Sketching 'I Love You'
Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara! at all. All rights go to Clamps (I think). And the song My Mother belongs to the Chipettes.
"You drew it!?" Kukai asked, flabbergasted while pointing a finger at her. The brunette did not see the glare the angelic girl had carved on her face. "Don't be ridiculous." Kukai started laughing. "I don't believe you. An artist wouldn't just throw something that beautiful away." Nadeshiko stood next to Kukai. Now, it was one thing for a girl to be mean. Kukai didn't mind mean girls all that much. But, if they were taller than him, that was a whole different story. Mean and tall girls creeped the shit out of Kukai. Take Nadeshiko for example.
She was mean, sure. And Kukai could've dealt with it, maybe. Sure, he didn't like the attitude she was giving him, but it wasn't like he was going to die from it. But, she was taller. By a good inch. A really good inch. And, to Kukai, being tall meant that you're kind of strong.
"Look." Nadeshiko sighed through gritted teeth. "It was mine, I drew it, I must've dropped it, you picked it up, kept it, and I tore it up. Don't make a huge deal out of it, okay? It's just a picture." Kukai watched as she seemed to grow more irritated by his quietness. What was he going to say to her after all that? You can't expect a ten year old boy to say something mean back, can you? "Sigh..." Nadeshiko looked back at Nakaido. "Sensei, I'm gonna go home now." Nadeshiko remarked. Nakaido looked at his special student.
"Okay!" he sang as she exited the door. Kukai watched her go, and when she left, he looked at the one student and Nakaido.
"What's her problem?" Kukai asked, grabbing a seat across Yoyo. He started grabbing his pencil and sketchbook from his backpack.
"Wow." Looking across the table, green eyes looked into one's that matched the season autumn. Yoyo whistled loudly. "I haven't seen her mad like that in a while. Geez, what'dya do to the poor girl?" he asked, playing with clay that was placed infront of him. Kukai shrugged his shoulders, enjoying the conversation.
"I don't know. I just called her picture beautiful, and then she wants to go and be a bitch about it." Kukai scoffed. "It was a compliment anyways. Don't girls like compliments?" he asked the boy across from him. Yoyo, looking back at his clay, nodded his head.
"Yeah, most." he guessed. "But not my Nade-chan." Yoyo added. "She likes to be left alone most of the time. And she hates drawing, even though she's really good at it." He paused to hum. "Thinking about it, you break all those rules, eh? Dropping balls in the hallway, liking her pics. I bet she really hates you now." Yoyo laughed, amused that Kukai's face looked 74% depressed. "What's the matter? You look a little down there." Kukai rolled his eyes and began to draw Nadeshiko's eyes.
"Well, it's not like I did it all on purpose. I didn't know back then." Kukai insisted. Most of his focus went into his picture from then on, rather than the conversation he was having. Her lashes are long, and they're hollow. I mean, empty-looking. And...a little slanted, with an unusual large pupil in the center. Her eye brows are slimmer too. Yoyo looked ahead of himself to see what the new kid was drawing.
"Is that...are those eyes?" Yoyo asked, pointing at his picture. Kukai nodded his head.
"They're Nadeshiko's eyes." he replied, not smiling. His fingers ran over his head to help keep his bangs out of the way.
"Well, her eyes are a little slimmer." Yoyo said. Kukai looked up at Yoyo confused. What the hell was he saying? Catching the confused look, Yoyo smirked as jabbed his picture. "You're doing okay for a beginner. But the measurements are off. See, you got her pupils right. You noticed that they're larger than others, but they're not that large. Also, her eyes are too close together. And her eyes aren't that big. They're slim. Giving her that dark look she has all the time, see?" Yoyo asked. "But I do like her eye lashes." Complimented the boy.
"Buzz off." Kukai snapped, unexpectedly pissed off. Yoyo gave Kukai a look of feigned hurt. "I don't want your opinion, okay? Just leave mine's alone! I know it's not good, aiight? But I don't wanna hear it!" he growled, giving daggers to Yoyo. Yoyo shrank away.
