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That night plays in loops in Kenji's head, those big brown eyes and that head that rested on his shoulder. He can't shake it and he doesn't think he wants to, really. And that scares him because he's never felt this way about any girl before. It's not love; it's just annoying, mounting (escalating) interest. Not even hardly a petty crush. Kenji refuses to admit to any romantic feelings towards that girl who fell asleep on his shoulder.
He's walking home from his father's office again, and it isn't raining; there's not even a trace of gray in the sky. The heavens are so blue, it's hard to believe yesterday had happened. It's hard to believe that he ever walked her home in that storm.
The storm that could've been something he merely conjured up in his imagination.
(But then again, he ponders, why would he even fabricate such a bizarre reverie.)
He is walking and he spots a pair parallel to him, a pair of faces he'd rather not see at the moment. (At any time, really. But especially in this moment.) And it's not her face that irks him. No, it is her face smiling softly, almost discretely, at his.
Haru beams at her, flashing his white teeth, cackling at something she mutters. Kenji's breath catches in his throat and he decides to turn around, to hurry on his way, to pretend he never saw the two. To go on with his day without an awkward encounter. But it is too late for that, when Haru's eyes catch his.
There is no avoidance now.
The blonde sighs to himself, gritting his teeth in frustration.
But he is not in the mood for antics and chooses to simply nod at him, and to give the smallest of smiles to Shizuku, carrying on his way.
The nod is met with cold steely eyes, a warning laced in the gray. And Kenji knows that this girl is untouchable. This girl was never his and this girl can never be his. This girl is taken and this girl is smitten.
(Even if she does not know it yet.)
Kenji Yamaguchi knows he cannot have this girl. This upsets him; he is so used to getting what he wants. He curses that stupid thing beating in his chest for falling for such a person. A person so far gone, only heartache waits on the horizon. And when the skies fade black and the credits roll, Kenji knows that it will not be his love song sung.
my pain is knowing
