K Project Yata Misaki and Oc One-Shots

The Bench

Shadow was alone. It wasn't very weird for her to find herself alone like this. She was new in town after all. Well, not too new. She'd been there for a few months, found a job at a local cafe by her house and realized that she failed to really make any friends. She was a very kind person but extremely shy. She'd stutter greetings to her customers, and have problems making eye contact. She sighed and blew a strand of red hair out of her face trying to push back the thoughts of her social shortcomings. The puff of air shimmered in the cold frosty night. It was December after all, a time where people were with their families and she was alone. Snow was starting to fall as if telling her it was time to go. She knew she'd get sick if she stayed too long but she just couldn't find the will to move. She stared up at the night sky clouded with beautiful snowflakes sparking in the moon's rays. She was in awe for a moment but snapped out of it when a single snowflake hit her nose. It sent shivers up her spine and she reminded herself she should leave.

She was about to get up off this bench slowly being covered in snow when her cherry eyes spotted something in the distance. She froze, it was late after all, who is up at this hour? She certainly shouldn't be and neither should this person. It'd be smart to leave and walk away. Not get caught up in the mystery of what caused this person to be out at night. They could be crazy, dangerous even. It'd be smart to leave, yet Shadow stayed planted on that bench waiting for this person to pass her. As they got closer she noticed it was a man around her age, chestnut hair with a beanie on it. She took note of the skateboard he was holding and figured he stopped skating when the snow started, it was probably dangerous to skate in the snow. The closer the man got the more she could see his face. Hard set eyes with a scowl adorning his mouth. He had this aura that screamed he was some punk looking for trouble. The way he walked looked like he had nowhere to be and not a care of what happened to others. He looked, to put it bluntly, mean. Now, this is the part where Shadow should have called it a night and left. She should be long in bed but no, she's sitting at this bench watching this stranger that looked like he beat up people for fun come towards her. It was weird though, as if the gods were listening to her pleas to not be seen by the scary man, he didn't look her way. She stared at him hard though, he had to feel her eyes right? Was he ignoring her? Maybe she wasn't worth his time. She could only hope that he'd keep going and leave.

Suddenly as if he read her mind his eyes met hers, and she swore time stopped for a moment. Her heart skipped a beat that she figured was fear of being spotted. What surprised her though was that the man's face darkened in the night, was he... blushing? Rather odd to see a look like that on such an intimidating man. Maybe he was harmless? Assuming never did anyone any good, perhaps she judged too fast. As her mind was running through these thoughts the man snapped his head away from her and started rubbing his neck nervously, as if he was trying to figure out what he should do too. Shadow mused to herself that she might be the creep here, staring at some poor guy for longer than a minute was probably weird, especially when her stares didn't flatter when he looked back. As shy as she was, she was too curious to look away. Every stranger was a potential friend she heard and she didn't have any friends. What would it be like to talk to this man? Who was he? What was his story? Why did he blush? Was he nervous too? Did he think she was pretty? Maybe he has a resting bitch face. Who knows, but she wanted to know.

It was late at night and Shadow wasn't properly thinking. The man noticed her stares remained on him. He started shuffling his feet, trying to ignore her looks and get past her. Yet there was something in her eyes that almost made him want to stop. Stop and see who this random girl on a bench was. Didn't she know it was dangerous at night. It was almost two in the morning and she was sitting here, alone, in the snow. Was she stupid? This girl was just staring at him with the most curious look in her eyes, like he was a puzzle she wanted to solve. Maybe he should sit, maybe he could talk to her. He feared females though, they were too fragile and he was too rough. He could hurt her if he wasn't careful. A flash of a falling sword swiftly entered his mind, he shook his head and decided he should keep moving. Being close to people hurt, he closed his eyes as images of people walking away from him flashed in his mind. He's lost so much, why would he stop for a simple random girl? Easy, he wouldn't. He nodded to himself as if he had made up his mind and decided it was time to stop shuffling under her stares. He just needed one good harsh look at her and she'd leave and he could sit on this bench. Why did he want to sit on this bench? Well, she was there and sitting on it after she left would be like a victory dance in a way. A way to show that he won, it is his bench and he didn't need anyone, let alone a strange girl that couldn't mind her own business.