A story of an innocent high school romance unfolds as two teenagers come to learn their mutual interest. This passion that they both share brings them to build a wonderful friendship. But what will happen when they start to realise that they want to...
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"...maybe the way I said it...overwhelmed her..."
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Denki laid still, sprawled out on his mattress, while he stared up at the ceiling. He let his eyes wander around the familiar scenery of his room as he thought about the events that had occurred in the last month.
He and you had gone back to talking normally again after your talk on the roof. He was glad for that, but the two of you had never done anything more than that lately. All the romantic feelings that you felt for each other seemed as if they had been put on hold. No holding hands, no kisses, no hugs. Denki wasn't even sure if you felt the same anymore. Had you forgotten all the sweet moments the two of you had shared?
Denki was lost in thought when suddenly, a piece of white, creased paper caught his eye. It was the paper you had dropped the other Friday. He hadn't gotten around to looking at it yet, but he suddenly felt an impulse to search it for some sort of answer. An answer to his questions of whether you felt the same way he did. It was a silly idea, the paper could be blank, for all Denki knew. Still, he reached over to the white, lined paper sitting on his nightstand. Denki did his best to flatten the crinkled sheet before propping his head up on his arm and scanning the words written on the lines.
The boy's eyes widened in realising what he was reading. These are... lyrics. He continued to read the words, finding that this song was, in fact, a love song. Denki couldn't help but wonder if these lyrics you had written were about... him. He started to panic, a sudden wave of curiosity and impatience washing over him. School was too far away, he needed to talk to you as soon as he could.
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You were at the same, familiar situation once again: walking down the crowded hallways on your way to the mess hall. You weren't thrilled to be at school today, but it wasn't the worst. You had finished editing your lyrics this morning, and you were quite happy with the song. You didn't actually have to change any of the words, you simply changed the timing so you could breathe between singing.
Before you could make Italy the way to the cafeteria area, you were caught by the arm, causing you to let out a small sound of surprise. You turned your head to see Denki. The golden-hair boy wore quite a serious expression, a face he seemed to be making quite often lately.
