Miku stepped out onto the platform, shielding her eyes from the bright afternoon sun. The cry of the cicadas filled the air, and the rumble of the train she had previously been riding faded away in the distance. She took a seat on a nearby bench, idly playing with the strap around her neck that suspended a black camera. It had been a gift given to her several years back. The tealette smiled, fingers fondly brushing over the device. She had always been enticed with the idea of photography.
She glanced at her wristwatch, eyes widening. Miku hadn't realized how long she'd been waiting. Goodness, where was this boy? Did he not say he would be here by this time?
"Miss me?"
An all too familiar voice broke her train of thought, and Miku's head snapped upwards to see its owner. A mischievous smile played across his face, and his blond hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail. Ah, it was like he hadn't changed.
Immediately, she jumped from her seat and ran to encase the boy in a suffocating hug, which he returned warmly. He chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Len! It's been so long!" she said, pulling away slightly. "Three years, now, right?"
"Yeah," Len nodded. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. "I see you haven't grown any taller." Miku took a step back in offense. She couldn't exactly say, 'Well, neither have you!' because that was a blatant lie. He used to be slightly shorter than her, but now he was much taller.
Instead, all she managed to come up with was, "How dare you!"
His laughter, light-hearted and airy, filled Miku's ears. "It's true, though," he teased, ruffling her teal hair.
But then, he stopped, warm expression turning irate. As if suddenly remembering, he removed his arms from around her waist and pulled at her cheeks. "What's the big idea, suddenly moving away without saying goodbye, huh?"
He was so glad to see her, he had forgotten about the little grudge he held.
She frowned and waved her hands frantically back and forth, her speech distorted due to having her cheeks yanked on. After she batted his hands away from her face, Miku sputtered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But i-it wasn't my decision, you big idiot! Plus—"
The poor girl's sentence was stopped short by Len flicking her right in the forehead.
He huffed in discontent, partially mock-hurt, partially actually hurt. "If I were moving away, I'd definitely come to say goodbye to you no matter what happened," he said, lifting his hand to his forehead and striking the classic 'dramatic pose.'
"I already said I'm sorry!" she cried. "What more do you want?"
The blond boy folded his arms across his chest and a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. "Maybe if you kiss me, I'll forgive you," he said.
Miku visibly tensed up, a warming sensation spreading across her cheeks.
Well, this was a predicament. Emotional conflict. One part of her wanted to deny Len of what he wanted, just to win the argument, but on the other hand, a kiss—
"Aww, how cute, Miku-chan is all flustered!" he sang, bending down slightly so that their faces were level and mere inches apart.
She shoved him away, so red that she rivaled that of a strawberry. The tealette turned away afterwards.
However, the boy was always one step ahead. He ran and tackled her from behind, nearly toppling them over and onto the concrete floor of the train station.
Miku pouted, knowing she would never get her way in this argument. With a sigh, she gave in and grudgingly pecked him on the cheek.
However, she was puzzled to see that he was still pouting afterwards, as if unsatisfied.
"On the cheek?" Len whined, crossing his arms. Taking advantage of their close proximity, Len caught her chin between his fingers.
He brought his face to hers, and their lips barely brushed before the flustered girl squirmed out of his grasp and ran away at top speed, completely embarrassed.
But happy nonetheless.
Hatsune Miku（初音ミク） and Kagamine Len（鏡音レン） are owned by Crypton Future Media. I own nothing but my writing.
