"Clovers and Sunflowers" // Komahina DR fanfiction

Chapter 18: Bus Ride

Another day and I have to ride the bus again. Sometimes, repetitive days get really annoying but you can't change your daily routine, no matter how much you want to. I grabbed my stuff and waited at the bus station. This never happened before my boring life turned around, but suddenly, my eyes were blinded by someone's hands and I heard a very familiar airy, soft voice. "Guess who?" Oh, I wonder.

"Seriously, Komaeda?" I said as he removed his hands from my eyes. My face turned a little red but I tried to hide it.

"Aww you got me."

"And you think I wouldn't recognize your voice?"

"Ahaha, you have a point."

"You're here a lot earlier than usual..."

"Well, I thought I might as well catch you before you get on the bus. You know..." He smiled and looked down.

"Oh, I see..." Why are our conversations much more awkward now?

"Anyways, mind if I wait for the bus with you here?" He asked.

"Sure," I nodded. Crap...! I'm all alone with him... I better not screw this up...! What happened to the normal conversations we had... like good friends? Now I'm just freaking out whenever he gets near me because my feelings have changed. Wait... Have my feelings really 'changed' at all? Maybe... I've always felt this way about Komaeda ever since I met him. Maybe it was love at first sight but I didn't realize it... I'm... stupid, really. He does look super pretty but...

I shook my head quickly. Thinking about him like this isn't going to help me in this situation. I'm wondering how I am managing to look calm instead of freaking out. But I'm currently at the edge. If Komaeda gets any closer, it could trigger my nerves.

"Hm..." Komaeda reached into his bag and tried looking through it. I tilted my head at him in curiosity. "Shoot."

"Huh?"

"Do you mind telling me what time it is? Turns out I accidentally left my phone on my desk lamp stand in my bedroom. How unlucky of me..."

I tried to keep my body from tingling at the sound of his voice. I reached into my pocket and brought out my phone. "It's 7:53."

"The bus arrives at 8, right?"

"Yep."

"Okay, seven minutes."

"Mhm." I headed over to the bench that was right next to the bus stop and sat down to wait. Komaeda noticed where I was sitting and came over. He probably didn't do this on purpose, but he sat next to me. I subconsciously jumped back a little to the point where it looked like I was scooting away from him. He then looked at me with a fading smile.

"O-oh, I can understand if you don't want to sit beside worthless trash like me..." He stood up from the bench which almost made me panic.

"N-no!" I let out.

"Huh?"

"U-um... I mean..." I held my hands in front of my chest in panic. "You don't... have to move. You can sit here... I just...!"

"You just...?"

"I just..." I shook my head rapidly and it clearly looked like I was panicking. "Nevermind. Just... sit down."

"Oh um... thank you." He smiled and it almost made my heart leap out of my chest. He sat down beside me again and I tried not to move away so he wouldn't feel bad. He's obviously wondering about why it seemed like I was avoiding him even though we've been friends all this time. I... even worked with him to help him get his memories back. I was... so close to him. Why do these things always happen...?

Komaeda then looked at me in curiosity. "Are you alright, Hinata-kun?" The sound of my name coming from his mouth almost startled me. "You look like you're on the edge of your seat, cautious about something."

I looked back at him in panic, staring into his green-gray worrying eyes. "I-It's nothing, really–" what a stupid response. He's definitely going to think I'm weird now... I don't mean to worry him...

"I wouldn't like to bother you with questions you don't wish to answer. But if there's anything you need to talk about, then I'm here, okay?" The way he calmly said it with his breathy soft voice... It made my heart skip multiple beats.

"Y-yeah... right." Talk to you about my issue? I'm currently trying to figure out how to talk to him about it. How on Earth am I supposed to tell him that I'm in love with him? Wouldn't he laugh? Is he like that? He does laugh frequently... but it's like a calming, soothing laugh. But if he laughs, I would obviously take it as an insulting one, or one used to make fun of me. Would he even care? Would he reject me? All of the possibilities of outcome are stirring around in my head. I could only think of more bad outcomes than good ones. Would he think... that I'm a joke?

Finally, to end the awkwardness, the bus arrived. Komaeda and I both stood up from the bench and us and a few other people who were waiting entered the bus. I headed down to the back of the bus, where my seat was. And then I remembered... Komaeda sits next to me. And we're going to be sitting next to each other for a whole bus ride. And there's a chance that I'm going to embarrass myself... dammit.

When I sat down, Komaeda, who was following me, sat beside me. I tried not to jump but my face couldn't help but turn red. "Hey, Hinata-kun, loo–" before he could continue, he looked at me with a confused look on his face. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine–!" Why am I so freaking awkward?

"Oh, that's good. Also, look!" He showed me what looks like a flier.

"What... am I looking at?" I asked.

"Someone from the 77th class was handing out these fliers. Turns out, they're holding a party in the Main Course building on Saturday. And guess what? Reserve Course students are allowed! Even though I doubt a lot of them are coming... you should go too! It'd be fun!"

"U-uh..." I didn't know what to say. It's Thursday, so the party's going to be the day after tomorrow. Would I be available then? Probably... I mean, I have nothing to keep me busy that day.

Komaeda lowered the flier. "Oh, I see. You probably don't want to go with me..." His voice sounded so downed. Anyone could mistake it as a guilt-trip, but I know this is no guilt-trip. Komaeda truly believes that I wouldn't want to go with him, which isn't true at all.

Without hesitation, I grabbed his hand. "N-no! Of course I want to go with you!"

"Really?"

"Yes!" And then I realized that I acted without thinking first and my face turned a tomato-red as I let go of his hand quickly. "U-um, sorry..."

"Ahahaha, no need to apologize." He laughed. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Lord, when am I going to tell him...?