𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚 || 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐮𝐠𝐢

𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝟎𝟒

❝dear a,

please don't be in love with someone else❞

amane has theories about the tapes and a. first one is that pandora is from the art club and decided to record her confession tapes so that she could give it to 'a', or the second one, which is the opposite where a is from the art club, then pandora gave him the box with the tapes so 'a' didn't know where to put it so he decided to hide it in the art club.

if [name] was the one who listens to the tape, she could interpret a as a feeling of love that she couldn't get rid of. amane however, he interprets 'a' as a hindrance to society as to why he hadn't noticed pandora's feelings yet. there are nine tapes in the box, he finished listening to three of them and he only has six left for him to listen.

he presses the play button.

❝dear a, 

the stars look so bright, thankfully it wasn't cloudy now that i can see them clearly. the falling stars are so breathtaking to look like. i couldn't help but wonder, where do stars go when they fall?❞

❝a, when will you able to look at me the way you look at the moon and stars. i just wished that you could've seen me differently rather than a friend. you always give me mixed feelings a, i hope you're not playing with me...❞

the tape ends. amane felt like there's a heavy feeling in his chest. the burden of one sided love, masking with the playful flirt and fond affections. amane meant every single thing to [name] and even if he tries, she'll never be able to look at him that way.

if [name] was looking at the stars, then amane has his eyes set on her instead. when a guy falls in love, there's this stupid grin that breaks on his face when that one person enters their mind. and that's what amane is feeling right now, having a random smile on his face while burying his head on the pillow he was hugging.

🌸🌸🌸

"so you're saying that you're halfway finished to listening to the tapes?" [name] questioned while she sips on a box of milk, leaning against the railings of the rooftop. "its such a mystery as to why shijima-senpai would give the tapes to you."

"she said that i should keep it before she wants it back after the art club is finished renovating." amane explained. "i couldn't help but to be curious about pandora's existence, like it's self explanatory that she's in our school."

"what would you do when you meet her?" 

amane smiled softly, resting his cheek against his palm while gazing at [name]. "i'll comfort them. telling them that i, as well, experiencing the same thing in which our crushes doesn't like us back~" he grinned even though he swore he felt a pang in his heart while saying that.

[name] blushed slightly, she cleared her throat and looked at the distance. "i don't want to pry on who your crush is but let me tell you that i also happen to have one-sided love."

"i accepted the fact that he doesn't like me that way. it's not like i'm pretty."

amane grumbled. "then that guy is stupid, how can he not like you?" he muttered under his breath. that crush of hers must have low standards or bad taste, or is he saying those just because he's envious of that person. "oi, how can you say that?!" he asked when he heard [name] said that she's not pretty, it felt so offensive on how she can disregard herself.

"i've known you for years, and to me, you're pretty."

"amane-kun..." [name] was surprised, then she wheezed. "not gonna lie you sound like a simp."

the choppy haired boy stood there smiling in pain and then he looks away from [name] as he pretended to be in a state of existential crisis. "wait, i'm sorry-" [name] waves her hands frantically in regret. amane continued to pout, avoiding his gaze from his female friend. "i'll do anything, just look at me amane-kunnn." she pleaded.

amane glared with a small blush upon his cheeks, turning around to face her as he places his hands on the sides of [name]'s shoulders, he spoke in a low whisper. "do you doubt me that much? or are you seriously that dense for you to notice it?"

[name] had never seen amane this serious before, she always thought that he's an adorable dork with a goofy smile and that one friends who flirts too much, but in this state, amane wasn't playing games anymore. "amane...?" [name] started to feel funny in her stomach once the boy in front of her starts move closer to her, this is the only way amane would prove that he's serious with every single flirty remark and affections that he did.

he halted. 'this isn't right, it's not like she likes me or anything.'  amane pulled away from [name] and smiled. "just kidding~ i'm not mad, okay?" he reassured while rubbing her cheek with a soft grin.

"thank god, i thought you're mad-"

how unfortunate.