My darling, I forgive you.

The day had been mind numbingly normal. Be a good brother, be a model student, be a good boy, be sure to be courteous.

It was all so very boring; the mundane, grey world that embodied my life. The unyielding nothingness that embraced my being. School was just yet another part of this mundane colorless existence. It was always the same, day in-day out, then it all changed. The day I saw her.

She was an exotic, sophisticated, enchanting mural surrounded by blank, dull, meaningless canvases. The patience she showed those soul-sucking parasites that begged for her attention, the way she combatted the unnerving reputation of the occult club with benevolent understanding.

I felt this rush of warmth, this feeling of completion whenever I saw her. I needed to find a way that would have us meet, and it had to be perfect. My mind swirled with anticipation of our inevitable meeting, perhaps in front of the school. Or maybe in the library she does have a studious streak.

My Darling.

I was so completely taken with my thoughts that I was barely able to catch her.

Soft, delicate curves pressed flush against me as we tumbled backwards. I clutched her to my chest as gravity slammed us into the unforgiving linoleum. One of her hands grasped onto the sleeve of my shirt the other onto my cream vest.

My heart was pounding and -oh don't shift like that, my love- my mouth went dry as she peaked dazed blue eyes from under her ebony bangs. Her hand clenching my vest tightened briefly before she let go. Oh, I know that these feeling are new to you my dove, but don't worry I will guide you through the tumultuous feelings.

I felt my throat close as I stared at her, my mind blank as I finally had her attention and I didn't even know what to say! I blurted out the first phrase to come to mind, as the memory of her pressed thigh to chest against me came rushing back. Her soft puffs of breath against my neck, her legs entangled with mine.

I

Heat creeped up my neck as I felt myself flush as I wondered what she would taste like; how she would look under the falling cherry blossoms behind the school.

"S-sorry!"

She, my angel, smiled reassuringly at me and confessed that it was her fault, for not looking were she was going. Ah, my absentminded love; so focussed, so diligent.

I gave her my name with a nervous smile, I hope she doesn't how fast my heart beats around her.

"It's a pleasure to you Yamado-senpai. I'm Aishi Ayano, I hope we see more of each other."

This was the perfect meeting.

Forgive

I was grabbing my books for my next class, when my phone buzzed.

Stalking some underclassman, aren't you the very embodiment of what it means to be a gentleman.

I stared at my phone, eyebrow furrowed in thought. I'm not stalking Ayano-chan, -I suppressed a shiver of delight at finally knowing her name- I'm protecting her virtue.

Why do you care?

The next reply was instantaneous.

I'm curious, for the most part.

I looked up in time to see two classmates of mine receive the most adoring exasperated expression from my lovely Ayano-chan. One of them was walking close enough that their hands almost touched. The other was talking as he walked backwards hands making exaggerated movements to emphasize a point being made. The gentle expression directed at both of those insects almost made me ill.

You.

Ayano-chan should be looking at me that way, not at some scene kid who greatest aspiration in life is to summon a demon. How could she?!

Aishi-san is going to be confessed to on Friday at the cherry blossom tree behind the school. I can give you more information and provide assistance, if you get me panty shots.

How dare she! Ayano who I would have done anything for! She just threw me away, and I…

I...

I think I love her even more now my sly, devilish minx. She is so intuitive that she saw how I was so very bored with the normality of our school day and created a game for us.

Oh my love, if you wanted a chase you could have asked you silly thing. Now I know better though: you wanted a husband who is clever enough to isolate you, strong enough to fight for you, and resilient enough to withstand your cunning marvelous game.

And I know just the place to start. I felt the beginnings of a grin stretch across my face as my desire to prove myself coursed through me.

I would hate to have to keep my beloved waiting.

My Darling, I forgive you.