Summary: A series of oneshots mainly on RyoSaku. In this oneshot, the two are part of the play and we watch them on the backstage.

Age: 14 up

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they all belong to Takeshi Konomi.

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Fiasco.

It had all been a crazy fiasco between homework and projects. All first years knew now cramming was the most idiotic thing to do, yet stubborn teens still continued doing it…

"I told you! This play was integrated by English and Fine Arts so if you guys want to graduate to the next year, then WORK HARDER!!!!" Tomoka yelled through the megaphone, deafening everyone nearly a meter near it. Another first year had blown off all his patience and yelled back to the noisy director,

"Shut up! Everyone knows what to do!" Horio shouted using nothing but his voice. Not minding the red-hair's exploding reply he just walked towards Ryoma and settled himself beside him as he gave out a deep and heavy sigh, "I don't get how you go through all your work, I mean, tennis then homework, then this! How could anyone get time for relationships, huh?"

"Time management." Was a quick and blunt reply that came from Ryoma who had stood up, walking elsewhere.

Meanwhile inside a dressing room, a first year who was aired with elegance and decency suited her costume on her own. Not wanting to bother the other students on their work, Sakuno slipped away to the dressing room, noticed by none. So now, in front of the mirror she gazed at herself, liking the fit of the gown.

"Hn. Didn't know you were here…" a voice drifted coolly across the room as the girl spun around to find a cocky boy standing by the doorway. Sakuno frowned as Ryoma entered with no hint of acknowledge towards the girl right in front of him. Now sitting on a stool facing her, Ryoma looked at her lazily.

"What are you doing here?" Sakuno asked, picking a clip from her hair. Not needing to face him she continued on with her words, "Is practice over?"

"No, and I doubt it'll ever be." Ryoma scoffed as he looked away unpleasantly. Sakuno giggled at his answer as she imagined the yells of their head.

"Then why are you here?" she asked next as she continued to fiddle through her silky auburn hair. A smile then formed her face then immediately she faced him with an intriguing look. "You wanted to see me, didn't you?"

"No." was the quick reply from Ryoma as he refused to look into her eyes. She continued to look at him mesmerized by his beauty. After being around him for years, the only thing that was kept in her mind was that she liked him. But apparently, like those different years, she never had a stroke of courage to utter a single word about how she truly felt.

"Anyways... I have to go, or else our head wouldn't stop yelling at me like the last time." Ryoma smirked as he slid down the stool and stood right in front of her. Looking up to face him, her knees weakened. He was just so handsome, looking at him made her feel small, fragile… and mostly, useless… a tear fell from her eye. Ryoma's eyes widened, noticing a tear rolling down her cheek, quickly the girl wiped her eye and smiled suddenly.

"Uh, dust…" Sakuno told him. Ryoma left. And by that time, she didn't know if she'd be able to make it. Falling to her chair she let all her frustrations out, only yearning for a person to open up to.

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I kinda pity Sakuno. Oh well, that's what she gets for being weak... don't worry, she'll change someday. :)

TBC