MikuRin/Rinku ☆ True Blue

Advice From Mikuo☆

"Miku, can you open the door?" 

A girl with long teal hair and big blue eyes that were filled with tears sat in the corner of her room as her older brother called out to her. Miku hadn't counted on anyone ever bringing up that video again, least of all Rin, her new friend, the girl she...

"Miku, I'm deadass going to kick the door in,"

Miku pulled herself to her feet and trudged over to the door, turning the lock. She then turned away and fell onto her bead, burying her face in the pillows. From where she lay, Miku could hear the door open, sense the light flooding into her dark room. 

"C'mon, you need to get out of bed," Mikuo said, tugging fruitlessly on Miku's arm. 

Miku didn't move. "Just leave me alone," she said, her voice muffled by the pillows. 

"You're not five anymore, Miku. You can't deal with every problem by crying until it goes away," Mikuo said.

"I'm still going to try," Miku huffed stubornly. Mikuo gave up trying to pull her out of bed, and sat down in her pink bean bag. 

"Just explain to her," Mikuo said. "I'm sure she'd understand,"

"She was fucking furious, Mikuo!" Miku cried. "I don't think I could even get her to stay long enough to talk to me. Not that she should, I was such an asshole,"

"Yeah, you kind of were," Mikuo agreed. Miku looked up from the pillow to glare at him. Mikuo quickly added, "But you've changed! You were struggling a lot back then. Show her how far you've come."

"And how am I supposed to do that?" Miku asked. "Just say, 'Hi Rin, sorry for being a homophobic bitch when I was fifteen, I promise I can explain what I said because this is all just a funny misunderstanding!' or what?" 

"That works," Mikuo said. Miku rolled her eyes. 

"You're no help," She said. 

"Fine, seduce her into hanging out with you for all I care," Mikuo said, standing up. "I'm going to make grilled cheese, and you're going to eat some,"

Miku groaned in reply. She was not feeling like eating. She had spent the last three hours since Rin had appeared on her doorstep pacing her room, crying, basically going through every single stage of grief besides acceptance. 

"You're going to eat, it'll make you feel better," Mikuo insisted, leaving the room and leaving Miku alone once more. 

Miku picked up her phone and opened Instagram. She went to her messages and tapped on Rin's icon, her heart dropping as she saw the bold letters across the screen, still there after an hour; you can no longer send messages to this user. Some part of Miku had hoped that Rin would calm down enough to at least unblock her, even if it was just to send angry messages. That wasn't at all like Rin, though. Still, the silence almost hurt even more. 

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"How is it?" Mikuo asked. Miku had just taken her first bite of the grilled cheese he had made the two of them as a late dinner.

"Good. Thank you," Miku said quietly. She had stopped crying now, and instead was acting completely robotic and apathetic. Mikuo sighed. He wondered what the next stage of this teenage angst would be. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Mikuo asked.

"No. That's okay," Miku said in a monotone voice. She polished off her first sandwich and reached for a second off the stack in middle of the table. 

"So... you're just not going to talk to her," Miku said.

"I never said that," Miku said. "I just don't want to hurt her anymore,"

"Don't you think it might hurt her more to never get an explanation, or even just an I'm Sorry?" Mikuo pointed out. "How would you feel if the roles were reversed,"

"I'd... I'd be angry. But I'd also want to know why I'd said what I said," Miku said. 

"See?" Miku said. "She's probably feeling that way. You guys were friends, no matter how short of a time for. And she obviously cares about you; if she didn't, why would she be so upset to find out you had done something like that?"

Miku considered this. "I don't know," she said finally after a long pause. "I want to give her the space she needs, and let her come back to me when she's ready,"

"Don't you get it?" Mikuo said, exasperated. "She won't come back to you if you don't put in the effort to explain to her. You need to show her that you're not unbothered by this. If you're not ready to fight for her, why even bother?" Mikuo sat back, now apparently having said everything he wanted to. He took another grilled cheese and jammed as much of it as would fit into his mouth. 

Miku stayed quiet as they continued to eat. She wanted to tell Rin why she had said everything in that video, but the only person she ever actually had was her brother. Was it really okay to tell someone she'd only known for a week? Even if they did have a strong connection, Miku couldn't pretend they'd known each other for a long time at all. Even if she felt safer with Rin than she did with any of her other friends.

Miku headed back upstairs to her room, head racing with thoughts of Rin. She thought of writing a letter, but she didn't know if she could put all of her thoughts onto paper. A present would seem fake as well, like she was trying to bribe Rin back into being her friend. 

So it was decided. Miku would give Rin time, of course. She didn't want to overwhelm the poor girl. But Miku needed to convince Rin to meet her. 

Seduce her into hanging out with you for all I care. 

Miku remembered her brothers words. He might have just accidently given her an idea.