"Fine, I was just trying to help you." he remarked, getting back to his clay project. Which Kukai took noticed of, it looked way better than his sketch. How does a ten year old boy make a small stallion horse out of clay while adding so much detail?
Show offs. Kukai thought to himself. "Humph." First a girl who can draw, a boy my age who makes stallions outta clay. What's next? Nakaido-sensei who paints? Pfft! Yeah right!
"Yuiki-kun, what'dya think?" Yoyo and a curious Kukai looked over at Nakaido. Kukai's jaw dropped while Yoyo looked at it more closely.
"It's great sensei, but..." Nakaido flinched at that word. "That tree on the far left looks out of place. I think you added where the light hits it in the wrong place...again." Yoyo mummered that last part to himself. Nakaido scoffed at himself while Kukai looked back at his sketch. It wasn't as good as Nakaido's creek.
What a shitty day... Kukai sighed as he picked up his stuff. "I think Imma' call it quits today." Kukai shook his head as he prepared his backpack. Nakaido looked at Kukai with a small smile.
"Don't feel bad because you don't like yours." Nakaido suggested. "It's just that our members have had years of practice." Nakaido added. Kukai only replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Yeah..." he sighed, starting to leave.
"Oh..." Nakaido stopped him before he left. "Can you tell Nadeshiko not to quit this club?" Nakaido asked. Kukai gave the teacher a frustrated look.
"Why?" he asked. Kukai restrained himself from saying, I prefer that she DOES quit, sensei. "Why do I gotta do it?"
"Well, she just might live close to you. Besides, if she quits, then this club is going to be closed sooner than expected." Nakaido explained. "I don't want her to quit right before the end of the club."
"The club ain't gonna last long?" Kukai asked, more interested in that subject, rather than Nadeshiko. Nakaido nodded his head, his glasses almost falling off.
"We don't have enough members to let the club stay." he replied with a sad expression. Kukai looked down.
"So, this club is practically running into dirt?" he asked.
"DUH!" Yoyo shouted from the other side of the classroom. Kukai flicked Yoyo off, resulting to an appalled Yoyo.
"Hey!" Nakaido half-shouted. Kukai quickly brought his finger down as he whispered an apology.
"So..." Kukai coughed into his sleeve, trying to make it less awkward for him. "What if we had more members?" Kukai asked, trying to change the subject also. "Before the club gets disbanded?"
"Then the club stays." Nakaido answered as if it were simple, completely forgetting Kukai's action with the finger. Yoyo came into view of the conversation then, glaring at Kukai right before speaking.
"It's almost impossible." Yoyo explained. "Students at this school don't like art, like how they should be. No one's gonna join. Everyone thinks Art Club is for sissy's." Kukai humphed at that comment. "We mind aswell say good bye to it..." Yoyo added. Kukai's head shot up.
"You're not even gonna try to get people here?" Kukai asked. Nakaido sighed as he walked back to the computer.
"What's the use? We need five members to stay alive." Nakaido looked down. "Excluding me, we only have two members. But if Nadeshiko's quits, it's all over." Ignoring the fact that Nakaido overlooked that he had joined already, Kukai stomped his foot.
"Look, I promise, I won't let this club get disbanded. And I'll got tell Nade—Fujisaki to not quit, alright?" Kukai confirmed, before leaving Yoyo and Nakaido. Yoyo looked at Nakaido.
"How you think he's gonna do it, sensei?"
"I don't know Yuiki-kun. But hey, I forgot, did he join the club?" Yoyo rolled his eyes. What an idiot.
"Well, not like it matters anyways." Yoyo muttered to himself. "This club ain't gonna be here anyways." Going back to his seat to work on his stallion, one tiny, little tear could be seen forming in his left eye.
"It's hard to remember
A summer or winter
When she hasn't been there for me
A friend and companion
I can always depend on
My mother
That's who I mean
I've taken for granted the
seeds that she planted
She's always behind everything
A teacher, a seeker
A both arms out-reacher
My mother
That's who I mean."
