Oh this was just too delicious. The tall, proud, dark and egotistical Chiba Mamoru, almost reduced to tears by a girl. It was almost too good to watch.
Almost.
It had all started barely ten minutes before, when a shrill, that could rival Usagi herself, of "Mamoru-senpai!" had rung through the air of Crown Arcade. Usagi hadn't missed Mamoru stiffen in horror and look desperately around him for a way to escape as the small blonde bounced up to him, her arms full of sweet treats and other gifts for her crush.
Fast forward ten minutes, and Mamoru was now dying from the situation he was in. Usagi looked at her watch. 'Should I give it a few more minutes?' She glanced at Mamoru's face and had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from breaking into fits of laughter. 'Maybe not.'
In one graceful movement she lifted herself from her seat and was then elegantly gliding towards the wretched ebony-haired man.
"Mamo-chaaaan!" She smiled as a look of 'Oh God another one' flickered over his face.
Pushing herself between the small blonde and Mamoru, she pressed herself up against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Happy one month anniversary!"
Pulling his face closer to hers, she brought her lips to his ear. To the rest of the Arcade, they looked like a happy, intimate couple. They couldn't have been more wrong.
"You owe me big time, baka," she hissed, before pressing her lips slightly to his cheek.
In a sudden flurry of wrapping paper, ribbon, chocolate boxes and angry tears, the small fan stormed out of the arcade screaming, "A girlfriend! He has a girlfriend! Of course he has a girlfriend! I'm such an IDIOT!"
Finally, after a long, uncomfortable silence that fell over the customers and staff, chat began to resume throughout the arcade. Mamoru turned to Usagi.
"Odango… what?"
"I couldn't bear it anymore. You would have thrown yourself into the busy traffic if I didn't intervene as soon as I did. Oooo, caramel swirls, my favourite."
"M-Mine too," he stammered bemusedly, "But why did you do that? For me?"
"She was too blonde," she stated matter-of-factly, "Too ditsy."
'Also my favourite,' he thought.
