things that fall - kuzusouda [rewritten]

eyelids

dear fuyuhiko,

i'm glad you got the sweets. i swear, saionji was eyeing them. anyway, guess what? i'm stressed out. i was thinking yesterday, about how i should confess or whatever. and now im thinking, what's your sexuality? what if you don't even like—uh, my gender?

i guess thats all for today, i'll figure it out i guess??

take care,
-s.

fuyuhiko reads the note carefully, then turns to peko.
"perhaps you should make your sexuality more obvious?"

"how?" fuyuhiko scoffs, "should i write 'i like what i like' on my forehead?" he rolls his eyes, putting the note away. he then sighs, "can't you just tell me who it is?" he asks. he's even asking nicely!

she shakes her head, "think."

"whatever, i'll figure it out." as he's closing his locker, kazuichi approaches.

"hey fuyuhiko," he greets with a grin. "listen i was wondering if you could help me out with something?"

fuyuhiko stares for a moment, then asks. "what?"

"uh, i kinda need help with something im making and—"

"and you can't ask anyone else?" fuyuhiko seems annoyed, but it's not necessary at kazuichi. he's still frustrated he can't figure out who likes him.

kazuichi hesitates at first, but notices peko giving him a thumbs up from behind the blonde. he gulps, "no one else wants to help," he shrugs "plus, maybe i want to spend time with my favorite classmate?" he exaggerates his tone, teasingly.

fuyuhiko rolls his eyes, "i don't think—" he's cut off by peko kicking his leg lightly. he turns around and glares at her. its silent for a few second before he turns back. "you know what, sure. whatever."

"sweet! i'll text you?" kazuichi asks as he begins walking away, while still looking at fuyuhiko. the blonde nods and waves at him dismissively.

"why'd you kick me?" fuyuhiko glares at the taller woman again, demanding an answer. she sighs and walks away. "what? why did you kick me?!"