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somevirtualnolife · 2 years ago

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Three Things

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Rating: G

Series: Tokimeki Memorial: Girls Side 2nd Kiss

Pairing: Daisy (OC) x Saeki Teru

Summary: Saeki Teru goes to a baseball game to support Mizuki's cheerleading, but it looks like he isn't the only one who notices her.

Author’s Note: I'm somewhat back! It took me a while to figure out what I originally wanted to do with the part since I wanted it to be from Saeki's point of view. The ending of course, is a bit of a cliffhanger, but that just means I have to write more, eh?

While I do joke that I like to bully him, it was more that I wanted to show off the feeling of when in the game where Daisy's stats are getting really high and all the boys start to notice you and want to take you out on dates. And of course, the moments when Daisy is walking home from a date with one boy, but then another boy spots them.

I hope you all enjoy it!

“I don’t see why you had to drag us along,” Harry huffed as he crossed his arms, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. “Just because you want to see your girlfriend shaking her pompoms in a miniski-OW,”

“Sorry, my elbow slipped,” Saeki Teru flashed an apologetic smile on his face. “Also, we’re just friends,”

It was true, Mizuki and Saeki had already established they weren’t in a relationship. Not… technically. Obviously, he liked her, and they hung out a bunch, but to be a couple, that would complicate things. There were just… a lot of other things going on in his personal life, about his parents and Sangosho. He’s still been having difficulties having them see just how important it was to keep working at the café. They were just…

Close.

“Seems like couple behavior to me,” Harry mumbled, rubbing his stomach.

“I have to side with Saeki-kun actually,” a bi-speckled Itaru spoke up. “I am assuming that neither Saeki-san nor Shirogawa-san have formally agreed that they are going steady, then they are technically not a couple, even if you have gone on a few dates. There’s something freeing about that, don’t you think?”

“Going steady? Are you from the 1950s or somethin’?” the musician continued to complain.

“But doesn’t that work in your favor, Hariya?” Itaru pushed his glasses up slightly, a slight smirk on his face. “Considering Nishimoto-san and Meiko-san…”

“WHOA-HEY! That’s different!!”

“Can we please move on from this topic? I just want to watch the game,” Saeki tried not to lose his cool with the two. There were way too many other students around for him to be too snarky.

He had to admit, Harry was right about one thing. Yes, he was here to see Mizuki and support her. He had noticed that she was coming to work more tired because of the extra practices they had been doing in preparation for both their cheerleading tournaments and to cheer for Hanegasaki’s other sports teams. So, he dragged Harry and Itaru to make it seem like they were just a bunch of boys ready to support their school’s baseball team during the semi-finals (albeit maybe he should have found people that were more inclined to enjoy sports). Being the Prince of Hanegasaki, if girls from his ‘fan club’ saw him treating Mizuki with favoritism, it could cause a lot of problems for her.

“Hey guys!” a chipper voice called out to the three boys. Sure enough, there was Mizuki, waving her yellow pompoms as she walked up toward them.

“Hey, good to see you,” Saeki responded, clearing his throat. He could hear Harry snicker quietly beside him, but he would deal with him later.

“It’s, so awesome you guys could make it. The baseball team has been working hard this year!”

“Shiba is playing today, right?” Harry asked, a big grin on his face. “Man, that guy is so awesome.”

“Yep! Katsumi-kun has probably been working the hardest, in my opinion. With him as our ace, there is no way we can lose.”

As Mizuki continued to chat with Harry and Hikami, she lowered her pompoms and placed them behind her back, Saeki got a proper look at her outfit.

Okay fine. Harry was right about two things; he certainly didn’t dislike the cheerleading uniform, especially on Mizuki. The black knee-high stockings, the cerulean blue V-neck sweater that matched the (surprisingly) short skirt...

Was it him or was it getting warmer out here?

“Kiki-sempai! We’re gonna be starting soon!”

Saeki snapped out of his thoughts, which was probably for the best. Who is Kiki?

A bubbly, pink-haired boy in one of the black oendan uniforms came skipping down across the field and wrapped his arms around Mizuki from behind in a friendly manner.

A bit too friendly.

“Sorry, I was just catching up with my friends before the game,” Mizuki replied. “Shouta, these are Itaru Hikami, Harry Kounoshin, and Teru Saeki,”

Shouta’s purple eyes looked squarely at Saeki when Mizuki mentioned his name, looking him up and down a couple of times.

“Ehh~? So, you’re the Prince of Hanegasaki huh,” he asked before leaning his chin onto Mizuki’s shoulder. While his voice sounded curious, his facial expression said otherwise. His purple eyes narrowed slightly, a slight sneer that the rest of the boys could see.

“I don’t see what the big deal is,”

Saeki felt something on his left temple twitch as well as a flutter in his chest. “Well, that’s not a nickname I chose, I assure you.”

“Mmm, well, I guess the girls will choose any pretty boy with a tan these days, huh?”

This little punk…

“Shouta-kun! Be nice. Teru works hard, so he does deserve that title” Mizuki playfully tapped one of his arms. “He’s right though, I really should get going, but I will talk to you guys after!”

With that, Shouta let her go and they took their leave, with her waving her pompoms one last time. Saeki could hear Harry snicker, which he felt warranted another elbow to the stomach, but he would leave it for now. Whatever. He didn’t care.

It wasn’t long before the baseball team came out and Mizuki and the rest of the cheerleading squad lead the Hanegasaki students into organized cheer whenever their batters were up. She wasn’t a different person while she was up there, but it was more like, cheerleading highlighted some of her best qualities. No- no, not those qualities. More like how she was just so hardworking and through that, could motivate people as well. While the two of them often bickered, he was also aware that she had a very positive and bubbly personality. It was enough that even he found himself in the spirit of the game. He actually wanted them to win and was following along with all the cheers. You know, to a point. He still needed to keep his composure after all. People were watching.

But he did have to admit this; Mizuki was incredibly cute out there. To top everything else off from earlier, there was certainly a lot of appeal to her shaking those pompoms. He didn’t think that he’d be the type to be into such frivolous, fanservice-y antics, but well. Here he was.

Okay fine, Harry was now right about three things.

In the 9th inning, the crowd cheered and roared in celebration when the infamous Katsumi Shiba hit a home run, winning their team the game. Hanegasaki would be going to the finals! All that work really did pay off.

“YOO! Now that was sick. Did you see that!? Just straight out of the park!” Harry said as everyone started to make their way off of the bleachers.

“I have to admit, this was truly a remarkable experience,” Itaru added. “Seeing how they did today, statistically speaking, they most certainly have a chance to win the city-wide tournament tomorrow against Habataki,”

“Ha-ha! YES, let’s bring it to those rich-kid snobs! But first, this calls for celebration. You guys up for karaoke or something?”

“I’ll catch up with you guys later,” Saeki responded, already starting to make his way in the opposite direction of them towards the field and small stadium. “I’m just gonna see if Mizuki needs anything,”

“You hear that Itaru? If she needs anything,” the guitarist started to make kissing sounds.

Oh, how he wanted to deck that musician square in the jaw, but for now, he continued walking, making sure that no one saw the pink rising in his cheeks. He then leaned against the wall of the concrete building, waiting for her to exit from the building where everyone was changing.

He did want to congratulate Mizuki for all her hard work and see if she wanted any company walking home. Celebrations for the actual athletes weren’t until tomorrow since they needed to be fresh for tomorrow’s game, and that included the cheerleaders. You couldn’t be doing dances and being flipped into the air while exhausted after all. Plus, it was just something he had gotten into the habit of lately. Because of her busy schedule, sometimes the only time they saw each other was when he would walk her home. It wasn’t anything weird, no matter what others thought.

Finally, he spotted the curly-haired cheerleader exiting through a door. Chatting with a very tall, muscular, and (admittedly) handsome baseball player.

Laughing and smiling.

“Mou, Katsumi-kun!” Saeki heard her say in playful annoyance, a big smile on her face.

And Katsumi Shiba, known for his serious demeanor, smiled back.

There was a flutter in his chest, just like when Shouta had his arms around Mizuki. That’s when he realized, it wasn’t a flutter, but a pang. Was this… jealousy?

No, he couldn’t be. Jealous? Jealous of what? That there’s a boy in the same club as her who has no problems placing his grubby little hands like it’s nothing? That the ace of the baseball team managed to make her laugh and blush? Why should he care? It’s like Itaru said, they were not officially together. They could hang out with whomever they wanted, and even go on dates. They had agreed. They were not a couple.

And now, he was starting to regret it.

