Ever since you were a little girl, you always hated the feeling of frilly dresses, tight stockings, and horrible dress-up shoes. "Why do I have to dress up." You complained as you looked at your reflection in the mirror.
"We're meeting our new neighbors." Mrs. Semi giggled at your face of displeasure. "Just this once, okay, Y/N?"
She was always kind to you, comforting you, allowing you to cry in her arms as you grieved. So the least you can do is wear a pink dress for her.
Mr. Semi wrang the doorbell as you hid behind Mrs. Semi, fingers clutching onto her dress. "This is my son, Eita, and my daughter, Y/N." The two of you awkwardly greeted the adults in front of you, "Suguru, get down here!" His mother's voice echoes in the living room as a young Suguru grumbled down the stairs. "I don't care to meet the neighbors."
His reaction caused you to giggle because you were thinking the exact same thing, just unable to say it out loud.
He always said what was on his mind, never sugar-coating it for anyone else's sake. It's what you admired most about him.
"Ew, Y/N, did we see you wear a dress yesterday?!" The neighbor kids teased you. They were all Eita's friends, all boys, afraid of cooties.
"Well, she is a girl." The voice said in passing as he walked home.
"Wait! Come back!" It was the first of many times you'd run after him.
After finally catching up to him, you finally managed to ask him if he wanted to hang out with the group.
Without taking the time to think about the question, he says, "No."
You were a kid then, and the only bad word you knew at the time was "butthead." Which is what you called him for being rude. It was also the first time you heard him laugh.
"I have homework to do." He continued to walk home, taking a second to glance back at you, "my room has a tv."
As blunt as he was, he could never ask you straightforward questions like "let's hang out," which always made you giggle.
From middle school to high school, your friendship was like that. After school, in silence, Suguru would do his homework, and you would either read manga or watch tv, sharing snacks and enjoying the company. Sometimes Eita would tag along, but he'd eventually complain, "you guys are boring."
Then when you discovered the secret tree house, it was your new hang-out spot.
The sun hitting the leaves on the roofless tree house, fluttering in the wind, you'd lay there for hours, watching the leaves dance, listening to music. It was your happy place.
"Answer me! I've been calling your name." He complained, climbing up the creaky ladder to sit down next to you.
"I thought you had sports today?" Suguru became busier as his high school days went on. You wished he'd gone to the same school as you so your time together wouldn't be limited to after school.
"Yeah, I did." He grumped. Looking at the time and the orange hue casting across the sky, you lost track of time up in the tree house.
Suguru would never admit it, but he was upset you came here without him. You knew it too.
"I got an iPod for my 16th birthday." You explained to him that you were listening to all the songs and lost track of time.
Handing him a headphone, he rolled his eyes before he grabbed it.
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
"So would you?" You whisper to him as the song ends.
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Undisclosed Desires
Fanfiction"What's that over there?" She curiously asks. "How do you not know? It's literally the most famous restaurant in town." From a distance, she can see the glass building with glistening chandeliers, and the golden cursive sign spelling out the name...
