Once upon a time, I wrote a poem for her. About her.
It wasn't very good. But I wrote it anyways
And kept it in my bookbag, tucked away: a secret.
When I looked at her and she didn't notice, I would
Think about my poem and it would make me smile.
Then, one day, after Hosting was done,
She appeared by my side, holding a creased piece of paper.
My poem for her.
"I found this on the ground next to your bag, Mori-senpai.
Did you write this?"
What can I say? Nothing, as usual. I can only nod, and hold my breath.
And then, she lays a warm hand on my arm. "This is really good!
You should try writing more, Mori-senpai." And she smiles at me.
Now I keep a notebook, and I write in it every once in a while.
Someday, maybe she'll read it, and she'll smile at me like that again.
I can only hope.