#tokimeki memorial girl’s side #tokimeki memorial girl's side 2nd kiss #tmgs2 #saeki teru x daisy #saeki teru x oc #otome game #my writing #my fic #also on ao3

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roastedlizlow · 7 years ago

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Warm [Shiba/Daisy]

Series: Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s Side (2nd Kiss) Pairing: Shiba Katsumi/Daisy Prompt: Warm WC: 3457 Author’s Notes: Written in second-person, Daisy-centered. No name drop for Daisy in this case. This is based (very loosely) around my experiences during Shiba’s route, up until just before 2nd Year, Culture Festival. This is a little messy, but at this point I’d rather post it than try to tear it apart haha. This is my first time actually writing Shiba. He’s very cool; I really enjoyed his route! Prompt suggested by @somevirtualnolife (thank you!).

ALSO READ ON -> AO3 !

“My dreams now… wouldn’t have a chance of coming true without you here.”

In your first year at Hanegasaki Gakuen, you decide to join the baseball team as their manager. It is an obvious choice for someone like you, a hard-working, young lady who wants to support aspiring athletes with the strength you possessed.

You are no slouch, fitness wise, so you firmly believe, anyhow. And, somehow, it feels right to be there, as if this had been your destiny. Perhaps, you are not been wrong, either, since this is where you end up meeting him.

Your first encounter with him a bit... awkward. A tall, young man staring down the field you support, how can you not mistake him for a club hopeful? He stands, conflict deep within in his eyes, denying your offer and questions, quickly walking off. Confusing, upsetting, somehow you feel that, right there, this person in the same grade as you, that introduced himself as Shiba Katsumi, has a lot of potential, but a past to level it.

Your second encounter with him is... a little kinder. After dropping your student ID behind in your hurry to your science class, he brings it back to you.

“How did you know it was mine?”

“Your name... It’s your student ID...”

“Oh, right..! Thank you very much, Shiba-kun!”

In two encounters, you probably gave away a lot about yourself. Despite being tasked with assisting the baseball team with organization and general management, you are incredibly spacey when it comes to your own effects.

“...You...”

“...Yes?”

“Be careful,” he says, stepping off. You nod, before returning to your own path. Shiba... didn’t seem to be a man of many words, but he certainly is interesting to you all the same.

Later, on May 1st, you are met with yet another encounter with Shiba. This one... may have been the magic that sealed your fates together. You are putting away hurdles, at the pace you could, when he comes by and offers to help.

“You’ll be here all day at this pace.”

But you are stubborn, and don’t want to burden others with the task that you are meant to do, so you keep trying to lift the piece of equipment.

“It’s just this one left,” you try to reassure him, but he isn’t one to back down it seems, insisting that he take it, try to take it from your grasp. He has a point, of course, but is it alright for him to take over your job? Somehow, it doesn’t seem so to you, so try to stand your ground, but his arms, strong as they are, outmatch your pull.

So much so that you end up stumbling forward, your lips meeting his.

“..!” Quickly, you brush yourself off, stepping back, releasing the hurdle. “Um...” It happens so fast that you hardly have time to think. Shiba seems to pause, sighing, but maybe... is he embarrassed? Is that a rare side of him?

Thoughts are spinning, so you really aren’t sure. The only think you know is that he’s telling you to go ahead to class because he ’ s got that hurdle and--

“It’s your fault, not letting go... think of it as an accident, but don’t erase it.”

It’s confusing, this moment, trying to place what that softness had been, but as your cheeks begin to burn, you decide it’s best not to dwell on it too much. “T-Thank you, Shiba-kun!” You let out, and then dash off.

However, you cannot help but space out during the rest of your class periods, occasionally touching your lips. Are you thinking? Or is it a natural reaction, a chase to emulate the feeling, perhaps? The fleeting glow of a searchlight is what you see when you close your eyes, landing upon you, splitting to another. You... are unsure. It’s not really on your mind. No, what quickly returns to you is your determination to do your best. Those baseball players wouldn’t be them without you!

It is not until a few days later that you see him again. In order to study efficiently, especially when trying to keep up with Onoda, you wanted to review all you could. But, the classic literature book was just out of your reach. If only you were taller... or there was a ladder nearby, but unfortunately, there is none of that to give you a helping hand.

Maybe... If I jump..! You affirm to yourself, bending your knees and hoping up, stretching your arms as far as they can go.

“Doing exercises here? Strange,” Shiba speaks from behind you, so suddenly that you almost lose your balance, but you just barely catch yourself.

