[YamaChine] Will Forever End?

There he was again, nailing his sight on him, on that petite guy with a brownish hair, like his. Protecting him on his two eyes, watching him silently as he couldn’t voice out what he really feels inside. He is a coward, despite on his very handsome face, he is. He could even receive a sweet yes to whomever girl he’d confess to instantly, but hey, he is not that interested with girls. No, he is not a gay. Or maybe, slightly, he is. Or is it just that the guy he admires is much pretty that any other girls he could see around? That could be.

“Ohayou” the little boy with a brown hair greeted his classmates upon entering their classroom with a smile. His classmates greeted him back; he is too pretty to be ignored anyways. “ohayou,Chinen-inchou.”

Chinen walked through their room going to his seat which is on the first row and that is beside the window. The beautiful smile was still plastered on his angelic face as he sat down and placed his things on his table carefully. He is the class president, given that he is the smartest not just in their class but in all the 3rd year students.

“Ohayou, Yuri.”a chubby cheeked guy who sits diagonally behind Chinen greeted. Hell, it was only on his mind. He never had courage to greet him, greet him personally. Because when Chinen enters the room and greets them, it is for everyone, so this gutless boy named Yamada Ryosuke would only state his reply along with the others. Though he really wants to great him alone, in every single day, he only replies on him inside his heart. In every single day that passed, it became weeks, months, and years. They have been classmates since their first year, but never did he have the guts to talk to him. Even a simple ‘hi’, it is so hard for him to do.

Once again, Chinen sensed that pair of eyes was looking at him. And he knows to who it was. He is smart, very very smart. He knows that that hopeless Yamada does like him, ever since. That thing is rather obvious as Yamada always acts like an idiot when he is so near at him, or when he is talking at him, or when he catches Yamada staring at him.

He nonchalantly looked at his back, seeing Yamada quickly moved his sight out of him. Tensed, a shade of pink flushed on his chubby cheeks, making his self busy. Though what he only wants to do is to look at him, he wants to be busy by just staring at him in the whole day, nothing less.

Chinen chuckled silently on his head. Stupid. These two are stupid. Chinen is also crushing on Yamada, but he doesn’t want him to know. It is not that he is shy. He is not like Yamada. He is just waiting for his coward prince to confess. Because he thinks, between them, he should be the new half since he is the younger one, the smaller one; in short he suits to be the uke. He always laughs on that thought. He would never be the carnivore type, so no matter how long it would take, he will wait for his predator to wake up. And when that happens, he will offer his self without any hesitations. Three years is so long, very long, that’s enough.

So what was Yamada actually doing at those times? Acting like he’s busy answering their assignments or completing his note, that’s so absurd. He hates to study. Therefore at this time, when he was so tense that his pretty princess caught him again staring at him, he got his pen and secretly wrote Chinen’s name on his notebook with his name while a heart was drawn in between. It was rather illegible as his hands were trembling while he was writing so.

The school bell rang indicating that the classes will start so soon. Yamada sighed; it would be a boring day again. He would be forced to listen to his teachers again, forced to copy notes (though he never really did, he is only doodling something that is so obvious what it is), forced to do activities and stuffs. But when it is time for their cooking class and he was placed on Chinen’s group, he wanted to explode like some chemical that is mixed with a wrong chemical and blast. His heart was beating so fast, he could even hear its beating. He even thought that his porcupine suddenly have its own heart, he felt that it was thumping too. Tug dug Tug dug.