A/N A really short story concocted in Language arts class.
Ever since meeting Shuichi I've felt different. I dare to call it love. But I don't believe I have strength enough to call it that.
But I do know the dull pain that had been poking at me is beginning to dissolve, like bitter sugar crystals in a glass of water. I just wonder how a person like Shuichi could cause such a reaction.
I'm truly beginning to feel like the main character from a highly overrated teenage drama. There's a change happening within me for the better, only it seems I am the only person who notices it.
Yet everyone else still sees me as the cold block of ice I've come accustomed to. So perhaps it's no more than my imagination, maybe I have simply become even crazier than before. For all I know the genki Jpop star is no more than a creation of my abused mind.
What a horrible thought that is.
So, why do I pretend to hate the pink haired cherub so much? It is the fear that he will realize how badly I need him and take advantage of that fact. Not that he would. He would never be bright enough to clue into such a thing.
Yes, I know I sound jaded, even now, I'm still a paranoid mess. A shell. Pathetic.
I raise my eyes from the computers' soft glow and glance at Shuichi. He can't understand the romaji I am typing this in, so of course, he is still oblivious to how I truly feel.
"Shuichi" I whispered, gazing loving at him. He seemed taken a back by the passion in my voice. "Shuichi…I love you." He fainted.
I sigh and shake my head before returning to my typing.
A/N You know you are obsessed when you write a Gravitation fanficcy as schoolwork.