Minami Hamabe dressed as Menma in Anohana is actually how I imagine Shouko to look like. Idk if I ever mentioned that before.
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I was just staring at the last message I sent her when I saw her typing all of a sudden. I was quick to exit our conversation and waited until she was finally done. She actually sent me her ID which made me ecstatic.
I didn't want to waste time so I quickly asked her to play with me, barely a minute after she replied. I hope I didn't come off as an obsessive dude, it would be just embarrassing. To my surprise, she actually agreed.
During the game, I couldn't help but praise her. She was so skilled like she was in the game itself. I was no match for her and it kind of embarrassed me but I don't think she minded.
I tried to play it of cool but she was just so amazing at playing that I even wondered if it was actually her. She really didn't look like the type who would actually be good at games, especially this one in particular.
Before I knew it, I caught myself smiling as I typed in a reply for her. She was certainly something. Even though the others knew about her, I didn't want them to know that I've actually been talking to her. She was someone I want to call my own, I didn't want to share her with the others.
When she took a bit longer to reply, the shooting resumed. I badly wanted to keep talking to her but I had a job to do.
Days passed and I still heard nothing from her which was understandable but I often longed to talk to her. Talking to her felt so refreshing, like I was just another random guy in her life and not just another celebrity.
After the end of another day, Yamazaki came onto me and handed me my phone that I didn't even know I lost. He grinned as he did so, which made me think he did something to my phone. It didn't have a passcode, unfortunately.
After muttering a 'thanks', I walked to my car. Nothing was wrong when I checked my phone but just to make sure that nothing will, I put a passcode on it. The way Yamazaki grinned at me made me think that he did do something.
I checked my socials when I got back in my place. Yamazaki had posted a photo of himself on my Instagram story which was no big deal to me so I just left it there.
After looking at my messages, I went back to the conversation I had with the girl a couple of days back. I was contemplating whether to message her or not. In the end, I figured I shouldn't bother her. She was probably busy with her own life which reminded me that I should be busy with my own as well.
I didn't expect her to show up on set the next day with only a bikini on and a coat. She was distracting but I eventually made it through.
When she disappeared, I instantly searched for her. Luckily, I found her with her back turned to me. I placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered a 'gotcha'.
Sakurada Dori asked if I knew her and I nodded with my eyes narrowed on the coat she was wearing. It finally dawned on me that it was Sakurada's. Honestly, I felt bothered by it but I just didn't let it show. Or at least, I tried not to let it show.
"Shouko, right?" I asked the girl.
It was embarrassing, trying to pretend I was cool when inside I was freaking out and asking myself why she was there in the first place.
The way she stared back at me made me feel warm. Her eyes were so captivating and soft. She was much more beautiful in person and I wasn't prepared for that.
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FanfictionDecathect in American English. (ˌdikəˈθekt) transitive verb. to withdraw one's feelings of attachment from (a person, idea, or object), as in anticipation of a future loss. WARNING: THIS IS A SHITTY FANFIC WITH CHEESY ASS WORDS. I DO NOT RECOMMEND R...