Nadeshiko looked to the sky as she sat on a little hill that went up from a little, steady creek. A sketchbook was placed in her lap and she had different erasers near her. She focused her attention to a little tadpool that was swimming in circles in one section of the creek. And a little bunny that seemed to hop her way. A smile found its way to her face as she brang a carrot out of her small bag.
"Hey, want some more Gregory?" she asked. Gregory, the bunny, hopped in a zig-zag pattern to Nadeshiko and snatched the carrot away with it's teeth. Nadeshiko giggled. "Did you like that song I was singing just now Gregory?" Gregory's ears moved. "I'll take that as a yes, then."
"Wish I could slow down
The hands of time..."
Nadeshiko continued, closing her eyes.
"Keep things the way they are
If she said so
I would give her the world
If I could... I would
My love and my laughter
From here ever after
Is all that she saids she needs
A friend and companion
I can always depend on
My mother
That's who I mean
My mother
That's who I mean... That's who I mean."
Finishing that song, Nadeshiko looked and saw that Gregory was with another person. She watched as he tossed the bunny in the air a few times. He was tall and slender, well built and not slangy. And wore glasses that fit his tan skin a little too perfect. His hair was a weird shade of green that matched the grass. And wore navy green slacks with a black tee that hugged his skin. Revealing a little muscle to the ten-year old girl. Nadeshiko blushed a wee bit when he looked her way. Showing her his sapphire eyes.
"Hello. I'm Shusui. Is this rabbit yours?" he asked her, walking towards her with Gregory in hand. The blush on Nadeshiko's face deepened. He was very handsome.
"N-no... I just visit him here." Nadeshiko confessed, lowering her head and playing with her fingers.
"Really?" Shusui asked while putting the bunny down. Nadeshiko nodded her head as her hands started to tighten and un-tighten on the hem of her plaided red skirt. Shusui, who Nadeshiko realized she had a crush on quite too soon, looked at her picture. "That sketch of this creek is very impressive." Shusui commented. Nadeshiko only answered with a quick nod of her head as she grabbed Gregory, holding him close. Shusui smiled at Nadeshiko, amused with her reactions towards his words. "Do you come here often?" he asked.
"N-Not anymore." Nadeshiko answered, turning her face the other direction of the probably-teen. She held tighter to Gregory. "I used to though, everyday." she added with a gulp.
"What happened?" asked the curious sixteen-year old boy.
"Well--"
"Nadeshiko?" She turned around by the call of her name, letting Gregory go. Her eyes widened just slightly at the sight of the boy. The blue hairs covering spots of his pale forehead, she watched as his amethyst looked at her with suspicion.
"Iku-nii." Nadeshiko answered as she started to gather her stuff. Ikuto, who appeared behind a tree, looked straight at Shusui. A glare appeared and it sharpened on the older boy.
"Who the hell are you?" Ikuto said through gritted teeth, his knuckled turning white. Shusui looked back at Ikuto.
"I'm your classmate." he responded with a little grunt. Shusui started leaving, but not before looking back at Ikuto. Mouthing, "She's cute." Glancing back at Nadeshiko, Shusui left.
"Iku-nii. What are you--?" Nadeshiko started to ask, but Ikuto grabbed her elbow, too tightly and roughly for Nadeshiko's liking.
"I don't want to see you hanging around people like him, got it Nade?" Ikuto asked sternly, not looking down at Nadeshiko while leading them away from the creek. Once or twice, she almost fell on the little trail.
"I g-got it." Nadeshiko answered sadly. Sensing her disappointment, Ikuto's grip on his little sister tightened. "Iku-nii...you're hurting me." Nadeshiko whined.
"Suck it up, squirt." Ikuto remarked. Nadeshiko only pouted.
If ma were here, he wouldn't treat me like this... Nadeshiko thought.
"Hey." Ikuto said. Nadeshiko looked up, realizing that Ikuto was holding onto her hand now. "I thought that you hated drawing... Why do you have your sketchbook?" he asked curiously. Getting closer to the car. Nadeshiko shrugged her shoulders in reply to his question.
