She used to doodle in class everyday.
Before that summer, you would glance over at her in homeroom, and she would see her absentmindedly drawing little hearts and stars, unreadable scribbles, and even the occasional "Mrs. Saotome".
You never really thought much of it. You knew she had a crush on you but you denied about it. You knew she was merely trying to pass the time instead of listening to Miss Hinako talking in front of the class. But for some reason, every class, you would glance back at her to watch her, even just for a moment.
You watched her slender, pale hands gripping her red, simple pen. You watched her scrawl little hearts; watched her shade in shooting stars and watch her decorate bubble letters spelling out your name.
She doesn't doodle in class anymore.
Summer's long gone, and orange and red leaves litter the ground. Everyday you still turn, on instinct, to watch her make her own, childish art. But she doesn't. She gazes up at Miss Hinako, her eyes set stonily ahead.
You wonder if she stopped doodling all the time. Or why she started to care less about Shampoo and Ukyo snuggling close to you instead of giving a huge punch on the face, accompanied with an overly-jealous face. Or why does she stopped cooking just for you even though it's toxic. Or around the time she stopped calling you "baka".
Everyday, you glance back to see if she's doodling again. You thought that you would care less about the doodles, the punching, the jealousy, the taste of her toxic food, the "Baka" word coming from her beautiful voice.
However, for some reason, you miss those doodles the most. And you aways wonder, does fate really thought we're meant to be together?
~THE END~