“N-No! I’m trying to get a book down...”

“...Which one..?”

In seconds, he’s towering over you, trying to get the book for you. So close... He’s tall... and... “Different from me...”

“What?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about how different you are from me... You’re tall, long legs, broad shoulders...” It’s clear that your mind has swiftly landed on this train of thought, your expression displaying how troubled you are with ease.

“Don’t compare yourself to me,” he looks back to the shelf, “you’re fine the way you are.”

While a smile forms, he retrieves your requested book, handing it to you after he takes a step back. Your hands brush against each other against each other on accident. “Thank you...”

“I’ll let go this time,” he seems to be... laughing? What could he..? You decide to brush it off, or maybe you just instantly forget any more meaning of it, “if you were tall, you’d probably hit your head on door frames.”

“Eh?” You blink, watching as he walks off. Shiba Katsumi, he’s hard to figure out, but he seems really dependable. You’ve already relied on him a lot, after all.

From this point on, you decide you want to get to know him better. There’s no way you can ignore how helpful he is. You want to be his friend; you want to understand him.

If only a little.

Walking home together after you club activities on occasion, listening to him retell legends of power-providing mirrors and a robotic squadron around the lighthouse, he’s interesting. You can’t tell when he’s joking, so you fall for his little jabs, finding them bad for your heart, but you like it. It’s bringing you closer to him.

At least, you believe it is.

Learning how to bowl from him, experiencing all these special places alongside him, you’re having so much fun. It’s welling up inside you, making your steps lighter, you’re working harder, you look forward to seeing him again.

You... wonder why that is.

He’s good with animals, you discover, befriending them instantly. How flowery the vibes around you must be, but this little fact fascinates you so much, so much that you want to see more of it, you want to try more of it, if he’s okay with it, so you barrage him with questions, and he goes with it.

“Shiba-kun, you’re amazing!”

You can’t hold it back, not at all. There’s still much to know, but you’ll stick by that statement. Reliable, outstanding, Shiba is really cool.

Maybe that’s why you feel like a home run has been hit. This fuzziness that’s began to spread, it’s all natural, pleasant.

Yes, you’ve become quite fond of this school life.

You call him by first name for the first time after school, just after White Day in your first year. Maybe it’s your excitement of possibly being in the same class as him once your second year began, maybe it’s all the feelings from his reaction to your homemade chocolate on Valentine’s Day, or maybe it’s just an unexplainable instinct, but he doesn’t seem to mind it. The only reason you even end up noticing that you blurted out ‘Katsumi’ is because of how suddenly he stops walking, and how he laughs. But still...

...his expression almost seems to say that you should keep it that way.

Soon after, he comes by and saves the game for Hanegaku’s baseball team. He doesn’t say much as to why, other than the fact that he knew the opposing team’s pitcher, but you are grateful he’s there, and overjoyed to be able to work alongside him to bring the baseball team to nationals.

It becomes a shared dream... one that can be made real.

Some days don’t go quite well, with you misclipping the laundry or mixing up the routine sheets or just plain dropping things on the floor, but you are trying your best! When your days are off, it appears as though Shiba’s are too, considering the bat slips from his hands easier, his swing timings are off... so you try to be more careful.

“Don’t pass out.”

“Eh? I should say the same to you, Katsumi.”

Shiba shakes his head, using the bat to stretch behind his shoulders. Honestly, you think that, despite how little he might say, he really says a lot.

That’s how you process it, at least. What matters most to you is that he seems to care about you. His eyes... also don’t look as distant anymore, not as conflicted anymore, as if he has gotten fire back in them.

Months later, after the very memorable school trip you had, you go to the library before your next class, and you find Shiba there, resting his head atop his arms at one of the tables.

“You should skip your next class... and stay with me...” he says, looking over to you with sleepy eyes. It’s hard to refuse him, but you also don’t want to cause trouble for your teachers.

“I’m sorry, Katsumi, I can’t stay here... I have to go to class. But... You’re staying, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I’m going to nap more... You’re interesting, you know?”

“Huh?”

“Just like that. You’re the first person I’ve met like that... Even if you don’t say a word, you’re interesting.”

“Katsumi...”

He closes his eyes, “I’m able to relax, just knowing you’re nearby...”

Slowly, you approach him, inching closer. Shiba’s... always like this, huh? Even now, you’re glad you can support him, no matter what. Instinctively, you smile, gently patting his head, “Good night, then, Katsumi.”