"I don't know." she said hesitantly. "But... I know I can do it well. You know, with ma teaching me and all." Nadeshiko said with a little smile. "It's hard to remember, a summer or winter..." Nadeshiko started and stopped, looking up at Ikuto. Waiting for him to help her finish the song. Arriving to the car, Ikuto looked down at her as he helped her into the passengers seat.
"What?" he asked, raising an eye brow, resisting the urge to sing. It faltered once Nadeshiko sighed sadly and shook her head quietly.
"It's nothing." she mummered. Ikuto gave an aggravated sigh.
"Fine, whatever. When she hasn't been there for me. A friend and companion. I can always depend on. That's who I need..." As that happened, he approached the drivers seat and took off, singing.
Well, I didn't see her on the way home. Kukai thought happily as he got home, shutting the door closed. "I'm home!" he hollered, taking his shoes off. Thank goodness. Who cares if she's really pretty? Her attitude brings me down a notch. Entering the living room, he saw Kaido watching a football game, yelling at his favorite team to hurry up and earn a damn score. Kukai chuckled at the funny sight. "Hey..." Kukai said.
"Humph..." Kaido grunted, sitting back down, not even glancing Kukai's way. Instead, he asked, "Have you seen Shusui anywhere?"
"'Nah, doesn't he usually come home around dinner?" Kukai asked, grabbing the remote while changing the channel.
"HEY!" Kaido shouted, getting up, ready to beat the living out of Kukai. Right then, their mother checked on them, her look piercing through Kaido's skin. Kaido in return smiled at their petite mother and lowered his head to Kukai's height. "You little shit." he whispered. "I'll get you later." Kaido looked up at their mother, who's hand was already on her hips, giving him a knowing look. "Yes ma, I'll help you with dinner." Sighing, he walked into the kitchen with the mom. Kukai snickered.
"That's what he gets." Kukai told himself. Unkai, who had been lingering in the mirror too long, sat next to Kukai.
"Have you seen Shusui anywhere?" he asked, tying his hair back. Kukai replied with a shake of his head, giving Unkai a moment to sigh. "Has anyone seen Shusui?" Unkai yelled. Rento appeared from behind the couch.
"No, but I'm looking for him." Rento replied. Kukai and Unkai turned around and stared at Rento. "What?"
"How are you gonna look for the guy under our very own couch?" Unkai asked. Rento opened his eyes.
"I thought that the dustmites would like the chance to be petted. If that's alright with you?" he questioned, brown eyes glaring. Unkai only whistled, backing off. Leaving Rento back to, pet the dustmites.
Sometimes I wonder if he's gonna be alright as a grown-up. Kukai thought. "Hey, why's everyone looking for Shusui-nii anyways?" he asked.
"I need him to help me with my algebra." Unkai replied.
"He promised to bring home a bunny." Rento called from under the couch. Unkai rolled his eyes.
"Kaido wants him so he could cook with mom." Unkai added. Unkai looked around the living room. "But I guess that didn't happen." Unkai looked at Kukai who looked as if he was laughing to himself. "Well, I just hope he doesn't poison your food. See ya brat." Unkai exited towards the hallway, leaving a pale Kukai sitting on the couch.
"W-wait! Kaido!" Kukai shouted, jumping over the couch and dashing to the kitchen. That's when a sudden door opened and hit Kukai in the face. "Ow!" Kukai whined, rubbing his forehead. He looked up at the bully who did this to him. "Shusui-nii?" Kukai asked, looking at the green haired brother. Shusui looked down at Kukai, helping him up off the floor.
"Yeah, what is it?" he asked.
"Everyone was looking for you. Where were you?" Kukai wanted to know. Shusui rolled his eyes.
"Just places. I had an after school meeting." he replied.
"Really? Well, I went to the art club!" Kukai grinned, but it didn't last long. "It was okay, but no one was really there." he added with a sigh. That's when I met Mrs. Rude, Mr. Know-It-All and the Dense-sensei.
"Huh. Art, aye? Well, I met a girl you might like." Shusui smiled in remembering how pretty she was. "Really quiet and nice. You might like her." He started making way to the kitchen with Kukai following him,
"Really?" Kukai asked with feign suspicion. "What's she look like? Do I know her? Is she cool?" Kukai threw a lot of questions at his older brother.
