Chapter 2

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Akimitsu Takuto slowly pushed himself up and winced as he rubbed his head regretfully. I could feel my blush deepening with every second. All sorts of thoughts ran through my head. Did he hear me sing? What was he doing? Why was he hear? Soon, i could feel myself getting dizzy and I slid to the ground just as he lifted his head and scrutinized me. I blinked.

He stood up and walked around, his blue eyes calculating me carefully. I waited for a moment, the silence strangely deafening now. Even the birdsong couldn't calm me down. What is he doing...?

"Nothing special," he concluded. I blushed.
"W-what are you doing?"

He ignored me. "Figure, plain. Hair, plain. Face, plain. The only good part about you is your voice." I could feel myself continuously heating up. Mustering the best glare I could make, I stood up and brushed myself down. When I was ready, I lifted my chin up slight, just enough to seem annoyed and not to vain.

"Look, I know you're a famous idol and everything," my voice shook ever so slightly, "but it's just plain manners to get to know someone before you say stuff like that." Okay, my legs were shaking a lot now. He blinked and smirked.

"Little Manners Mistress, huh?" He snorted. I could feel my fists clenching up. Don't hit him, he's an idol, you should restrain yourself. Fortunately, at that moment, he turned around and casually sauntered off into the trees and disappeared. A moment later, I heard the sound of a motorcycle engine starting up and roaring off.

Letting out a little growl of frustration, I speed-walked all the way back to the apartment, my anger forcing all kinds of tangled thoughts to race through my brain. I could barely comprehend where I was going.

After struggling with the keys to my door, I slid inside and slammed the door behind me, panting. I sighed as soon as I caught my breath allowed my legs some time to regain its energy. It didn't take long for the silence to calm me down, and I walked inside and sat down on the cushion, staring at the cold cup of tea from just minutes before. The quiet sounds of birds chirping outside the window released me of all my frustration and I sighed, falling back to the cool wood. It felt good on my back. Staring up to the ceiling, the silence echoing through the house chased al those thoughts away and my loneliness came back, gnawing uncomfortably in my mind. I sighed. I was such a weak person, unable to keep smiling just because I was lonely. Heck, I didn't even have a reason to be lonely. I bit my lip, listening to the TV on the other side of the wall blaring off, and the singing of the bluebirds.

I stood up slowly and walked to the bathroom, to the mirror. My hair was a mess and my cheeks were still flushed from the recent encounter. I picked up a brush and dragged it through the messy hair, my mind once more on Sano. What was he doing right now? What is he thinking of? Did he eat enough at lunch? Then, something clicked in my mind and, for the first time since I last saw him, a smile stretched across my face. I could bring him lunch!

I happily bounded out and was itching to prepare, until I noticed that I had school tomorrow. I thought for a second. Oh well, I can study some recipes first. I'll just skip the morning period. Still smiling with glee at the prospect of meeting him again, I buried myself in the books and slept soundly through the night, waking up to the bright morning. Alright, let's get started!

Three hours later, I arrived at the footstep of the Sakigawa Track and Field Training Center for the Professionals, my heart beating nervously. I held a school bag with all my books on one hand and another three-layered bento box in the other. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the field and searched through the field for the face I longed to see. It didn't take me long to find him.

He crouched down slightly and, at the sound of his coach's command, leapt forward and ran. He jumped and soared over the bar with apparent ease and gracefulness. I couldn't help gaping. Smiling, I started over.

"Sano!" I yelled, waving my hand happily. Other glanced quickly my way and then turned back to what they were doing before.

He stared for a moment, surprised, then, after receiving his coach's permission, bounded over to me with a smile stretched across his face.
"Mizuki? What are you doing here?" I held the box up for him and he took it into his hands. "Lunch?"
"Yup! A bento box," I explained. "It should keep your energy up. And since we don't see each other much, I'm kind of worried that you don't eat enough and train too much. I'm glad I came. Your jump was amazing!" His smile grew gentler and my heart did a very high-school girl flip. I blushed.

Suddenly, he frowned. "Aren't you supposed to be at school?"
"well, yeah, but I wanted to give you this lunch." I admitted. "I'll go back to school after this."

His frown deepened. "Mizuki, I really appreciate this, but you should never skip school. Plus, you're also a girl. What would people think?" I felt my soaring feelings drop a whole meter immediately.

"But...well, I mean...yeah, I understand." I kept my smile on my face, but I could feel my heart held down with disappointment. "Then, I'll see you sometime soon, hopefully." His smiled returned on his face.

"yeah," he said, ruffling my hair affectionately. I beamed, feeling slightly better. I walked across the field quickly, not noticing that there was somebody in front of me until I hit him.

"Oh! I'm sorry..." my voice trailed off when I noticed who it is. He too, took off his sunglasses, his blue eyes open with surprise.
"Well, look who's here." He chuckled, shaking his red-highlight out of his eyes.
A man, his manager, I assumed, sighed. "Another girl you hooked up?" I blushed, my eyes going wide. He laughed.

"Nah, not my type at all." He glanced at my uniform. "Seika High School? Never knew you were such a smart person. Not to mention rich." He smirked. I glared at him.

"What's with that attitude?" I demanded, my anger rising. His smirk grew wider.

"Little Miss Manners seems to be getting worried about my attitude now, is she?"

At this point, I was so annoyed that I couldn't hold it in anymore. I simply burst.

"This is IT!" I yelled, attracting several glances. I barely noticed them, except the manager's slightly scary stare, which immediately made me become quieter. "I am SO SICK OF YOU. What is your problem with me?!"

"Nothing." He shrugged, still smirking. "I just like annoying you."

I glared at him menacingly. "If you think that I would just stand letting you annoy me every time I meet you, you are seriously mistaken." I took a step towards him, but at that moment, his bodyguard moved slightly.

"I believe you're forgetting who you're talking to." I winced as he raised his hand, miming a snap. His bodyguard seemed to take position. I glared at him, working in my mind to find a witty comeback. Nothing came up. Knowing there was nothing else I could say, I stormed past him, slamming the gate with dramatic anger and stalking off to school. At least I wouldn't have to meet him again, if I avoid famous places.

Sano's POV

I watched wistfully at Mizuki's retreating back, uncomfortable at the disturbing goodbye. But there wasn't anything I could do. Every day I worried about her, but to support both of us and our future, I knew I had to work harder than ever. I couldn't afford any mistakes. Something in the corner of my eye caught my attention and my eyes widened with shock. Akimitsu Takuto, the most recent popular boy singer slipping through the gate with his manager and bodyguard behind him.

But whatever shock I felt then didn't compare to what I felt after Mizuki stopped and started talking with him. Even from a distance, I could see that the young boy prodigy was annoying as ever. They chatted for a while, but it seemed more like an angry discussion than a casual one. Once, I even wanted to run over there immediately when I saw Akimitsu's bodyguard flinch, his hand raising to his torso. I couldn't deny that it made me feel better when Mizuki stalked off, clearly annoyed. But whatever relief I felt at that moment was crushed at Akimitsu's calculating and devilish face staring after her. I glared every so slightly. I would have to be even more careful than ever.

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