So here I was, once again in the passenger seat of Yuma's truck. Both of our eyes were blurry with tears, and an odd sort of silence was hovering over us. It's always awkward with Yuma. But today was different, it's not the cute sort of awkward, it was the 'Oh god please make it stop' kind of awkward.
After a while I closed my eyes, we weren't moving. Yuma was sitting there, rubbing his knee with his palm, like he was trying to get some stain of his jeans but it just wouldn't come out.
"I can't handle this." I finally broke the silence. I saw Yuma's head raise slightly, but he still wouldn't look at me, "Say something."
He still wouldn't reply.
"I'm giving up on you."
"Terrible reference." His voice was soft, but I could hear it.
"What was that?"
"That was a terrible reference, Teto. Even I could do better."
I grinned, "Feeling better?"
"Speak for yourself. Your eyes are the same color as your hair." I instinctively slapped my hands over my eyes causing the pinket to chuckle, "I'm sorry for that…whatever. "
"It's alright. We all have our whatevers."
"Yeah, I guess so." The silence began to slowly creep back, "Hey Teto."
"Mmm?"
"Do you like me?"
"Mmmhmm." I nodded, and tapped the steering wheel.
"Oh yeah. Oops."
I giggled.
"Okay. So…back on track. So you said you liked me?"
"Mmmhmm."
"Do you love me?"
"Mmm."
"What the heck do you mean by 'Mmm'"
"I don't know."
"Dammit Teto!"
"The weirdest things happen in this truck." I sighed, "Yuma, is this really the right time for this? Didn't you say we were going straight to work?"
"Any time is perfect as long as I am with you~"
"Yuma. You were a mess under ten minutes ago. What happened to that?"
"He got over it. He figured out that he was lucky. Lucky to have someone who cared about him, helped him with his work, and really believed in him." He paused for a second, before pulling over into an empty lot, "He was lucky to have you."
The truck let out a satisfied purr as it rolled into a stop.
"Stupid good-for-nothing teen falls in love with the most perfect thing in the world. Said teen keeps on taking and taking from the perfection and never gives anything back. "Yuma unlocked the door and kicked it open.
I followed/
"And…" his cheeks flushed into his standard tomato red, "God…this is hard…" He bit his lip,and covered his eyes with his bangs, "Teto…can…"
"Can I do what?" I smirked, " You know, I'm actually enjoying this."
"You little…"
"I'm a what?
"You're a little work of perfection." His eyes kept on darting away from mine, "And…it took me way too long to realize that. I've always really liked you Teto. But I never knew why. And after all of that studying…" He shook his head and pulled his beanie off of his head, "I finally figured it out today, Teto."
"Yuma…"
He cleared his throat, "It's my t-turn to as-sk you a question."
I tilted my head, and leaned back on my palms.
"Well s-since…four…p-plus four, equals eight…"
"True."
Yuma tugged on either side of the hat on his hands, "Y-you and me…must equal…f-fate?"