Gouenji x Fuyuka
"Gouenji-kun!" The voice of a purple-haired girl called out.
Gouenji turned around, surprised. "Yeah...?" He said quietly. Whenever she was around, he felt on edge for some reason.
Fuyuka smiled her pretty smile-wait, pretty smile?-and said, "I just wanted to thank you for the other day."
Gouenji blinked and started digging inside his head for what she might be mentioning. However, his mind is mostly composed of soccer. Also, because he's a boy, his mind is small. "For what?"
"For standing up for me and Aki when that gang leader was harassing us." Fuyuka answered.
"Ah, right...that guy." Gouenji felt annoyance well up inside of him when he remembered that guy's face. What was his name, Karasu or something? Not that it mattered. Gouenji still hated him just as much either way. "It was nothing."
"I'm still glad you did it, though. So thank you." She smiled again.
Gouenji thought of the jealousy and rage he felt when Karasu grabbed onto Fuyuka's hand. It was all he could do to just say 'let go' and not bash the guy's face in. "No problem. I did it for you, after all."
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'WAIT, WHAT THE HECK DID I JUST SAY?!' Gouenji screamed inside his head. The ace striker went full-on panic mode. Though his face remained stoic, he began sweating, and inside his head he was freaking out and mentally running in circles. "Uh...I...u-um, I have to go to the bathroom." Gouenji exclaimed, zipping away from the situation.
Fuyuka, clueless as always, allowed everything to go over her head. "Okay! Thanks again! Hm, I wonder why he started blushing?"
Who knew that Gouenji was so terrible with girls?