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To (y/n) there were two types of love: the unrequited ones and the ones that are reciprocated.
For the ones who can't tell the person they love about their feelings, through the fear of them being rejected, or just because they couldn't find the ideal time. These people have to live day-to-day with a pain that ebbs in a corner of their heart. Something they attempt to ignore, but it is constantly there, reminding them that it's not something they can just place aside and forget.
And for those whose love is reciprocated, well... Good for them.
(y/n) moaned and laid her head on the school desk. Images of black-hair and chocolate eyes flashed through her mind as soon as she closed her own ones.
Why did he invade her mind at the times she didn't want him to? It was hard enough for her already to not dream about him, but now he was there when she was awake too...
(y/n) and Kou has been friends since they were children; even before he switched schools and was gone for a few years.
She was the first one he looked up when he came back, and that made (y/n) happy. Kou had thought of her before anyone else.
However, that all changed when he met Futaba again, the one he had informed her was his first love.
The times that they had shared together seemed to be long forgotten, and the things they used to do with each other, Kou now did them with Futaba; leaving (y/n) now feeling like an outsider.
Was this just the green monster, known as jealousy, rearing its nasty head?
Even though (y/n) knew that this was most likely the case, she just couldn't let go of what she was feeling; it was constantly niggling at the back of her mind. Teasing her, frustrating her, almost bringing her to tears; ones that she dare not shed in front of Kou and his precious Futaba.
It didn't help that all three of them shared a class.
You sat near the back, with Futaba sitting a couple of seats over from him.
To (y/n)'s disappointment, she sat two seats behind Futaba, and she had to watch as they both flirted practically in her face. It tugged at her heart and at times she found it hard to breathe.
She had cherished him years before he encountered her, and things were going so well for them, but now he didn't notice (y/n) at all.
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It was just before the bell was going to ring, signalling the start of class, when as usual Kou strolled into the classroom as if he wasn't close to being late.
In front of where (y/n) sat, Futaba was talking to her friends about Kou, and was saying something that could be misinterpreted as being mean. And Kou was standing right behind her, which she hadn't noticed yet.
He playfully glared at her and put his arm around her neck, giving her a noogie.
"Kou stop!" she annoyingly squealed.
At this point (y/n) had just about enough with everything.
Why did he suddenly stop doing these things with her and start doing them with Futaba?
Why had he forgotten her?
Did those years of friendship mean nothing to him?
(y/n) could feel her eyes watering and she tried to wipe them away indiscreetly but failed badly.
Because of the tears in her eyes, (y/n) didn't notice that Kou had let go of Futaba and was now looking at her with a look filled with concern and shock. It had been a long time since he had seen her cry. In truth, it had been a long time since he had actually seen her.
Why did he stop? Kou being Kou, he couldn't think of an answer. But he suddenly missed her.
He missed her smiles, her laughter and the twinkle in her eyes she got when she got a new game or manga. There was also the way she comforted him when he lost his mum, and that she was always there for him in general. Why had he never noticed this before?
As he was sat there lost in thought, he didn't see (y/n) running out of the classroom, until he heard others wondering if she was okay.
He ran out of the classroom and went to look for her, knowing where she'd be.
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Finally, he had reached the back of the school, and sitting on the stairs was (y/n) who had tears still leaving tracks down her face and her pretty eyes were now rimmed with red. Kou felt his heart squeeze at the sight of the person he liked crying.
Was he the one who had made her cry?
He knew he was indeed the culprit, and now that he thought about it, he could see it might have been because of the fact he had stopped seeing her when Futaba came back into the picture. It wasn't something he had done deliberately. But now he felt terrible because he had never wanted to see her cry.
Kou walked up to her and sat next to her on the stairs, flinging his arms around her shoulders as he did. He brought her closer to him until her head was resting on his shoulder, staining his shirt with her tears - he didn't mind, though.
"Kou, I...I..." (y/n) stuttered leaning into him more.
"(y/n) it's okay." He stroked her hair comfortingly. "I know what you're trying to say."
"You... You do?" She lifted her face and looked into his brown eyes.
"Of course, because I feel exactly the same."
"Really?"
"Yes." He pecked her lightly on the lips and smiled at her. "So please don't cry anymore."
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