Okay so this is a quick drabble that i wrote in order for the category to appear, though I did put effort into this . It's basically Miyamura's POV.
- rosie
Disclaimer note: I do not own Horimiya, Hori to Miyamura or any of its characters.
It may sound horrible but I'm glad her little brother Souta fell and got a bloody nose that day. If not for that i probably would never had the courage to speak to Hori-san so casually, and I would've never gotten the chance to be around her so much, and to see the real Hori-san.
" They say you're very shady"
(laugh)
" I don't think you're shady at all"
That smile that she gave me and those words were probably the trigger , the spark that lit the now glowing flame in my chest.I can't say that i fell in love with her right away, because that would be a lie. I don't think love works the way, the whole love- at- first- sight thing; well it didn't work that way for me. I didn't fall in love, no. But soon afterward i found myself constantly looking her way, I became aware of her presence, when i heard her voice and heard her laugh my ears would automatically perk up at the sound, when she passed me i would tense up .Somehow the thought of her and her smiling face brought me great comfort in my otherwise bleak school life. I found her so interesting - hmm maybe that's not the right word for it,I found her intriguing, strange, dazzling. I sometimes saw her interacting with some of her friends or other peers , she never brushed people off, never made fun of anyone, and she always did her best to help others around her, and because of this Hori-san was always surrounded by people. And because of this I suddenly found myself harboring a small crush on her.
Sometimes I think that fate lead me to walk that street, that street where I found Souta crying and bleeding after being startled by that dog. Surely it was serendipity. Because next thing i knew i was face to face to Hori-san. The Hori-san that no one else knew. She was dress down, but I didn't notice that much, I noticed her expression as she first saw Souta, the look worry and the maternal way she suddenly questioned him. When she noticed me she offered me to come in to thank me. I didn't know if she recognized me but, at that moment I knew that it was probably the only chance i had to get to know her, to know the real her. It made me glad on a certain degree that we both had something in common, that we had sides that no else could see. I wanted to know her and i wanted her to know me.
Walking down that street was probably the best decision I ever made.