We Ship what we ship (OTP Book)

Glimpses of You-Canmaple

When Matthew first met Minori, he almost could see himself through those large square glasses adoring above those deep chocolate eyes of hers. Despite her shy, spurting demeanor, it took like a few minutes or so to be shocked at the same girl that suddenly cursed out of the blue.

It takes an idiot to not notice her flushed face, her bangs covering her vibrant face. Luckily, the Canadian wasn't one. Something about her just makes him interested aside from first meeting Alfred's other buddies.

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The longer he spend days with the GAP, the more he sees glimpses of extraordinary Minori and her shenanigans. He discovered that she is perverted but innocent in the same time, is actually loud and bubbly and quite...wild.

Matthew finds this quite endearing, as if seeing the sun and hissing away from its brightness. He loved watching her draw most of times, when he catches Minori alone sitting in tables.

Those hands were made for such talent, he compliments to himself. He loves that small smile Minori subconsciously makes while making smiling characters. He didn't mind the agonizing mess of erasures around them as he stays with her sketching longer.

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She goes to school with a wild mass of what girls fuzz around for almost more than 20 minutes is hair. Minori scoffs, saying that she combed it before she went off to her carpool. But Matthew loved it all the same, he chuckles when Minori makes a dignifying loud speech about how much she doesn't care for her messy hair.

To match her storming hair, she has a weirdo personality. It is apparent that she says neither the nicest things that people don't understand or says retarded, goofy things that people don't understand.

Her jokes were both corny and laughable slash chuckable slash 'Lol'. But Matthew is happy by seeing her happy.

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She's smart in the same time very dumb and oblivious. He knew that she had the potential, you just knew, but hey who were you to say that no one has potential. Matthew made it clear that she was different and surprisingly so, she beamed as this and suddenly hugs him in thanks.

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It is just you or she's suddenly getting a bit...touchy...? Matthew wonders in thought. He sometimes gets random hugs, ruffling of hair (excluding curl) and overly happy waving from the girl.

What shocks the boy the most is that whatever she is doing, he almost likes the small things she does...even if he doesn't know what the intention is.

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She loves to see Canada, and Matthew quickly tells her his remarkable travels around his homeland. It was a bit surprising that she didn't dare to research a tad bit about the said topic. She said she would like to see it for herself when she gets older.

Her goals seem so free. Matthew wonders if she is wanting to share those goals with a special someone...or at least a new goal perhaps?

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Minori didn't exactly get drunk.

She was just high, humming and daydreaming something about dicks and other things unimaginable at the moment. Matthew actually liked these moments, he wants to get a scoop of what desires and interests lingers inside the girl's mind...in definitely not in a creepy way.

The bespectacled girl smiles lazily, slinging an arm over Matthew's shoulder while being overly reacting at some stuff as she laughs at some inside joke. She acts like a man, she wanted to be a man sometime too.

The blonde man just turns to look down at her, no daring to touch her...even her hair.

His desires are totally getting creepy.

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Late night chats with her ensure.

Matthew worries for her health.

Even now, he still has this crush on her ever since freshman school.

what time is it there mattie?

12 in the afternoon...you should go to sleep minori

Me feel bad :T :/

nah man im okay XD im an nightowl remember?? ;)

hehehe I guess so :)

Even though he is wearing his signature red Canada themed jacket, his hands still feel cold typing through his keyboard.

It's too soon.

It's too far.

If he could only see her smile, feel those accidental touches, brushing fingers and hands.

But he knew it won't satisfy him for long.

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"Hey M-Minori..." Matthew hums through his video camera, his face was large against the video screen. "I...I'm...I..uh..." He suddnely stutters on his own words. He hastily gets something unseen from where the camera's eyes.

He pulls out a large notebook and pen, quickly writing something.

He shows the page on what he wrote, covering his blushing face.

I miss you.

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I suck at giving titles.