Passing notes | Kirizono [✔️]

Im too scared to tell you.

I.. I can't believe I could let this happen. 

The detective sighed to herself, head against her desk as she was stuck in her own thoughts, even noticing small tears forming in her eyes. There was nothing she could do now, Sayaka was going to run off with someone, someone that wasn't her. But it was never meant to be right? God, Kyoko couldn't even look at the idol without feeling her whole world spin around herself.

But something was telling her, screaming, that she had to do something.  

The lavender haired girl opened up one of the many draws underneath her desk and took out a small notebook with a glossy dark blue cover on it as she opened the book up to one of the random pages and ripped one out, grabbing a pen as well.

Kyoko became focussed on the piece of paper, the pen now having a mind of it's own. So many things she could say, so many things she could spill onto the crystal white paper. She looked back at the small note and stared at it, unsure how she should react.

"I want to be friends. Call me. XXX-XXX" 

The detective heavily breathed in as she could feel her stomach twist into a knot before telling herself,

I'm going to give her this tomorrow.

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Kyoko waited patiently at Sayaka's locker, daydreaming of her wonderful smile, as it was the only thing she could think of doing while passing the time. But before she could completely drift off into her fantasies, she was brought back by sweet humming that came from across the hallway which was of course, the idol herself.

She went stiff, anxiously gripping onto the note tighter, her mind racing. Was this really a good idea..?

"Kirigiri-san?" Sayaka raised an eyebrow as she slightly smiled, quite delighted she got to see the detective's pretty face, though she wasn't expecting much from her.

Kyoko could feel the overwhelming embarrassment as she sheepishly looked away, her eyes drifting to the dirty floor once again instead of facing her feelings. For a split second the idol glanced at what was held in her hand, curious of what was written, reminding her of the dozens of love-filled letters that scattered her locker.

In a moment of doubt, the lavender haired detective politely nodded to Sayaka, awkwardly walking away as if nothing happened, leaving the other quite confused. 

But instead of leading to a dead end, the blue-berry eyed girl looked to the floor only to see the small piece of paper laying there, as if it told her the note was meant to be for her.