"Well, she looks your age. Long violet hair. A little quiet and shy, but very adorable. She's nice. She also goes to this creek and meets her friend Gregory there." Shusui explained. Kukai frowned at the name of Gregory. Shusui noticed and he smiled. "Gregory is a rabbits name." That made Kukai smile. "Oh, and you might know her. She was wearing your school's uniform." Shusui walked in the kitchen and looked back at Kukai. "I just don't think she'll be good at sports." he added. Kukai just wore a silly grin on his face.
"It's all good." he gushed. "But hey, you're telling me about this girl who you said was like art. Did she draw anything?" he asked. Shusui nodded his head.
"She really can. I saw a glimpse of her sketch. I must say, it looked very much like the original creek."
"Wow! I wanna see it!" Kukai chuckled. A blush smeared onto his tan face. She sounds talented... I hope she's cute. He wondered.
"Well, see ya Kukai." Shusui called as he approached the stove. That's when Kukai looked at Kaido's way and his oldest brother was sending daggers his way.
"Shusui-nii, don't let Kaido poison my food, okay?" Kukai yelled as he went back to the living room. Shusui looked Kaido's way.
"Poison?" he asked. Kaido whistled.
"I swear I don't know what he's talking about." Kaido answered. I'm gonna get him good one day. Kaido looked at his mother who was keeping a close eye on him.
"I hope you weren't really thinking about putting poison in your brothers food." she said. Kaido smiled.
"'Nah, I wouldn't do that." That little mama's boy!
"No." Nadeshiko said as she was on her way to school. Just five more blocks.
"Please?" Kukai asked again for the zillionth time. Nadeshiko shook her head.
"No, I'm gonna quit." she answered. Kukai ran ahead of here and started walking backwards, looking her way.
"Please? I promise Dense-sensei and Mr. Know-It-All that I wouldn't let you quit." Kukai continued. "You can't give up. Don't you like art club?" he asked. Nadeshiko shook her head.
"No, I don't. Okay? J-Just leave me alone!" Nadeshiko yelled. Kukai pursed his lips. She was so irritating! She made Kukai want to light himself on fire.
"But you're really good at it." Kukai tried reasoning. Nadeshiko shook her head angrily.
"You don't understand."
"I could if you tell me why you hate art."
"I don't want to tell you." Nadeshiko replied. Kukai sensed how angry she was.
Good. I'll just keep pushing her buttons until she says yes. "Why not?" he asked.
"It's none of your business." Nadeshiko pushed past Kukai and he almost fell backwards, but was saved by Nadeshiko's little bag. Unfortunately for Nadeshiko, she fell backwards and landed on concrete. Revealing her pink lace panties to Kukai. Kukai's face turned red as he was memorized by the soft and silky lace.
"Wow..." he whispered. Nadeshiko looked down at her open legs.
"K-K-KYAAAH!" she screamed, closing her legs tightly. Her face turned redder than a tomato and she covered her eyes with her bangs. "You're a pervert!" she yelled, her hands laying ontop of her skirt. Kukai stepped back.
"I—I didn't mean it! Honestly!" Kukai stuttered, his tan face turning more of a pink color. "I just...you pushed past me and... I—I am so sorry!" Kukai apologized. He offered his hand to her. Nadeshiko looked at it, deciding whether or not if it was safe. "I don't bite." Kukai whispered, turning his face away from her. I saw her panties... Kukai thought. His stomach was turning in a really weird way, it confused him. Maybe it was because he saw Nadeshiko's panties. Hesitating, Nadeshiko took his hand and he helped her up. Her hands soft. He told himself, taking notice of how her small her hands were for a ten-year old.
"L—Let's just get to school." Nadeshiko said, trying to act tough. She was feeling sorry for herself that she had to meet Kukai on the way to school. Just three more blocks... She told herself over and over again. She started walking ahead. Kukai was about to follow her when he saw a sketchbook on the ground. Picking it up, he skimmed through it. He stopped at a picture of a little creek.
