Second Night: Miscalculate


You know quite a lot about him.

He has a serious sweet tooth (sweets for lunch every day?), he gets embarrassed easily, his unruly, golden hair is awfully fun to play with, his profile that you glimpse when he does archery is extremely handsome to say the least, when he blushes, the pink reaches his ears…

Your brain is filled with him as you lie in bed, staring out the window at the glimmering stars set against the black background of night. You try to look for constellations, finding the star Antares of Scorpius almost immediately. Your thoughts drift back to him again, remembering the time you lay in his arms- strong from archery practice- on a grassy hill near school. That time, almost a year ago, you noticed Scorpius, too. When you showed him, he laughed, eyes like silver crescents in the moonlight-

Your phone rings, making you jump.

His voice is quiet, husky, and shy over the phone, making you smile immediately. "Are you asleep yet?" He asks, as you absentmindedly listen to the whir of an electric fan in the background.

"'Course not… how would I be talking to you then?" You giggle, imagining him rolling his eyes exasperatedly.

"You know what I mean…" He mutters, "Is it okay for you to go out right now?"

Your smile widens as you swallow your urge to tease him more. "The hill, right?"

You always know him so well.

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He stands there, head tilted up at endless sky above him. When he hears your footsteps, his eyes soften considerably.

You run right into his embrace. As usual, he is warm, strong, safe. You feel so right, being with him. "I missed you…" He says into your hair.

You knew he'd say that. No matter how much he hides it, he doesn't like to be left alone.

… But then, right when you think he'll be like usual, shy, he looks down at you with those stormy gray eyes and whispers, "Hey… can I kiss you?"

He's never been this direct before. You're hardly shocked, though. You're too busy becoming more and more attracted to him.

As his fingers move towards your face, as he breathes his breaths against your lips…

You realize that you can't stop miscalculating him…there's so much that you don't know about him yet. He's not so simple to figure out. (Were his eyes always that shade of gray? Wait, were they silvery or stormy? Did his lips on yours always feel that good? Was his heart beating as rapidly as yours…?)

"I want to watch the stars with you forever," you breathe, but what you really mean is that you want to be with him until the day that you know him like the back of your hand.

END.


Ack! I don't think I've written something... not emoish, in a looooong time. Sorry if that sucked. Anywho, heheh. I wanted to write about a knowitall protagonist, so, yeah. Hurhur. I hope that worked out... D:

In case it was unclear, this drabble was about Ryunosuke Miyaji, the rather delightful (-snort-) Scorpio.

It's funny... When I was playing Summer, I actually ignored him until the end, cause I thought I wouldn't like him. I was all, "He's just a typical tsundere, whatevs." And then, when I actually did his route... Holy refrigerator. He was kind of adorable, with the constant blushing and all. (I like me some tsunderes) :B

Pfft. Awkward.

Coming up next:

Third Night: Separate