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He sat across the room, watching her from afar.
She looked nervous, but holy cow was it cute. He sighed, and then he briefly contemplated on the striking effect that the midnight blue halter dress created against the bright flame of her hair as she tentatively swayed to the music. Really, she looked nervous--but who wouldn't be when they were surrounded with people of the high circle, people of the elite; people they would be playing an ensemble for tonight. She'd visibly lighten up even by less than half a notch when a certain shy clarinetist or Amou the omnipresent news girl would wander by and whisper something in her ear, then the moment would pass and she'd be back to her charmingly awkward dance.
And this--this would be the day he spoke up. No more just watching from across crowded parties, from across the stage as she performed, from the distance between the fairy statue and the school gates. Downing the last of his glass and praying it would somehow give him courage, he rose to his feet and began to make his way over to her.
But someone beat him there. He beat him there.
He watched as Hino Kahoko flushed scarlet to the cerulean-haired boy's seemingly harsh words; she fidgeted in discomfort as he turned on his heel and then she rummaged under the table for her precious violin case.
Mission aborted. For tonight, at least.
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kinda open-ended, eh?