D/C: Honey and Clover doesn't belong to me, nor the song used in this story.
And I just wanna show you
She don't even know you
She's never gonna love you like I want to
You just see right through me but if you only knew me
We could be a beautiful miracle unbelievable instead of just invisible
"Mayama… Can I ask you something?" Her voice was a little shaky when she said this. Sure she had asked him hundreds of questions that were personal. She had even asked him about when he got circumcised.
"Shoot." He said nonchalantly. His mind was obviously off somewhere else.
"Why do you like her?" She gulped as she finished her sentenced. Mayama looked at her and resumed to looking blank again.
"Why do you ask?" He replied. He got a sweet from his pocket and ate it.
"Well… I'm just curious… If you don't want to tell me, it's okay." She figured that it would be best if she just gave up and shut up. When Yamada was about to turn away, she noticed that Mayama turned to her direction again.
"Maybe it's because we have something in common," He started. Yamada then looked at him. "Go on." She said to him.
"Not just because we both like art, but, we kind of have this… uh, I don't know what to call it exactly. Just that I feel we both have this 'need'."
"Need? Like that need?" She joked around. Mayama just glared at her.
"Okay okay! I was just joking…" She apologized. Mayama just sighed and turned to his desk again. He got a hold of his drawing book. He flipped the pages. Yamada was just looking at the pages behind him. Just when Mayama was about to start drawing on a blank page, a classmate approached him.
"Hey Mayama, Mr. Hiroshi wants to see you in his office. It's about the drawing you submitted for the contest." Jin said. Mayama just nodded and big Yamada goodbye. He forgot his drawing book. It was lying open in front of Yamada.
"Baka… He forgot his drawing book," She transferred to his seat. "it wouldn't hurt if I take a look at this, right? He's been a little secretive with his stuff lately…" She thought.
She began looking at every page. It consisted only sketches and drawings of one person: Rika Harada. Her heart began to swell at every drawing. Sure he had drawn her before but that was like ages ago, when they were still in elementary. What is with her that I don't have? She asked herself. On the last page was yet another drawing with her. It was well drawn. She could already say that Mayama had put a great deal of effort in drawing Rika. It was so full of hard work, and love. There was something written next to the head's drawing. And it read:
Just why do I like you so much, Rika Harada?
I know this feeling that I have for you won't be heard
It won't be felt by you, maybe not in a million years
Before she knew it, teardrops fell from her eyes, staining the drawing.
"Why do you love her that much Mayama? What is it that she has that I don't? She's too blind to notice that you like her…" She closed the drawing book and left the classroom and hurried her way to the girl's comfort room.
It's hard for you to really see me, isn't it, Mayama?