn't realise when he does it.
. . .
Still, when I'm with him, I feel all my pain fly away.
But, in the end . . .
I'm hurt too.
I'm hurt thinking about him with onee sama.
I'm hurt hearing his laughter when he's with Tsugumi.
I'm hurt watching his arm being grabbed by Marika.
I'm hurt when he notices that Chitoge changed her shampoo.
I'm hurt . . . because . . .
He's the worst prince.
He's the worst, pathetic, most disgusting, perverted, jerk prince.
But he's my prince.
No, he's not my prince.
Not because I don't love him,
but because . . .
He doesn't love me.