"Usagi! USAGI!" He ran after the retreating figure, he knew he was steadily getting wetter and wetter from the rain, but he did not care, he had to tell her.

"Usa-"

"What?" She spun round and turned to face him, tears running down her cheeks.

"I need to tell you. I need to tell you… how I… feel."

She raised her eyebrows. "Feel? Do you think I care how you feel? How can I care when all you ever do is make ME feel like crap?!" Tears were flowing down the sides of her face. He was stunned. She had no idea. And did she honestly think he actually meant all of those insults?

He resolutely marched over to her, and taking her chin in his hand said, "Usako, I love you." Her eyes widened. He slowly leant in closer, closer… until…

"Baka!"

A small hand was waving in front of his face. He snapped back to attention and looked around him. Motoki and Usagi were both staring at him with worried expressions on their faces. "Are you alright? I was talking to you and suddenly your eyes glazed over and you stopped paying attention." She realised what she had said and turned back to her milkshake muttering, "It's rather rude to be honest."

"Well then maybe my short attention span has rubbed off from you Odango Atama. Or maybe you are just that dull."

She stood up angrily. She had had enough of his baka attitude. He had no idea how he made her feel, and she was trying to tell him something important, and he didn't even pay attention. Without a word she turned and walked out of the arcade, leaving a lot of her milkshake behind.

Motoki shook his head. "One day you'll admit it Mamoru," he said. Mamoru snorted.

"In your dreams Motoki."

And in his too.