Gymshipping

'December 3rd,' Kohaku thought to himself. 'Just a few weeks until Christmas...'

Kohaku looked over to Miku, who was wearing her usual dress. She was shivering and looking through the story to find something warmer to where. Kohaku loved her. She seemed to be cute wearing anything. The only he didn't like about her was how she was.

Kohaku stared up into space, having a flashback of a conversation he'd had with Miku in the past.

Flashback

Kohaku approached Miku nervously, handing her the ice cream cone she'd requested. "Here you go. It's your favorite. Blue moon."

She beamed as she took the ice cream, taking a lick. "Thanks, Kohaku."

He blushed. "No problem. I was craving some ice cream myself."

Miku nodded. "I could've paid for it though. You know I have a ton of money. I'm from an aristocratic family."

Kohaku shrugged. "It's nice for the guy to pay sometimes though, right?"

Miku smiled and nodded. "Yes and thank you for that."

Kohaku sat down on the bench with Miku, taking a lick at his vanilla ice cream. Then, a thought popped into a head. A question he couldn't ignore. He was too curious. He had to ask her.

Kohaku took a deep breath, voice wavering as he asked, "Is there anyone you like, Miku?"

She nodded almost immediately. "Lots of people! There are so many cute guys out there! Akako's cute. Cool and mysterious. And I like that Takuya guy too. He's handsome and quiet. And I also like Ishi. He's kind of a bad boy, but also has sort of a good side."

The more guys Miku listed, the worse Kohaku began to feel. He wasn't anywhere on that list. All those guys had great characteristics. What did he have? Nothing.

Kohaku stared down at his plain vanilla ice cream. Plain. Just like him. They could be twins. He sighed sadly.

"What's wrong?" asked Miku worriedly.

Kohaku shook his head. "It's nothing. This ice cream is pretty good..."

Flashback Ends

Kohaku stared over at Miku, who'd successfully figured out an outfit. She was complete with a purple sweater, pants, boots, and scarf. Miku really loved the color purple. Kohaku smiled a bit sadly.

Miku did a little twirl. "What do you think? Do I look cute?"

Kohaku nodded. "You look cute in anything you wear..."

Miku blushed a bit. "You think so?"

He nodded again. "I think you'll make a guy really happy someday..."

Miku looked confused. "What do you mean?"

Kohaku took off his glasses, wiping away a tear. "Nevermind. Forget I said anything."

Miku didn't give it up. "You look upset. You can tell me what's on your mind."

Kohaku got up and started to walk out. "Just forget it..."

As Kohaku walked out, Miku ran after him, grabbing his wrist. He turned back around, seeing the serious look on her face.

"Running away won't solve your problems. I've learned that over the years. Just tell me what's wrong. If it's my fault, I want to fix it."

Kohaku laughed. "You can't fix this problem."

"You can still talk it out with me."

Kohaku scowled. "Talking might only make it worse."

"I still want to know."

Kohaku sighed angrily. "I really don't want to tell you."

Miku was also getting bad. "If I did something, just say so!"

"You Did do something, but it can't be fixed..."

"What the hell do you mean?!" Miku called out.

Kohaku's eyes were leaking now. "You stole my heart and keep smashing it into pieces. If you want to reject me, do it now...but...there's one thing I need from you..."

Kohaku took Miku in his arms, kissing her for 10 bitter sweet seconds. Then he released her, beginning to walk away.

Before he could get very far, Miku tackled him, hugging him from behind. Kohaku blushed.

"What are you doing?"

Miku laughed. "Giving you my answer."

"Huh?"

Miku smiled. "You could've just told me you liked me. I like you too. You're different from other guys. You're a little plain, but I can always make you over. Overall, you're nice to me and put up with me. Most people only befriend me for my money, based on my looks, or they avoid me because of those things. You stand by me for good reasons."

Kohaku was in complete shock. He'd never imagined this outcome. The way he'd seen it in his head had ended in more heartbreak.

Kohaku turned around, embracing her. "Thank you..."

"No thank you," Miku whispered in his ear.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Me either," laughed Miku. "I wouldn't battle as well without your teachings."

Kohaku smiled. He hoped that this relationship would work. That all depended on the two of them. Kohaku would make sure it's work. He never wanted to give her up. Miku, the girl he loves.