Spirits had to exist. They had to -one of them possessed her. They took control of her tired legs, giving them the strength to walk forward. Her limbs pulled a chair back and her body situated itself on the wooden chair. The voice that greeted the pair could not have been her own. It was too calm, too surreal.
It had to have been someone else that told Miku to best be careful. That she needed to open her eyes and make a move. Being passive can only be allowed for so long.
...
Miku was rather disturbed by this. Her eyes spoke volumes, as did Kaito's, who was more baffled by SeeU's appearance and words than the person who was a part of the dilemma.
Poor, naive Kaito. Someone really needs to burst that bubble for him.
Control returned to SeeU as she started to giggle. 'It's just as joke' she'd said, but it wasn't. She honestly felt bad for the poor girl. Miku, as intelligent as she might be, didn't notice the person who was beside her, the one that cared more for her than Len ever could.
SeeU was never a fan of the 'childhood friend turned love interest' epidemic. She never was and never would be, yet she couldn't deny the sympathy she held for the Shion. He cared; showed it in every kind gesture, every question about how Miku felt, and each time he'd wait for her when she was late to meet him during lunch. SeeU had seen enough of their interactions to know all of this. She had read enough and seen enough to know that he was an abnormality. Guys like him didn't exist in this world. Here, on their planet, men are classified as the species that is tough, that worked, that weren't emotional nor thoughtful.
Kaito was. That alone was enough to give her the push necessary to ask if she could speak to him in private.
Now it's getting juicy.
"What is it, SeeU?"
He's worried, you can tell. It makes the words harder to unleash. It makes you want to swallow it all down because now you see you might be exaggerating this.
No, you are. You are but you can't help it. You care too much. You care about humans and their emotions. You don't want to see Kaito, this dazzling being that makes you believe fiction can bend with reality, have to pick up the pieces of a broken heart that will never accept him as more than just a friend.
Even though I'm mad at the change of p.o.v I will let it slide. This is...
I have no comment.
"Kaito, do you really like Miku?"
He's leaning on one foot then the other. It's a shift in posture she knows all too well. He's stalling.
"Well..."
Thank you.
Only she can fix it this awkward situation. She, the girl that exaggerates to the point it no longer feels like an exaggeration. It's an over-analyzed situation that she's influencing. One that she's read about so many times and would dream about. She would imagine herself in the heroine's world, taking the one that was left in the dust in her arms. She would tell him that it's alright, that she cares about him and wants to try being with him, even if he still feels for the lead.
Kaito is pretty cute. That she cannot deny.
Oh no...NOW is when I realize this?
Somebody pop some popcorn and give this girl a 'you've added to the teenage love drama' award.
"Look at me."
He does, with the eyes of a child and a large, vibrant heart on his sleeve.
When a person has feeling for another, be it romantic or purely maternal, you see that person as a beautiful creature. This is what SeeU sees; a vision that burns her retinas.
"I want you to know that Miku likes Len. She likes him but he likes Gumi. They're going out now but only they and I know this, and Gumi doesn't know what to tell Miku. We were trying to help them get together but..."
"The Romance club, right?"
Now is her turn to gawk.
"Y-Yeah...How did you know?"
His smile is as radiant as the sun, and she hates herself more than ever for thinking of this cliche simile.
"She told me. We are good friends, after all. I wouldn't go as far as to say best friends but we're pretty much there."
Kaito steps forward, placing his hand on SeeU's shoulder. She's hypersensitive to the touch, to the height difference and the way he can bring forth a gust of tranquility that makes her feel as though she's sitting on a tropical beach. She almost buys into that delusion until the sound of footsteps remind her they're standing outside of a bathroom across the hall from the library.
Welp. Looks like we lost her.
"I admire your concern but there's no need to worry." He isn't blushing. This isn't a book but she imagines that if it were, he would have a soft shade of pink on those peach spots. "I do like her, but it's just a crush. I'll get over her and support her though this and any other relationship she'll get herself into. I'm not going to lie. It bothers me that she prefers Len over me, especially after everything we've been through."
He sighs dramatically. It's a sweet effort to make her feel at ease and makes her wonder how Miku could not like such a great guy.
"But you're going to stick with her because you love her."
They're mutually grinning. One because the words just said are so cliche, so sickly sweet that it's recommended to not use when writing a story. The other smiles because it's true.
"I wouldn't go as far as to say love. But yeah, I'm not going to leave her so easily."
SMH here.
