Reckoning
Drawing closer
Clock hand
Pointing each hour
Minute
Seconds
Before zero.
Consequence
Of stepping up
A relationship
From a solid footing
To thin ice.
Ticking
Hopefully
It does not
Blow up
Right in his face.
Sun refused to shine
Every cloud
Dark
No silver lining
Icy breeze
Cold drizzle
Like tears
Rain
A knife
To his cheek.
Sliding open the door
Reveal
A regular sight
Nothing out of ordinary
Or so it seems.
His gaze
Immediately search
For the blonde
In question
Good.
Surrounded by her clique
The chatty airhead
Two rooks
A fujoshi and a fool
Even the masked prince
Proudly donning
His preposterous façade.
Nothing
Happened.
Center of attention
The queen
On her throne
Green eyes met dead
And she smiled
Sweetly.
A contagious gesture
Forcing him
To smile back.
Little to no trace
Of underlying grudge.
However, something is off.
By the laws of cynicism
If nothing is wrong
Then
Something is wrong.
Source: me.
Skill twelve
Of the hundred and eight
The ability
To detect
Dangerous predicaments.
Everything seemed normal
But to him
Slowly
Pessimism would reveal
Dark truths.
Twelve hours
Does not erase
Yesterday's episode
And he knew well.
Her smile.
Too sweet.
The prince himself
Azure eyes
Lacking in life?
Consult the sweet airhead
From her
Answers.
"Yuigahama. Can I have a moment?"
Her peach colored eyes
Unlike of a certain woman
Softer
Yet
Contain
Traces
Trouble?
"Ah- Hikki! I-I also need to uh..."
"What is it?"
"Yukinon wouldn't talk to me this morning. She seemed... cold?"
"She's always cold."
"Hikki!"
Her brows furrowed in irritation.
"Okay, okay. Notice anything off?"
"I don't know... I guess she's quite upset today?"
The pieces of the puzzle
Insufficient
To form a vague
Picture.
However
It was clear
There is something
Going on.
"Thanks, Yui."
Her cheeks took on a rosy tinge.
"I'll sort it out."
But not all.
"H-Hikki... will you return to the club?"
He pondered the sudden query
For a moment
He was stumped.
"Why?"
"I-I mean... you seem very helpful... and I- I mean we! We would be happy to have you back."
"I'll think about it."
"What do you mean?!"
Wave her off
A sign
He needed time
To think
Decide
Only hours
Before the next
Decisive move.
Time crawled by
When the bell rang
He was nearly frightened
And walking through the door
He could feel a presence
Trailing him.
"Hachiman."
Stiffly
He craned his head
Towards the voice.
From a fiery queen
Unnaturally bright smile
Clearly
A well-veiled ruse.
"Can we talk-"
"Yes yes. Before that, I know you saw what happened yesterday. No, it's not what you think it is. I was waiting for you, then Haruno showed up."
It certainly did the trick.
For the woman in front of him
Rapidly erupted
In a fit of red
Furious.
"You fucker! Always blunt! I'll kill you!"
He chuckled.
Gripped by the collars
Back against the wall
Truly a peculiar sight
Repetitive.
"You think this is funny?"
"Atleast I know you are still you."
Beads of tears
On the corner of her eyes
In a moment
From a fire queen
To a little girl.
"I-I should have told you this... a long time ago..."
He listened intently
Unaware
Her lips
Slowly
Closer.
"Wait."
Something is wrong.
"Hachiman..."
This was not a natural occurence.
"I..."
This is a reaction.
"I love you!"
In a soft voice
Yet audible enough
Now
Garnering an audience
Pairs of eyes
Watched
Mixed reaction.
"Hold it!"
Only a swift grip to her shoulders
Stalled the move
Buy him time
To alleviate
Before
Too late.
Her teary eyes were wide in shock.
"Yumiko. Listen to me. You are not thinking clearly-"
"What are you saying!"
"Look at me. I know you fear that what you have seen yesterday, but it is not-"
"Please!"
Desperately.
Yes, that is the word.
A confession
Triggered by a provocation
An insidious trap
Soon kills the victim
From the inside.
"Miura Yumiko! Get a hold of yourself!"
Perhaps
Too far.
Because the moment
He had broken from her hold
She was in tears
Those green eyes
Desperate.
Like a ghost
She fled.
If clichés taught him anything, the next episode.
Social suicide.
Figuratively
And
Literally.
