All The Pretty Things We Could Be [Satzu One Shots]

Before Infinity, you and me

An: This has 5.5k+ words so I hope it was worth the wait. Italics is Sana's words to Tzuyu. Kindly pay attention to the time. It matters.

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7:19 pm
The train is going to come soon.

People spilling out from the doors and people filling in the spaces left.

I took a step towards the sea of strangers.

Before I stopped in my tracks.

7:20 am
Where is she?

As I predicted, she passed in front of our classroom as the morning bell rang. Looks like she got caught in the morning prayer at the hallway. As usual.

I bit back a smile. She's not a slacker nor a late comer but I just don't get what's with her and Monday mornings. Mondays with her are the cutest.

Not that I'm complaining. This is what makes my day, my week, heck even my whole month.

A ten minute of nothing but discreetly staring at her, smelling that whiff of strawberry and soap. She always smelled so clean but not the creepy kind of clean. Like the clean that just came out of the shower and maybe sprayed a bit of antibacterial alcohol because she's a future CEO. And I'm totally not a stalker. Ah, Sana. Always so creepy. Stop it.

I hope that she doesn't catch my not-so-blatant-but-maybe-a-bit-creepy staring but for the few times she did, she smiled kindly like the angel she is. Oh God, why are you so perfect. I thought. Perfect visuals but I feel this gravitational pull that she is so much more than that.

Freshman orientation.

We were tasked to guide the freshmen around the campus with Momo-chan and Mina. She happened to be in the group that were assigned to us. She was so quiet and elegant compared to the two with her. She was laughing with them, teasing her friends about how they were trying to flirt with my friends and ultimately failing because they looked too young for us. Dahyun and Chaeyoung I believe? Well they started play fighting and she started laughing.

Her laugh is the cutest. It's that laugh where you throw your head back and your eyes vanish behind a pair of long curled eyelashes. It's the kind of laugh that makes the world stop and makes the angels come down from heaven to sing the hallelujah chorus. It's the kind of laugh that kind of tickles your heart and make you smile involuntarily. It's the kind of laugh poets write about when they fall in love. She's the kind of person people write about. She's the kind of person I want to write about.

And maybe I'm just romanticizing everything but fuck that. Maybe from then on, I knew I was fucked. And maybe I was fine with it. You get a free pass to break my heart anytime, miss.

It wasn't just her laugh tho. It was her eyes too. And her dimples, whenever she smiles. And heck, I don't know. Just maybe everything about her.

The first time our gazes met, I dropped my gaze in a hurry. Why? Because, I'm drowning in her eyes. I'm drowning in the depths and trenches in a sea of dark brown. It's not even blue but it's the most breathtaking color I've ever seen. I gave her a shy smile and thank heavens she returned it. She really is one polite kid. And I'm crushing, hard.

Since then, I always find myself searching for her amidst crowds. In a sea of strangers, her face is the only familiar one. That sharp jaw, high cheekbones, well structured nose,  exceptionally slim figure, cute lips and pretty brown eyes.

My eyes naturally gravitate towards her. And every single time her gaze meets mine, something in me lights up. I don't know what to call this. A simple crush? Admiration perhaps? Maybe. Maybe not. I don't know anymore. What I'm sure of is it's there. it's real. And it's not going anywhere anytime soon.