take me, i'm yours [lenku]

3: Len Kagamine: Professional Spaz

a/n: he jus like me fr 

H-Hehe, yep, that's me! I'm Len Kagamine, and I'm a fucking spaz, and you're beautiful. Please excuse me while I jump the balcony. Thank you for understanding.

"I- I, um, I'm in your class," Len said instead— it seemed a lot more conversational than the script he had in mind. "You know, the one with the cars and stuff. From this morning. I mean afternoon. This afternoon. Sorry." He reached over and turned the running water, which had begun to sound more like a roaring waterfall, off. He didn't want the water bill to be through the roof, but he also didn't want to end up somehow losing his cool (which, by the way, was long since lost, but he didn't realize that yet) and breaking the damn handle on accident. He fumbled with the soap bar as he leaned over to return it to its rightful place. But his eyes darted up for whatever reason, and there it was: first he saw her face, then he saw her smile, then his eyes glanced into hers. Gleaming, glistening, gorgeous. Like a puddle of the sky he could fall endlessly into, glowing stars winking in the swirling nebula of her irises. His heart almost stuttered to a stop.

He tore his eyes from hers quickly, finding them too mesmerizing and beautiful to gaze upon without falling into, and the bar again slipped from his numb fingers. It clattered loudly against the sink and slid around as if trying to evade his efforts to take it back, like it was taunting him, laughing at the insufferable, lovesick, starstruck idiot he's been reduced to. His face burned.

"Sorry," He said as he hastily grabbed the bar soap and put it in its place, this time with success. "Sorry. I'm just, uh...I'm Len Kagamine. That's my name. But you know that already, I just want to- to make sure. Right. Uh...sorry, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. I'm a bit fried. You know how...classes can be." Smooth, just like your brain. You incoherent dumbass.

The silence was loud, but Miku's chuckle seemed to cut right through it as if it wasn't. Len fumbled with the kitchen towel as he dried his hands off, ignoring Kaito's squinting stare.

"No, it's alright. I totally get it," She said. "Kaito told me he shared an apartment with his best friend. I didn't expect it to be my automotive tech partner, though. Funny surprise, isn't it?"

"Maybe it's fate," Kaito chimed in, adjusting his shower cap. The word fate made Len think of things like destiny and other trivial things like soulmates, and the thought made him feel dizzy. He looked down and continued to wipe his hands off even though they were dry. He did anything to avoid those kind sparkling eyes he so wanted to stare into. "The two people I love most in the world in one room. A dream come true."

"Ooh, I'm telling mom!" She teased. Kaito made a face.

"You're still a tattletale, huh?"

"Ok, you deserved it, though. You were a jerk! You always took my toys!"

"If you aren't using them, why do you care?," Kaito replied. He crossed his arms in indignance. "What, are you gonna say I'm copying your hair now?."

Miku scrunched her nose and furrowed her brows in confusion. Len thought that it was cute, the way she seemed to scrunch her face like that when she was thinking. He snuck another glance at her, then promptly averted his gaze to the T.V. Of course she was cute; it was the only thing he seemed to really know about her, other than that she had a voice made of cloud vapor and wildflowers. Was it just that which made him a fool around her? Maybe it was a shallow crush— yes, he'd admitted it by now, he did have a crush on this girl— and nothing more. His stomach flipped at the thought— was it with relief or dread, or disappointment or hope? She looked up, blissfully unaware of his internal dilemma, with those startlingly colorful eyes of hers. They trailed over the transparent showercap and the splatters of blue within curiously. "Yeesh...You look like a wannabe professional swimmer or something. You did know I was coming today, right?"