Love At first Sight (Ayano x Osana)

Fate felt meeting

Ayano's POV

I scrambled to get ready for school, but a quick glance at the clock sent panic through me—I was late. In my rush towards the door, I grabbed a slice of toast, stuffing it into my mouth as I ran out the door.

As I sprinted towards school, my heart raced with each step. I sharply turned around a corner and collided with something soft, tumbling roughly onto the ground. I looked up, my eyes meeting those of a girl who stood before me.

"I-I'm sorry," I stammered out while looking down, my voice barely above a whisper.

"UGH, watch where you're going, idiot!" she snapped, her eyes flashing with irritation.

I looked up at the voice and as I observed her more closely, she possessed fiery orange eyes and beautiful knee-length orange hair tied into twin tails. It struck me as odd that I would describe something as "beautiful". I'd never used that word to explain anything before.

"O-oh, I'm s-sorry," I mumbled, still sitting on the ground.

"Tsk, here," she said, extending her hand, her other hand resting on her hip.

I hesitated for a moment, strangely captivated by her figure.

"Ummm, Hello? Are you going to take my hand or not?" she asked, her tone annoyed.

I apologized profusely, taking her hand and getting off the ground. As I did, a curious warmth spread through me, contrasting the cold, empty feeling I was so used to.

"Ugh, you apologize too much," she muttered in a seemingly irritated tone, though her expression suggested otherwise. Her eyes held a soft curiosity as if she was also experiencing something new.

I watched her, still caught up in that unexplainable feeling. 'I'm not sure what this is, but... I think I... like it? Yeah, I like this feeling even though I don't know what it is,' I thought to myself.

"HEY, CAN YOU EVEN HEAR ME?" she yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Y-Yes! s-sorry! I-I s-spaced out...," I replied, stuttering, avoiding her gaze.

"Well, anyway, are you okay? Not that I care or anything," she said, but her tone said otherwise. There was a hint of genuine concern.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for asking," I said, managing a shy smile.

"Well, bye. I have somewhere to be," she said as she turned and headed off. As she walked away, the mysterious feeling that had enveloped me began to fade, leaving me wanting more, yearning more.

'Was this what people called love? I don't know...' I thought to myself and decided to follow her.

Five minutes later

"God, every time I even glance at her, the feeling intensifies," I muttered to myself, concealing myself behind a tree to avoid being noticed.

Observing her from my hiding spot, I could see that she was waiting for someone. Standing between two trees near the school gate, she appeared lost in thought, her cheeks flushed with mixed emotions. Suddenly, a boy approached her.

"Hi, Osana, sorry to have kept you waiting," he said, scratching the back of his head.

Osana looked up at him, with an annoyed face. "Yeah, you better be sorry. You kept me waiting forever."

"S-sorry about that," the boy said, offering a warm smile as they walked away together.

As I watched them, I experienced a new sensation. It wasn't like the previous one, which felt bubbly and filled me with a feeling I could guess was happiness. This one was different, tinged with anger. It made me see red, and all I could think of was causing harm to that boy who dared to approach my beloved Osana-sempai.

I looked at him with complete anger and began to think of what I should do to him, but I stopped as a sharp pain seared through my fingertips. Glancing down, I noticed they were bleeding from my tight grip on the tree. Seeing that boy walking away with Osana-senpai seemed to make me squeeze the tree harder than I realized. I breathed deeply, feeling the anger recede as I watched them disappear into the distance.

'Maybe I should kill him' I began to think, until Midori approached with a gasp, concern in her eyes.

"Yan-chan, your hands, they're bleeding!"

I mustered a forced smile to conceal my anger. "O-oh, don't worry, Midori. I'm okay."

"No, Yan-chan, you're not. Come on," she said, taking my wrist and leading me to the nurse's office.

As we walked, I pondered the name Midori had always used to address me, "Yan-chan." I had never understood why, but now seemed like a good time to ask.

"Hey, Midori?"

"Yeah, Yan-chan?" Midori responded with a puzzled expression.

"Why do you call me 'Yan-chan'?"

She seemed surprised by the question as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I shot her a confused look.

"Well, because of Yandere-dev," she replied, leaving me even more puzzled. 'Who is Yandere-dev?' I asked myself. In any case, we soon arrived at the nurse's office, and I must admit that I didn't entirely trust her with my well-being. Her clumsiness was quite obvious, given the multiple items she dropped and her two stumbles on the way.

"Excuse me, nurse lady," Midori said loudly, getting the nurse's attention.

"Yes?" the nurse asked.

"Umm, my friend hurt herself," Midori explained.

"Oh my, come here, dear, and let me take a look," the nurse said as she examined my injured hands. I couldn't help but worry that she might hurt me more than heal me.

"Um, dear, how did your hands end up like this?" she inquired.

"I... I tripped," I stammered.

"Hmm, alright. Just be more careful," she cautioned, wrapping a bandage around my hand.

"Why don't you be more careful," I thought to myself.

"T-Thank you, ma'am," I said to the nurse.

"Don't mention it. Now, both of you, go on to class," she suggested. We bowed and exited, Midori running off to her class while I headed to mine. Upon entering, I was met with an unexpected sight...