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And here's the next one. Thanks in advance for reading.

Vocaloid belongs to Yamaha. Not me. Unfortunately.

The Schoolgirl and the Schoolboy

Day after day, the Rin and Miku would visit the café after a long day at school. In their red blazers, dark blue ties and dangerously short black skirts, they would sit down at a table for two and hope against hope that the boy, Len, would come by to serve them again. Luckily, their efforts were not in vain. Most of the time, they got the boy they wanted. On the odd day, they would get a random waiter who wasn't half as good as they thought Len was.

One particular day in the café, the two girls were chatting non-stop to each other whilst Len was nervously taking their orders in his crisp white shirt under a clean black waistcoat, when Rin happened to glance upon a scattering of cuts and bruises upon the boy's neck and left hand.

"What happened there?" asked Rin, pointing out the markings to the boy.

"Huh?" Len's warm, blue eyes searched for whatever the girl was trying to point out to him. Finally, he saw the cuts and bruise. "Um… There?" He held up his left hand and indicated the scratches on his neck.

"Uh-huh," answered Rin, whilst hopeless Miku was listening, lost, to their conversation.

"W-well, the other day, I… I… I fell over," stammered the boy, trying to avoid the blonde girl's penetrating gaze.

"How did your neck get cut then?" continued Rin, sounding more like a police officer questioning a suspect.

"Um… W-well… I was carrying some… some glass plates and cups and so… w-when I fell, the glass shattered and… and um… y-you know…" mumbled the boy, as if unsure of his own story. Fortunately, Rin had stopped inquiring him after this and she went back to eating her cake.

After a while of silence and with Len standing awkwardly by the table, Rin said dismissively, "You can go, you know." With that, Len nodded furiously and began to leave.

He was stopped for a second when Rin whispered, "Bet you go told off badly by the manager then."

She winked and he promptly walked away. However the friendly, chatty atmosphere in the café was sharply broken when there was a resounding crash and all eyes turned upon a young blond boy waiter on the floor, with various plates smashed around him.

...

The next day in school, Rin was, once again, lying with her head on her desk and staring blankly out of the window, waiting impatiently for the first lesson to begin. The azure blue sky outside reminded her of Len's clear, blue eyes. Suddenly, she shook her head. Why was it so hard to not think about that boy? She leant back on her chair and rocked it back and forth.

From her desk diagonally behind Rin, Miku saw her best friend shaking her head. Instantly, Miku seemed to know what Rin had been daydreaming about. Rin never paid any attention nowadays, much less attention than she had done before they met Len. Miku frowned. True, Rin was her best friend and it was obvious that she loved a certain waiter, but what about her?

What about me? thought Miku.

All of a sudden, the door slammed shut and the whole class jolted.

"Class, today, we will welcome a new member to our class," announced the teacher in her high-pitched voice.

Rin gasped and almost fell off her chair with surprise.

Miku gasped too, turquoise eyes wide with shock.

The new member stood by the teacher's desk at the front of the room. Blue eyes peered through a pair of black-rimmed, rectangular glasses.

"The name's Len," he introduced himself. He scanned the room, seeing two very familiar faces. "Nice to meet you all."

A sea of gaping faces stared at the newcomer. Sure, he was wearing the correct uniform, but it seemed like… with his own little adjustments. He had on the school's red blazer, buttons undone; no jumper underneath, just a white shirt; his grey trousers were slightly dirty, with the hem of the right leg vaguely ripped; his dark-blue tie was loose and hung limply down his neck, whilst his sleeves were scruffily rolled up so you could see a variety of scratches and cuts.

Surely the boy would get told off for being so unkempt and messy? Although, it was as if the teacher didn't care a single bit. How strange.

"Len is going to be staying with us for a few weeks as a sort of transfer student," explained the teacher. No reaction from the class.

"So everyone, do take care of him," she continued. Silence.

She cleared her throat. A-hem.

"Yes, Miss," the class droned in unison.

Len was directed to his seat by the teacher which was beside Rin and in front of Miku. Coincidence?

After the seemingly-endless lesson, it was finally break and the class immediately began talking and chatting and gossiping to each other. All except Len, who had his head buried in a thick novel. He felt a tap in his shoulder and, glancing up, saw Rin and Miku standing to his left, grinning like fools. He smiled.

In the corner of his eye, he saw a whole group of girls to his right, giggling and pointing and blushing. He pretended not to notice them. He was well-rehearsed in ignoring people.

"So? You came to say hi?" Len teased, facing Rin and Miku while still sitting comfortably in his chair.

"Not quite," answered Rin. "Rather, to ask, is your arm alright? It looks worse than before."

Shrugging, the boy replied, "Yeah, I have a cat at home. Y'know. Cats… scratch."

"I like cats too!" Miku butted in. "They're so fluffy and funny and cute and all!"

Len smiled hesitantly and nodded in agreement.

"Hey! Len!"

Sighing, the boy turned around in his chair. "Yeah?"

"Do you sing?"

It was one of the girls who had thrown the question out there. She held up her phone. A Youtube clip? She smiled slyly. "Cos I think we have a talented little boy here."

The running clip showed a young boy, about ten or so, singing and playing the piano at the same time. When the camera zoomed in to view the boy's face, it was easily recognisable. The whole class turned to gawk at Len, who simply sat in his chair, arms resting on his desk.

"Yeah. I do sing. So? I also play the piano and guitar. That good enough for you?" said the boy. "And that was one of my own compositions. There's a lot more if you keep searching. Maybe even a concert." He winked.

All the gathered girls squealed slightly. How amazing!

All of the girls except Miku. She was deep in thought. Something didn't add up. But what?

Len caught Miku's thoughtful expression and he yawned loudly.

"What's up?" he whispered.

"Out of all the schools in the area you could have chosen, you chose this one," Miku said bluntly.

"Hm. So what?" grinned the boy mischievously.

"Coincidentally, Rin and I also come to this school. And of all the seats which were empty, you were chosen to sit in the one you are in now. Coincidentally, it's just beside Rin and in front of me. And not only that, but you've won the hearts of pretty much all the girls in the class already. You're quite something."

"Why, thank you. I'm just a lucky guy."

"Hey, hey! What are you two on about?" complained Rin.

"Nothing," Miku said dismissively. "Just coincidences."

But there was something else Miku couldn't quite lay her finger on. What was it?

Suddenly, the bell rang, piercing the hallways and lessons began again.

Unpacking the books for the upcoming lesson, the boy glanced sideways to see Rin gazing fondly at him. He winked and she instantly turned around, blushing pink again.

Shaking his head imperceptibly, the boy smirked to himself. Coincidences?

Never believe in coincidences.

I hope you enjoyed this.

I'm still improving so any tips and pointers on how to improve are greatly appreciated. Thank you!