𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙤

𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 - 𝗵. 𝘆𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶

straight hair, straight A's, straightforward.

"she's super hot, plus she's a total smartie."

"yeah but she's so blunt, it's annoying. I tried to ask her out one time and she just said "no thanks," and walked away. what a total bitch. she really thinks she's all that."

straight path, i don't cut corners.

"she's probably never cheated on a test."

"no, that's impossible. everyone has cheated at least once, right?"

"i guess, unless you have a stick up your ass like she does."

i make a point to be on time,

"ah y/n, you're early again!"

head out to the student council.

"y/n, can you make the sports festival posters?"

i don't black out at parties.

"come on y/nnn, just have one siiiip..."

i jam to mother mother,

"whatcha listening to y/n?"

"is this in english? i think i've heard this band before."

if you ask me how i'm doing, i'll say...

"well, hmm..."

i was adopted when i was two
my parents spoiled me rotten
often i ask myself, what did i do
to get as far as i've gotten?

in the midst of changing my shoes, i stopped and stared at my locker. what did i do to get as far as i've gotten?

a pretty girl walks by my locker,

"g-goodmorning y/n!"

i nod at her.

my heart gives a flutter, but I don't dare utter a word...
cause that would be absurd behavior for 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩.

no,
i can't risk falling off my throne.
love,
is something i don't even know.

straight hair

"y/n, wanna try curling your hair with me? i-i've never done it a-and i thought it would be fun t-to do it with you..." she muttered. "s-sorry if i sound rude! i-i mean you don't have to of course, you look so pretty with your hair like that b-but u-uhm..."

"i'd love to."

straight A's.

"t-thanks for studying with me y/n! i-i really appreciate it, y-you're so smart!"

"yachi, you're smart too."

straightforward.

"y/n! look at how pretty the cherry blossoms are!"

"you're prettier."

straight girl.
𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩, that's me.

one night, my friend stayed over,

"d-do you like k-dramas? w-we can watch one w-while i paint your nails!"

"sounds fun!"

we laughed, and drink and ordered,

we were snuggling on the couch, waiting for our nails to dry while watching 'a love so beautiful'.
my head was resting on her neck while her head rested on mine.

"she has so much courage!"

"yeah, i wish i did." i looked up at her and she looked down at me, our faces only an inch away.

i returned my head to her neck before she saw me turn red.

"uhm, i can order us some pizza if you'd like hitoka."

"n-no it's okay! i-i don't want to bother you."

"you'll never bother me hitoka."

something about her drew me in.

"your nails look so pretty y/n!"

"yours too hitoka."

she just has the cutest pink pajamas with bunnies on them, plus she's so nice to me, and she has the most adorable face, and she's smart and shy.

what? it's totally platonic.
that night was so exciting,

"boo!"

"eek! no fair y/n, your too good at this game."

i giggled and cupped her cheeks. "hitoka, your just really bad."

she smiled at me.

her smirks were so enticing,
hours speed by like seconds,

"oh, it's already twelve!"

"really?"

then, what happens is iconic,
she takes a sip, i bite my lip.

she drinks the water i gave her, lips looking light as a feather.

she tells a joke, i nearly choke.

"they were so tall and scary, i thought i was gonna pee my pants!"

she braids my hair, i sit there,

she started braiding my hair, i felt so relaxed i guess i dozed off.

blacking out for the first time.

when i woke up, hitoka's face was very close, and her her cute innocent eyes were looking right at me.

next thing i know, i lose control,

without thinking i put my hands on her neck, leaning in closer to her and connecting our lips.

i finally kiss her, but, oh no,

i see someone looking at us through the window and recognize who it is. the feeling of anxiety shoots through my bones, as i immediately pull away from yachi and realize that kissing her was a mistake.

i see a face in my window,
then my brain starts to go

no, you can't risk falling off your throne
love, you don't even know.

rewind induce amnesia.

"y-y/n c-can we talk ab-"

"sorry yachi, i'm busy."

deny the truth that's easier.

i don't like yachi.

you're just confused, believe her.

"y/n, sweetie, your young and dumb. your just confused, you don't actually like her. don't talk to her from now on."

"okay mother."

when she says there's nothing there
it's never worth it
when your 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩.