Well a you done done me and you bet I felt it,
Misuzu hummed the familiar tune on the way to class, appreciating the genius that is Jason Mraz. The accuracy of his words resonated within her, and she couldn't help but smile as she got to the chorus.
No I, won't,
he-si-itate,
no,
more,
no-o more,
it,
can-
not wait,
I'm yo-o-o-o-ours.
Misuzu smiled quietly to herself, thinking of the person she admired. Yes. He was your typical popular, blonde-haired troublemaker labelled as cool. Yes, he was friendly, sociable, and yes, Misuzu was practically the opposite. His name was Yukimura Tsubasa.
But it wasn't his looks or the way he acted around others that made the girl like him. Initially, he was someone that Misuzu just...wanted to be. He seemed to have it all. Looks, friends, smarts. But the thing Misuzu really admired about him, was his wings. How he claimed he could only do what he wanted, how he was given the freedom to do so. That was what drew Misuzu to him. Misuzu had chains, so many chains that tied her down. That made her stay the way she was, that made her unwilling to break the rules, even afraid of doing as she pleased. She could barely bring herself to talk to anyone, so she observed from afar with intelligent green eyes hiding behind black-framed glasses. Misuzu looked the way you'd picture a typical geeky heroine. Long golden brown hair, always separated into two slightly messy braids, and bangs that covered her forehead.
And she was, of course aware of this. And the fact that her fondness of Tsubasa blooming into a beautiful romance was not so likely. But she didn't mind. Her like for him was a genuine kind, a mature kind of affection that didn't need to be returned for Misuzu to be content. Looking from afar was enough for her. Well, it wasn't really "from afar" when he sat to the left of her in homeroom, English, and chemistry. That was three periods of the whole day.
At least, she believed it was. But the relentless pulling in her heart suggested otherwise. And so, instead of putting her feelings into words, she morphed them into melodies. Misuzu wasn't the type who liked solitude, but she accepted it. She believed she couldn't change.
But on the rooftops, she would sing. She was able to tune out the world and just belt out the various emotions trapped inside of her. Sometimes, she sang songs already written. Others, she'd come up with her own lyrics and tune even if there wasn't a particular pattern like in most songs. Because she would just sing. And nothing else could matter. At these times, she'd let her hair down, loving the way the wind whipped it back behind her.
Misuzu, as usual, headed up to the roof during lunch; it was practically a routine. She'd set her things aside, take her hair down, then take a deep breath. Then, she would sing. Misuzu came alive when she sang, like a completely different person. She truly believed that music was a gift.
* * *
Tsubasa was having a hard time being surrounded by people. Sure, they were his friends, but sometimes, it was suffocating. It's really tiring to smile all the time. It's almost a requirement for jokesters and trouble makers. If you're not smiling just for a millisecond, those around you will immediately decide that there's something wrong. That kind of constant façade can really take a toll on someone, so Tsubasa decided to lie to his friends about wanting to get a drink. Really, he just planned on walking to a certain corridor on the left side of the building that led to the rooftop entrance. For some reason there weren't many people that went there, but it suited Tsubasa's desires just fine.
He walked at a leisurely pace, allowing himself to relax. As he neared the staircase leading to the rooftop, he heard a faint noise. He started to climb up the stairs, curiosity drawing him towards the sound.
"...tsumademo te o tsunaide"
[English: (For)ever hand in hand]
Tsubasa was surprised that it was a voice. The only reason he'd heard was because the wind had carried the sound through the open door. He stepped out onto the rooftop to find a girl, with caramel brown hair with her back to him, arms outstretched as if she were about to fly.
" doko made mo ikitakatta
kajikan da yubisaki nukumori wo sagashita
kokoro wa zutto no way, no way
ashita wa sono mukou e ikeru ka na
oh, alone again~"
[English: I wanted to go somewhere.
I searched for the finger-tip warmth which has become numb.
My heart becomes more no way, no way.
Can I go to another side tomorrow?
oh, alone again]
Tsubasa found himself entranced by the girl's beautiful voice, the kind he'd thought could have only belonged to mermaids. He blushed and his heart accelerated, and he quickly turned around to go back down to the staircase. He paused at the bottom, grabbing his chest and as trying to calm himself. This feeling scared him. Almost confused him. He felt heat rush to his face as if he were sick. But he knew it wasn't that.
For the remainder of the entire day, the girl's voice was such in his head. Though she wore the same uniform as him, he didn't think he'd seen her before; but he hadn't caught a glimpse of her face.
He only knew he had to find her. There were quite a few girls in his school with that color hair, so one of them had to be her.
* * *
Misuzu finished taking the last bit of notes from her teacher's lecture, and began to daydream. She'd finished her chemistry homework in class, allowing herself to gaze at Tsubasa for a little bit. He seemed to be preoccupied with something, which was somewhat of an abnormality for him. At that moment, he turned to her and looked her in the eyes.
Her heart almost stopped, and she wondered if she was delusional. If she were imagining things.
"Hey," he said. "Have you ever heard of a girl that sings on the roof?"
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Waddup. Just to let you know this story is probably hella cliché and unrealistic. Probably might annoy you even, but writing shoujo relaxes me and I'm stressed because school. Well anyway, I can't really bring myself to care anymore about my not being uber creative and unimpressive writing. This is a short story by the way. But sweet (hopefully). Hey so this is probably the only author's note thing I'll put in the whole story. Also the song I used was "Alone Again" by Yuna Ito. Also "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz. Don't sue me.
June 2 edit: yo so I went back and reread and this... is written so poorly, like, hella gross, so once I'm finished with the last chapter (of the whole thing) I'll be editing a LOT. So you might have to come back and reread in a 2 months or so hahaHahAHAHah
--mika
