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"Ah, you're both twins. Not identical, but still twins."
The blond haired boy charmingly smiled, looking down at the two girls.
"A boy and a girl."
'Boy?' Y/n thought with...
(A/n: The song above is called How Will I Know by Whitney Houston. I'll let you all know when to play the song. I hope you enjoy this chapter!)
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{56; Prolonged Fondness...}
It was the day after the talent show and Y/n was resting on her already straightened up bedcovers, holding the lavender colored rose in between her hands that a certain raven haired male gave her.
Y/n's back reposed on her pillows as the backside of her head leaned against the headboard of her bed. A sigh escaped her lips, her brown eyes coming to a close as she allowed the rose to rest upon her chest. 'What is up with me?' She wondered in slight impulse.
Subsequently, last night when Kyoya Ootori presented the single rose to Y/n, she has been sensing unusual conditions from within her--physically feeling the inside of her abdomen flutter along with her heartbeat increasing in speed whenever she glanced at the lavender flower, the apples of her cheeks frequently turning into a shade of pink.
"Why did he even give me this rose?" Y/n mumbled to herself, no one witnessing her defenseless state due to her being the only one available in the apartment.
Haruhi was currently at the grocery store, purchasing items and nourishments for her and the two other residents who live in the apartment unit. Meanwhile, Ranka was attending the okama bar he regularly works at.
"Was he just trying to be nice?" She continued to question the boy's intention. "Ugh, I feel so stupid right now." She groaned, facepalming herself with her right hand as her left hand held the rose.
An assumption suddenly crossed her mind, making her hand remove itself from her face as her eyes widened.
'Wait... Could he...?' Y/n's thoughts trailed off before she shook her head in denial and clicked her tongue. 'Of course he doesn't. This is Kyoya Ootori I'm talking about.'
Y/n directed her gaze to the flower that was positioned on her chest, gently bringing the petals to the tip of her nose. 'But...Could he really like me in that kind of way?'
(A/n: Play the song now!)
Y/n grunted in an embittered manner and sat up on the edge of her bed, her bare feet meeting the cool wooden floor. She stared down at the lavender colored rose that was resting between her left thumb and index finger as her right hand laid beside her.
'Why am I getting so frustrated about this? And why do I feel weird whenever I think of him?' She pondered, her indecision and tension heightening. 'Ugh!I can be even more thickheaded than Haruhi! I really don't wanna get the wrong idea about this situation...'
