Falling Hard
It was another day at the Literature club. Writing another poem for Natsuki because she was the cutest tsundere ever. Monika pointed out how it was pointed towards Natsuki. Yuri thought I was being too simplistic with poems. Sayori thought it was very interesting nonetheless. Natsuki reacted funny in a way but made things weird. "So what do you think about it Natsuki?" I asked her.
"Well I guess you're getting good at it but overall you're still leagues away from my expertise," she told me like she knows everything.
"Well you're blushing from reading it. Is something wrong?" saying to Natsuki.
"Whatever, you know you want to feel special in some way. You are getting there and you'll be just like us," Natsuki replied.
It was after the club that I thought, 'It seems like I'm not reaching to her as I want. All I can say is maybe it's not meant to be.' I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see her, Natsuki. Monika, Yuri, and Sayori had left the club room already.
"Dan, I need to be honest with you," Natsuki started out.
"Yes?" I questioned her.
"I love your poems," she blurted out, "I don't know but it's like they speak to me."
I was in shock and said, "Why do you act so mean or crude to me?"
"It's a force of habit and I'm usually perceived as being cute. I can be tough but I don't want be thought of some girly girl with her cute ways," answered Natsuki.
"What is it with you not wanting to be described as cute?" I asked her perplexed.
She made a deep sigh and tells me, "It seems like something a weak person would be. I am more than just my appearance too."
I brush some of her hair aside and say, "You're something special. You're very pretty for starters."
She took a hold of my hand and placed it on the side of her face. "Tell me more Dan, please?"
"You keep things simple and real. I admire that about you and hope to know you more," telling her. We went off to my house hand in hand. We were looking at each other and talking about manga I had. It was all fun till Natsuki bolted up from the couch.
"Oh no! I got to go home now! My dad's going to kill me!" she said shocked. Getting things together hurrily and left out my door. Not without stopping by me and kissing me on the cheek.
Monday came and we had our club as usual. I knew Natsuki was going to love my poem.
Filled
Cannot tell that I am bad.
I feel all around good.
The filling of contentment.
Knowing that it is just enough.
There is the fact that nothing compares.
Where all things do not equal to even cute.
Definitely more than cute because it pales in comparison.
Hoping to grow from it.
Fruition of those growth of beauty.
It is nice to know that it will always be filled.
Be filled with life and love.
I could see that the others didn't care for it much. Natsuki did but kept her façade of toughness while trying not to be cute. She got a little teary eyed and ran out the room for a bit with my poem in her hand.
"What did you do?" Monika asked and walked over to me.
"Nothing, Natsuki just reacted to my poem I guess," I answer sheepishly.
"Did you out cute her Dan?" Sayori questioning.
"No, I just wrote something you all had your opinions on after reading. Natsuki is the last one to read it," I answer Sayori.
"You and Natsuki's poems are similar and I bet you two are compatible for sure," Yuri making a low snide remark.
The girls dispersed and I went to my desk. I waited for her to return to read her poem. She came back and read her poem. "You doing alright Natsuki?" I asked her.
She punched me in the arm to say lowly, "You know you got to keep me from feeling so heartfelt."
"Sorry about that," I tell her. The rest of the girls left the club to where Natsuki and I were alone. Walking up to her and turn her face to mine. We lean in for our first kiss and it was magical. A mind blowing experience and whatever we have would lead to more. The unfortunate thing is there's a secret she is keeping from me.
To Be Continued…