“I’m sure I’ll have a good dream now. ...Good night.”

As you march yourself back off to class, all newly gather materials and energy in tow, you can’t help but think about how nice it felt to actually be able to reach his head and do something like that back to him without leaping. The sensation lingers, and your smile is especially bright.

So much so that when Nishimoto and Onoda see you after school , they immediately ask if something especially good happened.

“Yes!” You answer, holding up your hand, trying to mimic a head pat mid-air, “This did!”

Hmm... Managed to chop Saeki? ends up being the summary of their mummers afterwards, but just another landing on what just happened has you back in your thoughts, so giddy and distracted that you nearly turn the wrong corner, only stopping when you bump into someone.

“What’s with your sense of direction?”

You blink, looking up, the buzz of joy not wearing off a tiny bit. “Katsumi..! Good morning,” you laugh, “Did you have a good dream?”

“Yeah,” he answers you, “I think I’m still in it, since you’re here.”

“Huh?”

“Just kidding.” He got you..! “...Want to walk home together?”

“Okay!”

Stolen from us by her prince, lucky~ there might have been something to that effect from your friends behind you, but you are much too focused on Shiba to mind it.

That’s just how you are though.

Really, that’s how you always have been, at least, it’s very likely so.

“Hey, are you free this Sunday?”

“Yes!” The enthusiasm in your voice is crystal clear.

“Then, let’s go out.”

“Really? Sure!”

“Good...” He seems pleased, and the both of you work out the details on your way home. You’re looking forward to it! He asked you out!

Sunday cannot come fast enough.

The day arrives in a blink of an eye, and you are pulling on your shoes and heading out to meet him way before your schedule time. He’ll probably be early too... For your date, you both decided to go to the Forest Park for a jog. As soon as you get there, and see him, it’s time to begin!

Gentle sun-rays beam down upon your face, enveloping you soundly. you both cannot lose habit and spirit. It isn’t often that you get to exercise with him outside of school either, not that you haven’t been having fun with him in other ways, considering how many times you’ve gone out before.

Well, you aren’t sure what to label your previous outings as. Considering the way your heart stirs around him, all the emotions he can see from you, because of his words, his actions, you... wish you could call them dates. You wish you could call today a date, but isn’t this just a hangout?

Who knows. At least... You have this time with him. That’s what counts.

Soon, Shiba stops by a tree, the clearing filtering in an even more comforting breeze. “ Let’s rest, ” he says, rather quietly. It’s as though he wants to make sure you are the only one that can hear it, or that you’re the only one meant to hear it. It’s just like how it had been in the recent school trip. A break and a sight for you two alone.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, this spot is nice.”

Glancing about, you immediately agree. Maybe it’s the softness in the way he speaks, or just the overarching view, but it’s... somehow breathtaking, despite being rather simple. Forest Park quiet, leaves dancing, fluttering, clinging onto the last stretches of sun. Soon, they’ll be sleepy, curling up, and blowing away, wherever the wind may take them.

It’s lovely.

You take a seat under the shade of the tree, still watching the horizon, and soon Shiba is seated beside you. Silence. Breathing, chests rising and falling... Is that the sound of your heart? Can he hear it? You glance at him, and out of the corner of your vision, notice that he’s beginning to doze off. That’s just like him... you think.

Before you know it, you’re resting your head against him, tuning into the calm forces that surround you. You lapse in and out of consciousness for a bit, fighting back on this quelling temptation, before you actually fall asleep as you are.

How careless you are. You’ve shown Shiba many sides of you, and he’s done the same. Once again, he’s gaining something special, isn’t he? That’s what he said last time the two of you did something similar in here, back in March.

This time, you dream while you’re nestled near his protection. Here, you picture the team you’ve supported all these months winning Nationals, just as both you and Shiba really wanted. In celebration, Shiba lifts you up, with ease, holding you so you can balance on his shoulder, seeing the entire team. You’d no longer be their manager soon.

Tears. You can’t help it. You’ve adored being there for them. As a manager, you did your absolute best. This perch is your one and only view from above of this world that you’ve been living in, and your ultimate congratulations for assisting in making the possibility a reality.

“It’s thanks to your voice,” the one speaking is familiar, louder than any of the cheers, “And you... Maybe I’m being greedy, seeing you like this... It’s thanks to you.”

