Kazuha pouted as she read Yuri's message on her phone. Apparently, she couldn't walk with her home as she had an emergency meeting with the student council regarding the upcoming pep rally. Soccer season was about to start after all.
When she closed her best friend's message, her eyes then drifted towards the unread messages she had with Sakura. The older girl had been trying to reach her for the past few days since she suddenly left her house without any explanation. She had been itching to respond to them, she couldn't deny she missed spending time with her, and she knew she was being unfair to her since she was trying to avoid her as best as she could. However, the part of her that was scared about her feelings and what it could mean won her over.
Plus the fact that she had discovered who she really was. She couldn't let herself fall for Sakura, especially when she felt that she might not really take her seriously.
This is better, right Kazuha?
She knew avoiding problems would only make matters worse in the long run, but right now, she didn't want to deal with this. She decided to start making her way home.
While Kazuha was walking, she began to think about everything that had happened. It did stress her out a bit but there was nothing she could do. Too absorbed in her own thoughts, she wasn't aware of the person standing in front of her, until finally she bumped into them. She looked up and her heart jumped at the sight of that annoying smirk she was trying to avoid for the past week.
Sakura was standing in front of her, hands inside her black jeans, her red shirt making her skin glow more than usual. Her raven hair was a bit disheveled, but not in a bad way. You know that look when you just got out of bed? It was kinda like that, but the thing was, she looked so good in it.
It was ridiculous to Kazuha how utterly gorgeous she was.
She swallowed hard, aware of how flustered she was at her presence.
"Hey Kazuha"
"Hey Sakura."
"How have you been?"
"I'm fine." she said, holding on tightly to the strap of her backpack.
She breathed in, "Anyway, it was nice seeing you. I'm sorry, I need to go."
She started walking, but then she felt Sakura tug at her wrist gently, and she couldn't help but stop and turn towards her, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
"Wait Zuha"
"What?"
"Are you still mad at me?"
"No."
"Then why are you avoiding me?"
"I'm not. I'm just...busy." Sakura raised her eyebrows.
"That includes being too busy to respond to my calls or messages?"
"Fine, yeah. Maybe I'm still mad at you." she lied, still not looking at her.
She noticed that Sakura hadn't let go of her hand. She didn't do anything about it either.
"What can I do so that you won't be mad at me anymore?"
"I...I don't know. I'm still figuring things out. Just give me some time."
"Okay." Sakura says, with a hint of sadness in her voice. She felt really guilty after that.
"I'm sorry, Sakura."
"You don't have to be sorry. I just...I just miss you I guess." she says sincerely.
Kazuha looked at her, surprised. Their eyes locked and Kazuha could see she was not kidding around. Her brown orbs looked a bit dejected, that it somehow hurt her to see the older girl like that.
