Blue Spring Tragedy | Kou Mabuchi x Reader

12: Picture

She didn't know whether or not she should be worried about who Kou was with right now. It wasn't like they were dating, so why else should she be worried about him?

She fiddled with her fingers, brown eyes scaling up and down until she ran a finger over her freshly polished nail. This morning, she'd painted it a pale pink colour in hopes of catching Kou's attention. 

She wondered whether he even noticed the change or not...

Ah, I shouldn't be worried about it...

She leaned against the wall, waiting for her blond friend to finish playing a game.

And yet, I'm still worried, aren't I?

She paused to think.

Then she blushed.

Without realising it, a small smile made its way upon her face as her heart began beating faster at the thought of a memory. The day before, she and Kou planned to go home together, but once they were about to board the train, she stopped right in front of him.

Futaba knew that Yuri liked Kou and she didn't know what to do about it. Should she give up on her feelings so she could make her friend happy? Or continue loving him either way? What if he truly loved her, and she couldn't do anything about it?

If you love someone so much, do you have to let them go?

Her mind was a complicated mess. There was no doubt to that. So in order to clear her mind, she made him get on the train.

Say for example, that despite this, Kou stays on the train... I'll stop liking him. But if he gets off, I'll continue liking him.

Torn between her friend and her first love, she didn't know what to do.

If he doesn't get off, I'll give up. If he does get off, I won't give up.

She clenched her eyes tightly, ears listening for any sounds of footsteps, instead hearing the train sounds clatter.

Please get off...

Her heart pleaded for him to get off.

Kou!

...

And so he did.

"What're you smiling about Yoshioka? Is there something on my face?"

Her head snapped up.

"No, no, there's nothing there." The more she thought about it, the wider her grin broadened.

"Are you sure? I don't want Murao to start thinking I'm messy..." Aya's voice trailed off as he started wiping the area around his mouth, thinking that there was leftover breakfast on it. His fingers tapped upon his skin until he suddenly gestured her to move closer.

His voice cascaded into a low whisper.

"It isn't my breath, is it?"

Futaba shook her head and laughed.

-

"It was a really pretty scene. I couldn't get my eyes off it for the longest time, you know?"

"It sounds really pretty. Wish I could've been there,"

"Same here, (f/n)-chan!" Yuri laughed.

Yuri, Shuuko and I stopped playing games for a moment to talk about life. Kou had wondered off into the bathroom, so we decided to waste our time by talking.