Title: Koi no Yokan

Rating: K

Pairing: KyoyaXRenge

Prompts: Japanese term, koi no yokan, premonition of love

It's not love at first sight. Renge would never be quite so credulous as to believe it possible. She's a practical sort. She's a cold fish when it comes to her innermost thought and feelings. Of course, her mask is the antonym of her very nature. On the surface she seems a chatterbox, a busybody, a woman unable to keep even one thought to herself. But that is not the truth, (no matter what other might say; they would even swear by hearing her mutter to herself).

Back to the issue at hand; Renge absolutely refuses to believe it is love at first sight. Oh, it's attraction, alright. But that's just that. However she can't deny the feeling that she might fall in love upon further acquaintance with the man. It's – almost, and that just barely – ubiquitous.

She eyes her unaware prey warily. Dr. Ootori Kyoya – the badge gives him away all too easily – is still treating her sprained ankle. Renge feels like a child because – who wouldn't? – she's gotten into quite the scrape. Still, she tries her very best to act like the mature, polished businesswoman that she is. Or not! She flinches as the cold assaults her skin, feeling as if a thousand needles prickled her skin. To hell with maturity, she thinks, letting out a particularly loud gasp.

"Ow!" she exclaims a moments later, eyes narrowing into a glare. Whatever was to follow is lost as his eyes come up to meet hers – such cool eyes. The pain is momentarily pushed into the back of her mind as Renge contemplates the words that do not leave the doctor's lips, (and yet they ring in her head with such clarity that it almost hurts).

Renge chooses to keep her peace as the good doctor helps her up. Silently, and a bit too infrequently, she reminds herself that she's a strong, independent woman who does not fawn unnecessarily over men – no matter how good looking they are. However she does that between vaxing poetic about those grey eyes and praying that he'd give her a sign – any kind would be fine by her. But, again, she's an independent woman and she doesn't dwell on such matters, (only when she does; which is extremely rarely!); they lack that something which captivates her.

Admittedly it can at times have to do with the fact that she is simply tired of waiting for a man to notice her. Not see her – that's done by enough idiots to last her a lifetime- but to see her (which is entirely different a matter).

So Renge is half hurt and half – whatever the feeling is, she can't put a name to it. Her hand instinctively pushes into her pocket. Something brushes her skin. Renge pulls a folded piece of paper out and thinks – quite calmly, might it be added – that she'd just had the best day of her life.

Ootori Kyoya, she reads, mouthing the words breathlessly, her fingers trembling as they touch his phone number. A squeal almost leaves her lips as she reads the name of the café.

Fortunately, Renge does not forget about being a mature woman, independent and the like. She enjoys her moment of glory in silent triumph.

koi no yokan - lit. premonition of love; knowing you will fall in love with someone after you've met them; it's not love at first sight