“Kat...sumi..?”

“My dreams now… wouldn’t have a chance of coming true without you here.”

With those words, you wake back up.

“Good morning,” Shiba says, as soon as he notices you looking at him with a drowsy gaze.

“G-Good morning...” How embarrassing... but those words and Shiba...

“I learned something about you.”

“Huh?”

“You sleep talk,” Shiba then watches the horizon. The sun is setting, allowing the scenery to be painted with colors that mix and mingle with the fleeing leaves. Truly, autumn will be rest as breath-taking as any season.

“Wh... What did I say?” You ask. You really have to know!

“Not telling,” comes his replay. Oh, that’s not fair! Holding something like that as a secret when you’re really, really curious. Had it been something bad? Something good?

But, why would he tell you that you spoke his name while you were napping? It’s something he’d rather hold on to, and soon, you’d likely forget to try to bring it up again. With how you are, he isn’t sure if he’s really deceiving you or not. You are you . Interesting by your actions alone. Perhaps, you really are meant to be the mermaid of the legend of the lighthouse that’s been talked about. And if that’s the case...

...He’s not going to let you return to the ocean and disappear.

He’s correct about you dropping the subject quickly, though. With how pretty the sunset is, you end up focusing on that.

All of this proves how lucky you’ve been though. Things will go well in your remaining time at Hanegaku. And... ah how nice the setting sun is, bidding you cozy wishes and blanketing your future to be the same. What a perfect day this has been.

Now, it’s starting to get late, but that doesn’t mean your time together has to end just yet. No, fortunate to you, he wants to spend just a bit longer with you. The sky may darken, steps becoming shorter, slower, trying to draw out every second you have left.

You trust him. You adore being beside him. You enjoy supporting him. You love --

-- how he helps you, right?

No, there’s more than that. Definitely so.

“Your hands are small,” Shiba says, and you look at him, rather flustered by the sudden remark, your thoughts falling apart. But he merely gives you his usual smile, carefully and casually taking your hand in his, “ but that makes them perfect for holding. ”

“Huh? A-Ah, if it’s alright... It’s a little embarrassing though...” You really don’t mind it. There’s no one around, and you’ve got a feeling that, even if it would be just as awkward, you would be fine with holding hands when others could see it. Maybe it’s just because of how Shiba is, or because of taken by the world you two alone inhabit you become that it stops mattering.

Immediately, you attention is drawn elsewhere.

So then, as you tighten the grip on his hand, looking up at the twinkling sky, you softly let out, “Aren’t you looking, Katsumi?” It’s an absent remark, one you make as the lights in the sky reflect in your eyes. Soft, welcoming air envelopes the both of you, a beautiful night is in your midst.

He traces your gaze, chuckling, “At the stars? No, I’m looking at you.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, and you thank everyone and everything you know that it’s dark enough out where it shouldn’t be too obvious. He’s... really paying attention to you. He’s... really okay with spending time like this with you.

“Katsumi...”

Your voice is soft, something he notices with ease. It appears to you that his eyes soften, moving his free hand to run through your hair, making it fluffier, messier, than it had been previously. You laugh, feeling a soft pull as he stops walking.

Turning on your heels to face him, staring up, those lights that you took such an interest in glowing behind him, as if trying to tell you something. Fuzzy, as he then directs his free hand to you cheek, gently caressing it, his thumb wiping under your eye, you can’t help but wonder what exactly he’s thinking.

“You really are defenseless,” he speaks. And thickheaded, he adds quietly, but you hardly catch it. You want to stay like this, with time still, with your heart beating at its most relaxed. You trust him, trust him with your heart, soul, you believe in his success, you want him to do his best.

There’s still more time to be by his side. If you fall under the lighthouse’s light, will your voice come to you, so you can say freely how you feel? So the words can finally escape you? Can you give back to him what he’s given you? Did that kiss really mark how threaded you would be together? There’s still so much to know about him...

With the air around the both of you confirming that there’s certainly something there, a bubble in the late eve, you accept it, and are grateful for this warmth he allows you to experience.

You just hope... that, maybe, he feels the same.

#pan roasted words; my writing #tokimeki memorial girl's side #shiba katsumi #daisy (tmgs2)#tokimemo #what is writing!!! wow!!!#if there are any gaps... i wrote this out of order lmao....#i got him to :D in March 1st year right after his :) only cg what luck

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