ENTITLED: Our Eyes Closed
FANDOM: Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun
GENRE: Spiritual
DISCLAIMER: I checked my bank account yesterday. Believe me when I tell you that I own nothing.
NOTES: I'm one of those people who go on crash diets every other week because I eat like a pig when I'm not. You cannot imagine my euphoria when I had those mozzarella sticks 2 hours ago after a week of 600-calories a day. Oh god. I am so happy right now.
LENGTH: 9/21
SUMMARY: Natsume and Sasayan tackle every genre fiction has to offer. And it is sexy. – drabble collection, ninth: spiritual.
Something wasn't right.
Natsume wasn't sure what, yet, but she was going to find out, damn it.
The first leaves had started falling. Natsume watched the wind tumble them along the road as she and Sasayan zoomed past them. She was good at riding on the back of his bike now. She'd learned how to lean into all the turns, keep even with his balance.
"Was Matsumoto being hard on you?" Sasayan called over his shoulder, as they blew past the convenience store. It would be getting cold soon, Natsume decided. Maybe icy. She'd have to remember to tell him to be careful taking the sharp corners.
"She seems like a nice girl," Natsume decided, then said, "She likes you, doesn't she?"
Of course Matsumoto liked Sasayan. She'd said so, hadn't she? Natsume frowned, trying to process this.
"Oh, that," Sasayan said. He seemed awkward for a second, or at least she thought he must have been, as she couldn't see his face. "I mean…I guess, yeah."
For a second Natsume felt hot indignation for her fellow woman. "Don't treat her feelings so lightly!"
"I'm not!" Sasayan protested, "She confessed! I said no! We're still friends! She makes me do laps if I'm late!"
"She confessed to you?" Natsume was aghast. People weren't supposed to confess to Sasayan. He was too goofy looking. She wasn't even sure she remembered what his serious face looked like.
Sasayan took his hands off the bars, as they coasted down a low hill. He reached behind him and swatted at her knee. "You'll hurt my feelings."
"Does this happen a lot?" Natsume asked. Mentally, she kicked herself. Of course it must happen! He was the most popular boy she knew, and the baseball team's ace player. And it wasn't like he was ugly, or anything.
"I'm not you," Sasayan laughed. Natsume stared at the back of his neck, and tried to picture him as an adult. It was incredibly difficult. Instead, all she could think about was a blushing, stuttering, faceless girl shoving a box of Valentine's chocolates in Sasayan's face.
"I can't believe girls like you!" Natsume blurted out.
"Thanks," Sasayan said, in a way that meant he clearly was not grateful. Natsume ignored him. She felt that she had, in some way, been slightly betrayed. Who was this person sharing a bike with her, anyway?
Pressing questions, unresolved answers.
