SuNNY-ShO-ShUN 黒潮

~Sunny's boat~

Why is it when one like somebody they feel as though they are floating on thin air?

Sunny had not slept this well for days; it was like all the gloom in her mind disappeared. The sun shone outside and in her heart.

At 6:45 AM, the fluttered heart girl woke up late. Sunny did not have enough time to straighten her hair. The warm and humid weather outside indicated that she would end up with weird wavy parts if she straightened her hair.

Okay, Sunny, Matsumoto Kun, no Shota, she giggled, Shota likes you, and you like him. So if his feelings are genuine, your hair won't shock him.

At the same time, Sunny recalled Saitama's reaction. The senior laughed and asked his girlfriend to watch her appearance. The remark vexed her; this showed her ex did not accept and like her whole.

Would Matsumoto react the same way?

The moment of truth had arrived, but Sunny's hair was not the only thing the boy was on the verge of discovering.

"Ittekikmasu, grandma."

"Itterasshai."

Sunny only took a few steps when the heat hit her. Late the girl even made her forgot to put on her BB cream, which implied they were all out.

There was no turning back. Today the boy Sunny liked would meet the real her.

°°°°

"Ohayo."

"Osu."

"Hayo."

"Ohayo Sunny," Shota said, beaming as he walked up to her. Before Sunny could even explain her appearance, he reached to touch a strand of her hair.

A broad grin appeared on Shota's face, "kawaii,"

Yuta's mouth dropped, and Madoka covered her eyes with embarrassment. Sunny became Sakura pink, making her freckles blossom.

"Mi naidé, kudasai," Sunny said while she covered her face with her hand.

"Doushité? You are cute with hair and freckles; please look at me, Sunny," Shota said in a warm, soothing voice. Everything about him was different from Saitama Senpai and from what Sunny expected.

Shota put Sunny's mind at ease, so she stopped hiding.

"You know, I was aware of your freckles since last year. You came to see a basketball tournament back then. The weather was like today, you had tied your hair, and they were visible.

All the girl retained from what Shota said was the words last year and game. This meant Shota played; when would he have noticed such details unless he was looking at her. In the meantime, the bus arrived, and Sunny climbed in with her thoughts.

°°°°

Yuta sat at the back with his headphones; all these Chupa-Chupa love scenes annoyed the moody boy, and seeing the person he desired so flustered by someone else, made him more irritable.

Sunny sat next to Shota; she noticed he wore the new wristbands.

Suddenly Sunny recalled how Shota had pulled his hand away when she offered to put them on him. At first, the teenager was surprised at the boy's abrupt reaction before realizing she was probably the one who acted rudely.

"Shibatta," Sunny said and touched her hair. Why didn't she put on the hairpins?

Shota must think I don't like them; she quickly took one out of her pocket. The day's hairstyle was not suitable, but Sunny wanted to show her appreciation of Shota's gift.

As Sunny lifted her hand to clip the pin on a random spot of her hair, she felt Shota's hand gently settling upon hers.

"I'll clip it to you," Shota said. It was their first psychical contact since the mischievous kiss. The sensation of their skin's encounter made the two teens turn away to blush.

Madoka enjoyed seeing the evolution of the couple's feelings; she turned to look at Yuta; life was unfair. Some people found themselves benched in the unrequited love club. And they were two on that bench.

The group commuted and stopped as usual at Lawson, where the girls bought a few magazines and flavored milk. Yuta only took a bottle of mineral water and low-fat crackers.

Madoka watched him from the corner of her eye could not help but feel sorry for him. The boy tried so hard to shine in Sunny's eye that Yuta missed seeing he already twinkled in someone else's sight.

As they walked to school, Shota checked if everything about their relationship status was well updated and accepted by his girlfriend.

"Sunny."

"Hai."

"Thank you again for the wristbands."

"Iié, it's nothing, thank you, Shota."

Hearing Sunny call him by his first name comforted him. The distance between the two seemed to shorten. Maybe the girl's feelings towards him were developing too; the idea made Shota smile to himself as they entered the school gates.

Some students watched their entrance from the floors.

"Né, né, don't you think Matsumoto San and Watanabe San are cute together?"

"Aoi San, are you joining the Dark Force? Their relationship is blasphemy. Matsumoto is an heir, and she is a peasant now. The girl has no parents; we can't establish her education. They won't last as a couple; trust me, Matsumoto San needs a woman with a pedigree like our dear Asano San. A woman who comes from a long line of poets and artists, refined in every way and not some European scruff."

"I thought France and its capital was renowned for being refined," Aoi San said, confused.

"You are dense," Mori San stated.

"Can one who gossips know the notion of the word refined? When the action of gossiping is for those of little wit?" Asked Asano San, who arrived with her discreet cat steps making the gossiping girls jump.

"Ano, éto- Asano San, we were just pointing out that a boy like him should be someone better," Mori San said, trying to gain back a little shine.

"Practice patience, Mori San. You must try a few pieces before finding the piece which fits the puzzle," Asano San said as she followed the walking couple with her eyes.

Mori San and Aoi San followed her gaze as they both tried to comprehend the hidden meaning of Asano san's sentence.

>>>>つづく(To be continued)