Title: Accident
Characters/Pairings: Rima, Nagihiko, RimaHiko
Summary: Not all confessions have to be glamorous. Or intended. (Nagihiko is waiting patiently for her to continue, and she's wondering if he's hoping for something.)
God, what am I going to do with myself? Rima sighed and pouted. Her free hand—because the other was holding her chin up—drummed on the wood of the table with some unknown rhythm and beat. It flew up a minute later to her hair and she twirled a few strands around her forefinger. Realizing she didn't want to look like some shōjo main character, her fingers proceeded to make some ununderstandable gestures. And she suddenly ducks her head on the table.
She frowned harder and the question god, what was she doing? was buzzing somewhere in her head. Stopping myself from thinking, she answered. And she shook—even if it rendered to be a bit hard, with her current position—her little head.
She had just recognized that the feeling she felt whenever Nadeshiko—she tries to make herself look less of an idiot and says it like that, but then she realizes she's implying—and she shudders and stops herself at that—comes and goes to her is actually love. It is not an overall hard thing to accept and let go, but it is more of the fact that she's listing of things she loves about Nagihiko that is making her all riled up.
Like how his smile can be so breathtaking and be—Okay, stop. What was up with her and she was acting all shōjo-y? And that is when she proceeded to try to knock herself out by hitting the table repeatedly.
She felt that she was in the brink of passing out when someone went behind her and said, "What's up with you?"
Rima stops herself for a moment before sitting up and turning, "I just realized that I …" Her voice is cut and lost when she sees brown eyes and purple hair. Nagihiko is waiting patiently for her to continue, and she's wondering if he's hoping for something. "…like you..?" She decided what's the point? and went right ahead and just said it.
Her eyes were shut and she opens it to see that Nagihiko's eyes are wide and not focused. There's something in them and she wishes that she was like those characters in those books who could read expressions and eyes and all those stuff. She's also hoping that he's too shocked to blush.
"Did…did you just say you like me? Like me?" His voice is soft, and the last of his words went up an octave and he flinches at the sound.
Rima clears her throat and shuffles awkwardly. She's never seen Nagihiko act so….not him. He's always been this smooth, calm and collected guy who never seems to lose his cool. She's not sure if she should take it as a good thing or not. "…Yes."
If much, his eyes widened even more and she waited with bated breath and eyes closed again. She's hoping for him to say something, to accept her, to deny her, to say I want us to be just friends, to say anything, really. She just wants it to get it done and her insides are killing her.
A good five minutes have passed and no one's said anything at all. She dares herself to open her eyes and look at her rival. He still hasn't moved and she wishes she would just disappear and dissolve into thin air.
"I-I mean, if you're okay," her voice is hesitant, "with that." She blinks and looks down at the table. "I understand if you don't like me, or if you want to stay friends or anything." She breathes and lets out a shuddering breath. "I mean, atleast you know, right? Atleast I said it, right? So, you know, I'm not hiding anything, and I won't feel awkward or something. Be-besides, I, uhmm, I think it's better you know, right? An-and I should take chances, right? I mean, you never know. And if you don't feel the same, then, maybe, we can forget about this? I'm okay with that. I understand."
She's rambling now. She's repeating and saying things she knows she doesn't really need to be said. But she says them anyway because the silence—no, not the silence, the discomfort scares her—because Rima's never embarrassed—and she needs to fill in the silence so she won't have to feel it. And she doesn't pause for a moment and the words are flying out of her mouth because if she stops, she has to look at him, and she really, really, really can't do that.
"Besides, isn't it like that in love stories? I mean, I like comedy but who doesn't like a bit of dra—" The words die again because, the next thing she knew, Nagihiko was hugging her and she thinks that he feels the same and she's really, really happy and she wants to hug him but her arms aren't moving so she stays there with her eyes wide open and unable to move.
He breathes and she snaps out of herself and she manages to laugh and hug back and say, "So, I guess it's a good time to say that when I said like, I meant love, right?"
Do I need to tell you this idea also sprouted while I was taking a bath? No, right? Y'know, when I thought this up, I decided, why don't I just go on and use this and the fence thing (1st drabble) and make this into a story with five short drabbles (because I don't wanna make it into ten or twenty or whatever, I'm too lazy like that) which shows ways to confess, since, in both drabbles, Rima does confess.
Ain't Rima the cutest?
Anywho, sorry again for the OOCness.