Claire de Lune
Summary: For once, Maehara just wants to be transparent to his best friend under the blanket of stars and the moon.
He walks back home with him, with his best friend. It wasn't a strange sight, they've been walking home together ever since they were both in elementary school. The stars are out tonight, a million brilliant lights covering the blanket of midnight blue and helping the crescent moon give light.
He sighs, stops walking, and begins to wonder how it ended up like this. Maybe he started feeling like this at the end of their second year, when it was predicted that he would fall right into the End Class along with the other losers. He was actually sad not because he was going to Class 3-E, but because he wouldn't be with him, and was secretly delighted when he found out that he was going to be in Class 3-E as well, although he would never tell that to anyone. Maybe it was when they were handed the impossible task to kill their new teacher, the way he handled the situation and led the class surprised him. He knows more than anyone else that Isogai Yuuma excels at leading of course, but seeing it in action still left him in awe. He doesn't know when it started, of course, nobody knows when they actually start feeling it. He just suddenly came to a realisation one day, and he's afraid of it-afraid of the feeling, of the pain it usually comes with.
He starts seeing more girls, even more than he usually does. He tries to hide, to mask himself, by using those girls. He feels the guilt weigh down on him of course, for using them, but the fear dominates in his heart. He hates himself for being such a coward, for being so weak that he can't bring himself to face him without feeling a slight tinge of pain. He slowly fades into the background, watching as his best friend transforms into a more efficient leader while he's stuck in the water, unable to reach the surface. He starts to watch in the backseat, slowly giving his place in the front row seat to Kataoka Megu.
"Hey Maehara!" his best friend calls after him, a few meters away from him, snapping him out of his reverie. "What's taking you so long? I'm gonna leave you if you don't start walking." and he laughs, and the sound sends shivers down Maehara's back. He watches as his best friend turns his back on him, watches those annoyingly cute antennae at the top of his head, slowly begin to fade into the darkness. He feels his heart yearn for him, feels the stars tell him to get moving, feels the wind pushing him, slowly nudging him forward, sees the moon shine light, showing him the way. He lets out a little chuckle then, silently thanking the wind, the moon and the stars for telling him what to do, for shining a feeble ray of truth.
Maehara chases after the best friend he's been in love with for how long, nobody knows. He just knows that he needs to get out of the cage he's brought himself in, to break the facade, to stop hiding from the truth. He reaches out, his arm visibly shaking, and grips the other's arm tightly as he spins him around to face him. He looks directly at the other one's dark orbs, feel his heart drop down to his stomach. It doesn't matter anymore, he thinks. Tomorrow, when the sun shines, it'd be as if nothing happened. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and crashes his lips to the black-haired boy's, hearing the surprise he made, and kisses him, not in the way Bitch-sensei taught them or how he kissed all those other girls, but gently, with a silent plea of "don't leave me" and an even more silent "I love you".
It's alright, he thinks. It doesn't matter anymore. When the sun shines, it'd be like nothing happened and they're just best friends. But right now, even if it was only for tonight, he wants to be transparent under the blanket of stars with the silver moonlight shining through.
A/N: Whenever I listen to Debussy's Claire de Lune, I think of transparency to someone you love, so voila: an Isohara drabble about being transparent about your feelings. I know this is just as good as the others, meaning it sucks, but I still thank you for giving this crappy drabble a little bit of your time. I truly appreciate it. As usual, please excuse the grammar and spelling errors you may encounter along the way. Comments are very much welcomed! -olympicmayhem
