silver lining

He quietly perched on the bench, eyes scanning the scenery before him. Too youthful, he thought as he reached to his pocket to unfold his bonnet kept in there. He glanced back at the soccer field, his irises followed the guys crossing his field of vision. Soccer used to be a fun game to play, but he got over with it. Well, it was fun to play with one's pals - but his weren't here. Stretching the bonnet, he put it on his head, covering most of his hair. His long pink fringe poked out, but it felt like it was glued on his forehead.

'Didn't matter,' he shrugged as if it would make his fringe look better. His eyes were back on the bright green field where boys around his age were running. The soccer ball flew in the air as a gleeful blond kicked it to pass to his blue-haired mate, and the girls watching from the sidelines roared as the dude dashed towards the opponent's goal.

The blue-haired dude seemed to glow as he ran lightning-speed towards the enemy's net. Determination drew a deep furrow between his brows as he skillfully dodged his opponents, all the while keeping the ball with him. He looked as though he was shining under the noon sun, and as he kicked the ball his sweat glimmered like diamonds that were shaken off from his followed next was the deafening uproar from the girls, who, for some reason, hadn't lost their voices because they had been screaming like banshees since the game started.

Anyway, that goal kick deserved an applause. His friends used to tell him that he was shining too (like how the blue-haired boy seemed to shine in his eyes), once he began striding across the soccer field. He just understood what cheesiness his friends were talking about. All these years he thought they were just blabbering bullshit. This thought made him sigh. 'Must be fun to be with them,' thought he. Slouching more on the bench, he slid down until he could lean back his head on the bench. Until something teal appeared to his parallel vision. He quickly looked sideways, which seemed to be a mistake, because as soon as he did so, he straightened on his seat.

"Oh, no, no," she waved her hands abashedly and apologetically, her teal hair caught up on a pony shook with her body. "I'm probably invading your alone time. Uh, shall I go?" She gestured a thumb to her right. The awkward smile was still plastered on her face.

Should he speak? Or wincing would do? He hadn't tried speaking to her before, so he was unsure how to respond.

"Uh, I'll take your silence as yes. Okay?" She beamed at him, and he found her rosy cheeks pretty. She fixed her skirt as she sat, face turned towards the boys playing soccer during the lunch break. He could make out the small, fond smile on her lips as she watched the boys playing. Perhaps she knew the boys. But certainly, these boys knew her. In fact, everyone does. She's Miku Hatsune after all.

"Do you see that blond in blue shirt?" asked she.

"Uh, yeah," he mumbled. "He's good."

Miku hummed her ascent. She looked rather energetic after he said his commentary. "The boy's my best friend's younger brother. He's two years younger than us. But even if he's the youngest among those boys in the field, he's still playing with them. And he's doing good at that."

"Ah, so a Kagamine, huh?"

"I'm surprised you know who's my best friend," Miku laughed and looked his way, her eyes smiling. Instantly, he looked away. Too bright.

"It's really not hard to remember. You're always together, and besides, people talk about you."

"Really, what do they say?" there was concern in her voice, and he wanted to clear the misunderstanding at once.

"Good things," he quietly replied, but still it was audible against the rustling of the trees. "Like, you're kind, and pretty, and...stuff. You probably know already."

Her laughter tinkled again, and for some reason it was louder than the banshee cries of the fangirls. "Oh, I really don't. You know, this is actually the first time we spoke to each other."

"Hn."

"How are you coping with your new class, Yuuma?"

Being called by his first name sounded strange. Nevertheless, it felt reassuring. It felt like he knew that some time, one of these days, he would also belong here.

"Well," he sighed, looking up at the clear blue sky. The blinding silver lining of the clouds shone, making him squint. "I'm still adjusting."

The girl hummed her ascent once more, and he felt that she leaned back on the bench too. So she was tensed talking to him, too? As if she heard his thoughts, Yuuma heard her sigh - and laugh, just as quick. "I thought you would drive me away. What a relief! I hope we'll talk more from now on, Yuuma! I know being transferred on the final semester of your senior year was annoying, but I promise you, our class will treat you like a family too!

"Oh, and if you want to play soccer, tell me right away. Rin's brother, Kaito and Gakupo would love to play with you. They planned asking you out earlier, but you were gone from your seat when the lunch bell rang."

Once again, she beamed at him. Yuuma wasn't sure which was brighter, her smile or the silver lining of the clouds. He squinted at the sight of both, anyhow.

request: it's yuuma x miku where miku is rather kind and popular, but just can't accept that yuuma just likes being alone at all, so she tries talking to him

note: it took me so long, yeah. im really busy (even if i share a bunch of memes on my facebook and tweet a lot emotional bullcrap). writing something quick like this is a stress reliever.

p.s. why do i feel like i wrote a super pure girl persona for miku here. yolo so suck it up, ivan.