the idea for this drabble hit me while i was at work, i had to write it as soon as i got home jfshfsjds
just a side note that I'm resuming full-time work again tho, so updates and stuff will probably be slow. I get really busy and tired with work, so can't make promises to be super active. it really depends on what happens with everything tbh.
anyway. enjoy!
that one spring afternoon
It was after the official ceremony, when the third years were sobbing into each other's shoulders and their underclassmen were gathering to bid them farewell, a gaggle of emotional teenagers spilling out into the courtyard from the school's auditorium.
The cherry blossom petals were starting to fall; the snowflakes of spring. A warm breeze rustled the flowers overhead, sending another cascade of tumbling petals down into the crowds below.
Off to the side of the masses stood an unlikely pair; classmates, not even friends.
Len had never really talked to Rin Kagamine much in all three years of high school, despite them sharing classes a number of times. He only knew her from a distance—she was a little popular, but quiet, always friendly. It was only a coincidence they stood beside each other now, witnessing the chaos of their final day of school.
Rin hadn't said anything much. Her eyes were glued to a swarm of younger girls around Kaito—another classmate of theirs, well-known amongst the student body for his good looks and charm, captain of the baseball club. They were begging, fighting over his uniform button, pick me, no pick me, no pick me—
Her fists were curled in at her sides, bunching up the fabric of her skirt. A slightly unpleasant look crossed her features.
Len couldn't help but notice. After all, he was standing right beside her.
He, of course, wasn't not popular—in fact, he was the second best player in the baseball club, received some confessions here and there over the years. Soon enough, the girls would swarm him once Kaito gave his button away; desperate to score something they could boast about to their friends the following week.
He didn't really care much for the tradition, though.
In one swift movement, he reached for his own button and tore it from his uniform. It was small and gold and glinted in the afternoon light.
He turned to the girl beside him and held it out. "Here. You can have mine."
Rin blinked, surprised, and looked down at his hand. Her eyebrows met, and she seemed to hesitate, before reaching out to take it.
She didn't meet his gaze, fiddling with the button carefully between her fingers. A pink tinge spread across her cheeks. "Thank you," she said, her voice quiet.
Len smiled at her, shoved his hands into his pockets. He said nothing.
They stood together for the rest of the ceremony in comfortable silence, until their friends came along to sweep them up and away for selfies and jokes and heartfelt goodbyes.
But the memories of that one spring afternoon would stay in their minds for years to come.