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your pov

i just got home and i can't stop thinking about earlier. why did i walk away like that? i looked like an idiot. he was probably going to ask me why i'm always looking him. i don't even know the answer to that question.

but i want to talk to him. and that's okay. situations like this will help me grow.

i know what to do. i think he saw me making a boat earlier, so i'll make him his own. i don't really know where to go from there; but i'm pretty sure conversations aren't something you plan.

i ran upstairs to my room. i tossed my bag off my bag and sat at my desk. i pulled out a rectangular-shaped paper and folded it in half, then continued to fold it until it was boat.

it only took around a minute. i've been making them for a while so over time i got faster. mom is the one who taught me how to make them. she's also the reason i can't seem to stop making them.

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the next morning i got ready as usual. i subconsciously put more effort into my looks, double-checking to see if my hair looked right, making sure my shirt didn't have wrinkles.

i don't know why i did that though. out of all days, why today? but i won't think much of it.

a few hours later it was time for lunch.

i was internally beating myself up for thinking of doing something so bold. it's so unlike me. my personality can be a bit "eccentric" when i get comfortable around a person, but even then i don't think i'd ever do something like this.

it's not even a big deal.i'm just being dramatic. i left my class immediately and pulled the boat out of my pocket. i made my way across the huge campus to the spot i usually see him sitting at, placing it down and speed walking away.

i can't believe i just did that. he'll probably throw it out or something without taking a second glance. I sat myself down on the grass and took out my phone, occasionally looking up to see if i saw him. what if he's not even here today? i'd really be making a fool of myself.

i was quickly pulled out of my thoughts when i saw him walking to his spot.

oh boy. here we go.

kyo's pov

i arrived to lunch after everyone else because my teacher held the class back a few extra minutes. these two kids kept talking to each other. all it took was one glare for me and they shut right up.

this reputation is bittersweet.

i'm always alone, depending on who you are it can be either a good or bad thing. personally, i don't mind it. but sometimes i start to feel a little too alone.

i was walking to my seat when i saw something already occupying it. what the hell? i picked up the pace and when i got there i saw it was a paper boat.

a boat?

i picked it up and furrowed my eyebrows. the only person i can think of that knows how to make stuff like this is that 2-6 girl. i look at the boat in my hands and saw that there was writing on it.

"hey:)"

what? i furrowed my eyebrows. it was probably a dare or something. i looked up to try and find her. i felt a presence behind me so i turned around and saw her walking towards me. what is she doing??

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