Falling in love with him
"Yume..? Yume?? EARTH TO YUME!!"
A loud yell rang in her ears and said girl snapped out of her daze. Her eyes tore away from whatever was occupying her attention to look at her best friend. With a nervous smile and an awkward laugh, she dared to respond with a "Sorry, did you say something?", making the already annoyed teen even more exasperated.
"If you're not gonna listen to me then go talk to him already," she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You look seriously creepy when you're staring at him."
The sudden comment caused a blush to form on her cheeks and she quickly covered them. "W-What?! Do I look that weird? Akira, why didn't you say so sooner?" Yume whined in embarrassment, hoping that the boy she was staring at didn't see the face she was making. Her flustered face only made her best friend laugh in amusement.
"Don't worry. I'm sure he can't see the fish-face you were making seconds ago since he's basically facing away from us." Akira reassured her with a light pat on the shoulder. "But you know you're gonna have to tell him someday, right?"
Yume looked at her with wide eyes and shook her head vigorously, "Nu-uh. No way. No thanks. I'd die of embarrassment and humiliation the second he rejects me."
"How do you even know that he's going to reject you? You two never even spoke before."
"Pretty sure every guy in this class knows I'm weird."
"You know what's weird? A second year game-addict who doesn't interact with his classmates or anyone for that matter, isn't athletic yet plays really good volleyball, AND has pudding-like hair!"
"Shut up and leave him alone. He's adorable." Yume pouted, turning her head to gaze at the Nekoma volleyball setter once again.
Kozume Kenma had been her crush since their first year in high school. She wasn't sure what it was but there was something about him that intrigued her. Was it because he was so quiet? Was it his passion for playing games? Or maybe because of the mysterious vibe he gives off? Yume had absolutely no idea what or why, but she knew for certain that she was in love with him.
"Come on. Let's go before the bell rings." Akira snapped her fingers in front of her best friend's face to wake her up again from her daze-like state.
Hurrying down the halls to their classrooms, Yume and Akira said their goodbyes before entering their respective rooms. Yume took notice of the eyebrow wiggle Akira made as she eyed the blonde boy sitting next to the window in class 2-3. She huffed and shooed her away, before quietly walking over to her seat and sitting down.
She glanced at Kenma who was busy playing on his PSP to even notice her, just like always. Right as she was about to say a greeting, the door to the room slid open and the teacher walked in to start the class. Sighing in defeat, she turned to face the board, completely unaware of the pair of golden eyes looking at her from their peripheral vision.
Throughout the entire day, Yume's thoughts would randomly start thinking about Kenma. With the way he looks so fixated on his phone during lunch time, she wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of his texts. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to hold his hand or to play with his hair. Would it be fun if the two of them played a multiplayer game together? Wait, no. She sucked at video games.
Various daydreams swirled in her mind until she realized that the bell already rang minutes ago and everyone was getting ready to go home. She quickly grabbed her books and stashed them away into her bag.
"Yume!" A voice called from the doorway. When she looked over and saw Akira waiting for her, she gave a slight wave, telling her to wait a bit.
"Can we stop by somewhere on the way home?" She asked when she exited the classroom. There was a light blush on her cheeks as she averted her gaze to the floor. "I was thinking of maybe...writing down my confession on paper?"
Yume looked up at her best friend with anxious eyes full of uncertainty; only to be met with excited ones as she was then congratulated on taking a step forward. "I knew you had it in you!" Akira hugged her tightly and swung her around. "My baby girl is finally growing up!"
"Hey! We're the same age!!"
"I don't care!"
"Well, I do!"
After their playful argument, the two walked home and stopped by a craft store on the way. Who knew choosing the perfect stationary would be so difficult. Not to mention, picking an envelope for it.
Yume stared at the envelopes held in front of her, her eyes squinted as she examined. Akira held a red envelope in one hand; the other held a pink one. "What's the difference?" She asked her after a full minute of contemplating. "You know, besides the obvious."
"Just pick one: red or pink!" Akira exclaimed and waved the envelopes. "It's a crucial decision!"
"I honestly doubt Kenma would care about the color." She deadpanned. "Like, seriously. He's just gonna tear the damn thing open anyway."
"That's true, but still..!"
"Why are you into this more than I am? I'm the one who's confessing here!!" She laughed and took the red envelope. "Speaking of which, how does someone write a confession letter anyway?"
Akira grinned widely, "LEAVE THAT TO ME!"
