Author's Note: Took this little drabble's inspiration from Kimi ni Todoke's Kazehaya Shouta. Knowing how friendly Kazehaya is, there was this gag/thing where everyone calls him "Everyone's Kazehaya-kun" (literally meant that everyone owned him and that no girl will claim him as hers). Taichi suits this well, in my opinion – and how Sora will react to it will be utterly different from Sawako.
Sidenotes
Glitches
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She never had a problem with Taichi being class representative, nor had she noticed he talked (and played, and flirted) with a lot of girls until now. The funny feeling she felt as she watched him do a cheesy magic card trick with the female class representative – Kiko-chan – was something terribly foreign. She got worked up earlier when the two went out of the classroom together, but found relief when they returned with their English workbooks.
But no longer was Taichi doing class representative obligations, and it ticked her off that he didn't even glance at her. Her eyes pierced through the back of his head, hoping he'd feel the non-existent hole she's burning through.
But like always, he didn't, and he chuckled instead, loud enough for everyone to hear. In a few, he was crowded by the others, boys and girls alike, insisting him to show one of his few tricks. She let out a loud, obvious grunt, rolled her eyes in disgust as the brunet successfully made them ogle in amusement. She had seen all those tricks beforehand, and none of them were really impressive - except for the flower stunt he pulled off for her at the family shop two weeks ago.
Her train of thought was cut off as Yamato poked her by the shoulder, asked her if she had a sore throat since she grunted so loud. With a grim face, her eyes signaled to Taichi and his lady friend. The blond no longer pressed on the matter, returned to his seat with a book on hand. She swore she heard him call the brunet an 'idiot'.
Sora looked back, cannot help but keep her eyes on them. They seemed to be talking in a hush, as if there was a secret; and anyone else was unwelcomed. Her mouth gaped, didn't like that this girl was dangerously rubbing elbows with her boyfriend. The nerve, she even treated this girl as her own friend, so why wasn't she respecting personal boundaries? Doesn't everybody know by now that she's the girlfriend, and that they're going to have lunch later, and they're going to walk home together, and eat at her place with dear oka-san's special hot plate? Or Taichi, in some stupid, insensitive way, had grandly misinformed people – specifically his legion of fanboys and fangirls?
Her list kept going on and on, and this might just be their first fight (as a couple, because they fought quite a few times when they were just friends, too).
He only went back to his seat when their Math-sensei entered the room. She couldn't see him since she sat at the front, but she felt spared from the sight of his annoyingly happy face. Still, she couldn't help that this so-called boyfriend of hers could be found with anyone, anywhere but beside her;
though it wasn't because he didn't want to.
He did want to, in fact. But he knew her more than anyone, knew her little quirks and most of them were beyond his understanding. To say that he didn't understand girls at all felt like an insult to him – because apart from his thirteen-year-old self, he was very well-liked by the girls, even more than his own rockstar-best friend. Even Mimi can vouch for that.
He tried to talk to her when Math class had just finished, but once again was greeted with a cold shoulder. This, this was what he could not understand.
So, it wasn't because he was terrible with women – it's just that she's just really too special (putting it to another, more heavy and specific word would only entail a fight) – at least that's what Taichi had been thinking. At times he'd put on an affectionate display and the next thing he'll know is that she's running away from his arms; the next thing is she will say something about him and a female classmate and how 'good' they look together, passive-aggressively.
It was like a cat-and-mouse chase; only, this certain mouse was bipolar on wanting to get caught or not, he thought.
"Sora."
"Hmp."
"Come on."
Sora sheepishly looked away from the hand he offered, still making a big deal out of holding hands, but he will insist and she will eventually take his hand. And whatever it was that bothered her would completely disappear; and once again Taichi'd become a happy man relieved from petty relationship problems he couldn't foresee.
And as they walked down the hall, both of them wondered how long it would take to get used to this.
