Disclaimer:I do not own Vocaloids and that includes VY2 about it though...if I owned Yuma...oh,yum... ;)

They were so different.

He liked his coffee black.

She liked hers sweet with milk and sugar and a little honey.

He favored the quiet peace of a shady tree or the rooftops during lunchtime.

She favored the cheerful atmosphere of the classroom as she ate.

He liked spicy food.

She couldn't handle it.

She liked sweets.

He complained about the cavities.

He rode a motorcycle to school every day.

She couldn't even ride a bike.

She was cheerful and soft and sweet.

He was quiet and blunt and short-tempered.

Yet they were alike in other ways.

They both liked to sing and sometimes they would sing together after school, their voices carrying down the empty hallways in a beautiful harmony.

They both liked the roller coaster at the amusement park. They had gone on it together a few times now and were planning on going again on summer break.

They both hated the sound of cicadas.

They both had a strange liking for vegetable juice.

They loved the beach.

They loathed the feeling of being ignored (even if it was his fault he was sometimes).

He liked her teal twin tails although he'd never admit it.

She thought his pink hair looked better without his usual black beanie but you would never hear her saying so out loud.

He loved when she laughed because her blue eyes lit up like stars.

She found his low voice soothing and sweet although half of the things that came out of mouth weren't exactly sweet at all.

He liked her weird love for leeks.

She thought his odd obsession for loquats was cute.

He thought she was pretty especially when she smiled at something he said.

She thought he was handsome when he actually smiled.

He really liked her, more than he should.

She really liked him and that made up for the reluctance on his part.

They were different yet so alike.

Maybe that's why they felt like they belonged together, every touch and every word exchanged, every song sung and every smile.

She could get used to eating on the rooftop and he could learn to like cupcakes.

She could learn to like spicy pork ramen and he could walk her to school in the mornings instead of ride his motorcycle.

They could teach each other and they could grow together.

They were different in their own ways but it was in those ways they had learned to love each other.

And that's all that matters in the end, right?

AbomiT: This drabble is dedicated to my fabulous first reviewer, solitaryloner. She asked for Yuma x Miku and I couldn't help but oblige.

Thank you dearie for the review. :3 It really made my day.

I hope I did fluff correctly because I'm so very used to angst and plenty of it. OTL

Well,anyways,please review and don't simply favorite or story alert me or something. Although those are nice,yes.