"Amazing." Kukai said outloud, catching up to Nadeshiko. "Oi! Nade-chan! Wait up! Look at this!" Kukai called out.
Two more blocks... Nadeshiko rolled her eyes as she turned around. Why am I stuck with him? "Wha--!?" Her eyes widened as she saw Kukai admiring her sketchbook. Looking through each of its pages that she took the time and care to sketch. Her heart beat sped up as she watched his admiration carve onto his face. He looked really happy. "G-give me that!" Nadeshiko snatched the sketchbook away from him.
"Hey!" Kukai yelled. "I was looking at that!" he complained.
"It's mine!" Nadeshiko shouted, holding the book close to her chest, scared that he might see it again. Or take it away from her. But he didn't. Instead he stared at her, and his stare began to grow in Nadeshiko's conscious. "Wh-what?" Nadeshiko asked, raising an eye brow.
"That sketch of the creek..." Kukai said. He remembered the conversation he had with Shusui. "You mean Shusui-nii was talking about you!?" Kukai gasped outloud. Nadeshiko blushed at the name of Shusui.
"Y-you mean Shusui-san is your older brother?" Nadeshiko asked. Kukai nodded his head, almost reluctant to answer.
"Yeah. He is. He's sixteen." Kukai added.
"Sixteen." Nadeshiko repeated. Her face turned crimson as she remembered the green-haired boy from yesterday. Kukai walked over her and crossed his arms, bumping his forehead against hers.
"Man, how many times am I gonna fall in love with you?" Kukai asked. Nadeshiko looked up surprised.
"Wh-what?" she asked, her face turning pink. Kukai just shook his head.
"It's nothing. Never mind it." Kukai walked ahead of Nadeshiko and looked as they neared school. Awe... I liked her again! This ain't cool Kukai. Get a hold of yourself. Kukai looked back at her and noticed that she hadn't moved. "Oi!" Kukai called to her. Nadeshiko turned her head and saw that Kukai was a few feet ahead of her. "You coming or not?" he asked, putting his arms behind his head.
"C-coming." Nadeshiko whispered as she jogged to Kukai, sketchbook still close to her chest. Kukai looked at the sketchbook, deep in thought.
"If you hate art so much, then why do you still carry that sketchbook around?" he asked her. He was curious. She was so talented at something he saw her do often, why did she hate it? If you hated hated to do something, then a regular person would stop doing it, right? Maybe she's not regular. Kukai wondered.
Almost there... Nadeshiko told herself. "I just do, okay?" Nadeshiko answered. "Just, drop the conversation! I just carry it and I hate it! Can't you just leave me alone?" she pleaded.
"Nope." Kukai answered in all honesty. Nadeshiko's eyes widened at the brunette. "I can't leave ya alone." he continued.
"Wh-why not?" Kukai thought about it. Why couldn't he leave her alone?
Ring! Ring! Ring!
"Agh!" Kukai yelled as he grabbed Nadeshiko's hand in his. "School's gonna start!" he shouted as he started to run full speed. Nadeshiko tried to catch up to him.
"S-Souma! Slow down!" she cried. Kukai just ran faster. "Souma!"
"Sorry, Nade. But I don't want us to be late for school." he said. That's when Nadeshiko almost tripped on her own foot.
"Ugh!" she cried as she fell onto the floor again. Kukai clicked his tongue as he helped the poor girl up again. "I told you to slow down..." she whined.
Suck it up... Kukai thought. "Sorry." He said instead. Nadeshiko sighed as she placed her sketchbook back into her bag. That's when Kukai remembered his promise to Dense-sensei and Mr. Know-It-All. "Hey, just go to the art club, okay? Don't quit on us now." Kukai muttered as he jogged to school. Nadeshiko watched as he jogged away. He really didn't want her to quit, did he?
"Well, I'll think about it..." she whispered. If she went, maybe he'd finally leave her alone.
"Sorry about looking at your panties!" he shouted. Nadeshiko felt herself turning red again.
"PERVERT!" she yelled back. Unaware of the snicker Kukai was making.
