"Mamoru-san? Please have these cookies I made…"
"Mamoru-sama, what's your favourite hobby?"
"Mamoru-senpai, you're so smart, I'm so jealous!"
Mamoru was sick and tired of his little fan club chasing him around. The other guys just did not understand where he was coming from. They thought he was being ridiculous to wish for them to leave him alone.
He put his head in his hands and sighed. Shortly after, he was brought out of his reverie by a loud chorus of giggles, one that sounded awfully familiar. Looking up, he saw a large group of young children. But it was the laughing young woman that caught his eye. Golden hair that tumbled down her back in two long ponytails, cerulean eyes like the deepest ocean. And that smile…
His heart sank. He taunted her day in and day out, but only because… he sighed. All he wanted was to see that smile, the dazzling smile that made his pulse race faster with every beam. But all he ever managed to do was make it vanish.
She looked even more beautiful today in the August sunlight. The rays caught the yellow tresses, her skirt billowed around her long legs as she ran with the children, her eyes warm and loving as she laughed with them. She would be the most perfect mother.
Suddenly he saw her with a blonde haired baby in her arms, midnight blue eyes adorning its small round face. The golden goddess lowered a finger and giggled that melodious laugh as her child wrapped a small fist around it. Two rings on her left hand sparkled along with her now even longer hair.
Then the scene changed. She was sat around a Christmas tree, an ebony-haired boy perched on her lap as the blonde little girl passed around presents, her curls cascading down her back. The goddess turned to him and smiled wistfully, and there and then he vowed to make it so he could make her smile that smile for as long as they lived. He smiled back, only to be brought out of his daydream by a gentle voice.
"Mamoru…" he looked up to find the young golden goddess smiling down at him, bathed in the afternoon sunlight. It created a halo around her, making her look even more like the angelic figure she was. She grinned at him. "Take a picture," she winked. "It lasts longer."
If only… he thought.
But then he blushed, realising he had been watching her since she had arrived with his mouth open. He was about to say something, anything to excuse himself. But no insults, nothing came to mind. Only the family images that he so desperately yearned for, whether they were both aware of it or not. He was saved by the children calling out her name, and she skipped back to them, waving a goodbye as she left him standing, his mouth still agape.
But he came to and smiled to himself. He wanted those daydreams to become reality. He didn't want those fan girls with their cookies and fake hair and bleached teeth. He wanted her, with her innocence and radiant beauty and her acceptance of the fact that he wasn't perfect, that he had his own flaws.
Mamoru closed his eyes and watched the images flicker like an old movie.
Only her.
