Utaite OneShots [On Hold]

🎈 Meychan//めいちゃん 🎂

Monday

Hair in open waves, swaying with every step you take.
Your expression is bored, or rather frustrated.
You wear the same type of clothing like usual, but I never saw you wear that scarf.
Is it a new one?

Tuesday

Ah, that scarf again.
It suits you.
You look more cheerful again.
Is it because Monday is over?
You wear less make up today, too.
I'm happy to see your smile.
It always brightens up my mood.

Wednesday

Even though you tried to hide it and nobody seemed to notice, I saw the tears running down your face.
What happened?
Who hurt you?
When you stopped in your tracks and wiped a tear away with a smile, my chest felt like it was being stabbed.
If it was me, I'd definitely protect you from being hurt.

Thursday

You seem to be doing better again.
I wish I knew what was going on in your head.
I just want to embrace you, attack you with bouquets of flowers and everything else you like - I just want to be there for you.
If you would just notice me...

Friday

A ponytail today.
Did you have PE in school?
You're clothes look comfortable, too.
I wonder what your hobbies are.
I've often seen you listen to music.
Would you listen to my music, too?
Would you like it?
Do you like to sing, yourself?
Or maybe you prefer drawing?
Or is it something entirely different?
The things I have yet to learn about you attract me even more.

Saturday

You're not alone today, you're walking with a friend.
You two seem close, you're laughing freely as if nothing in this world could ever bring you down.
I love your cheerful self.
But I also love your tears, your anger, your anxieties-

I think I've fallen in love with you.

Sunday

The only day I don't see you walking by my store.
It's the day of the week where I almost feel lonely.
I got too used to seeing you around.

I hate how I always pay attention to what you do and how you look.
I grow more attached to you with every passing second and it somehow scares me.
But for nothing in the world would I give up on being near you.

We never talked, you never saw me, you don't even know that I exist.
But I will still continue to smile at you everyday and pray for your happiness, no matter what happens.

That's what I thought.

But when you walked into my store one day, I was so nervous that I could barely speak.
Still, I had to keep myself together and tend to your needs.

"How can I help you?", were my first words to you.

"I'm just looking around, thank you.", was what you first said to me.

It was a simple exchange of formalities but my heart felt like it was about to burst with emotions.
Happiness, frustration, anxiety, nervousness-

I was overwhelmed by your appearance.

You were even more beautiful up close and your voice had me catching my breath.
I was afraid to make a fool out of myself and that you'd take me for a loser, so I kept quiet and watched you look around my store in silence.
You occasionally turned around and threw me a smile.
Each and everytime you did that my heart stopped and I felt myself blush at your attention.

"Is this your store?"

Your sudden words took me by surprise so I was at a loss for words.

"U-Uh... Sure."

"'Sure'...?", you smiled, confused.

"I'm sorry... I meant- Yes, this is my store."

"I see."

Your quiet chuckle made me even more embarrassed.
But I already grew fond of that laugh.
I could listen to you all day.

"I'm gonna be honest now... Okay?", you asked, seemingly afraid of my reply.

"What is it?"

"I always see you staring at me when I pass by. And..."

I gulped.

"I think I might like you."

... Was what I hoped to hear.
Instead, it was what I said.

"... What?"

"I-I'm really sorry! I didn't intend to say that! Uh..."

"It's alright.", she chuckled.

"I figured. Since you always look at me and such. What I wanted to say, is... I really appreciate it."

"... What?"

"I'm thankful that you like me. At least someone does... And, also-"

She turned around, ready to leave the store.

"I'd be happy if you'd just speak up sometime."

And just like that she left, leaving me behind, dumbfounded.
Before I could process what just happened I saw a folded piece of paper on the counter, decorated with a pink heart.

I unfolded it and read.

'Street xy, house number xy
Come pick me up sometime

As you probably noticed, I'm free on sundays

(Y/N) ♡'
   

"(Y/N)..."

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The second oneshot for today since it's also Meychan's birthday!!
Happy birthday you crackhead 🎂🎁🎈🎉🎊

I hope you enjoyed!