"She's funny..." Kukai said to himself.
Kukai skipped another sport practice to go to the Art Club again.
"Yo." he said entering the door of the art room. He was greeted by one person. Dense-sensei.
"Hello Souma-kun!" he greeted with a wave. Kukai waved back and looked around. There were empty seats and Yoyo. "Where's Nadeshiko?" he asked, a little worried. Was she not coming?
"Nade-chan? She said that she'd be back, she's here though." Yoyo said, pointing to her bag that was next to him. "Probably forgot something in her desk again." Yoyo commented. Kukai nodded his head. "Although..." Yoyo continued. "She has been gone for a quite a while. Mind go checking on her?" Yoyo asked. Kukai, reluctantly, nodded his head.
"I'll go get her." he answered, exiting the door he just came from. Yoyo and Nakaido looked at him exceptionally.
"I think he likes her." Yoyo cheered. Nakaido nodded his head in agreement.
"I couldn't agree more." Nakaido laughed. He went back to looking for his paintbrush.
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Kukai reached the last door of his seventh hallway. Maybe asking for directions to where Nadeshiko's classroom was would've been smarter. Instead of roaming the hallways calling for her name.
"Nadeshiko?" Kukai asked, looking into a random room. He saw long hair that shimmered in the sunlight. Showing its dark and gloomy purple hair. "There she is!" he cheered quietly. He creeped closer to her, a sudden urge to want to scare her. I'll just sneak behind her. He snickered to himself as he silently went behind her.
He saw Nadeshiko looking under a chair for something. But that wasn't the worse part of it. She was on her knees looking, and...Kukai saw part of her panties again. The memorizing pink lace that he saw earlier, curved perfectly with her petite butt. Kukai felt his hand shake. He wanted to flip her skirt up. Calm yourself... This is so...not...so... Awesome. I can't believe I'm seeing those again. Kukai sighed to himself. He was so glad for uniforms. Whoever invented short skirts was a genius.
"Found it!" Nadeshiko said, turning around happily, only to meet Kukai's green eyes.
"Ahhh!" Kukai screamed, falling over a desk that was behind him. Thankfully, she didn't see his crimson face. Getting up, he looked at Nadeshiko. "N-Nakaido told me to get you..." he half-lied. Nadeshiko got up and dusted herself off.
Him again. "Let's go." she replied nonchalantly. She made way for the exit and Kukai followed her.
"Does this mean that you're not quitting?" he asked hopefully.
"Would you leave me alone if I stayed there?" she asked. Kukai nodded his head happily. "Fine. But I won't like it! Guarantee that!" she warned.
"Yes!" Kukai cheered, hugging Nadeshiko from behind her. Nadeshiko dropped her favorite pencil, the one that she was looking for, and sucked in her breath, holding it. Why was he hugging her?
"L-let go...!" Nadeshiko whispered. Kukai let go and laughed nervously.
"Sorry Nade." he smiled at her. Nadeshiko replied with rolling her chestnut eyes.
"Whatever." she mummered under her breath.
I'm...glad she didn't quit. Kukai told himself. That made his sides do those weird flips again and his cheeks turned pink. Glad? Kukai shook his head. He only wanted her to stay because he wanted the art club to continue. That was the reason.
That was the only reason.
A/N: Next time on Sketching 'I Love You'!
"Don't yell at Yo-kun." Nadeshiko remarked. Kukai bit back his tongue, wanting to curse the little auburned hair boy who was hiding behind Nadeshiko.
"Why not?" he asked instead.
"He was only trying to help you." she replied. Kukai looked at her confused. "Look, the only way you can get better at drawing is accepting criticism. He's right. Look at the measurements of your bridge. It's off by a lot. Don't get mad if someone is trying to help you. Accept it. It only makes you get better. And I know you want to get better.
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Kukai looked at her face one more time. His heart sped up again. Why the hell was it doing that? It's been doing that a lot recently. She's the only one who makes me do things I don't let other people do... Kukai grabbed Nadeshiko's hand. She turned around.
"What is it?" she questioned.
"I like you..."