I only want you to smile for me.

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day 2.

The following morning I woke up at a concerningly early time. I’d ended up falling asleep still in that sitting up position by the door from the earlier day. Though I hadn’t even gotten much sleep, I was extremely awake- almost hyperactive at that moment.

I bounced up from my place near the wall almost toppling over as I did and ran up to the wardrobe. An array of clothing stared back at me even though I was only to grab my school uniform. I hadn’t much to do in the morning, my hair works itself out and I never get a single blemish on my face. What can I say? Just living perfection~! My body was ready keep itself as perfect as it can be for Misaki. After rethinking that thought it seemed odd, did I really mean to better my complexion just for misakis sake? Again I thought through the fact I felt a need to make myself look much more presentable.. and my only purpose was to impress her- such a strange queasy feeling started to fill me just at the idea of her at that second. What was she doing right now? Sleeping. Obviously...

Then again if misaki was sleeping right now, what did she look like? What was she wearing? What kind of sounds did she make in her sleep...? Did she wear stuff when she slept- wait did misaki wear pyjamas or just sleep in her under wear? Wait if that’s the case then... I shamefully closed my eyes and shook my head slightly, what on earth was I thinking? That was something I really didnt understand. The things and the ideas that filled my mind that made me feel almost excited just confused me even more to a point I just started backtracking and losing sense of my feelings even more . Ugh it was all so confusing, it made me almost want to just tell misaki and hope she’d explain it to me – since I usually just ask her everything but, even with my level of shamelessness I dont think its particularly excepting to up and ask someone “oh why am I getting exciting when I think about you sleeping in your underwear?”

I then just sighed and took a simple look out the window, the other side revealing itself to be alot worse and initially wanted. It was heavily raining along with still being pitch black outside. For a moment I sat and watched the droplets on the glass drip down the surface, reflecting the light from room. I saw myself staring back through the window, yet seeming more dull than I had thought I looked, my whirling mind from before slowly calming itself. I traced a finger over the transparency, the condensation feeling cold against my skin. I stared off for a few more moments before turned my head and looking toward the door.

I hopped off the windowsill whilst throwing my arms in the air, allowing a few of my muscles to stretch after all they were all cramped from sleeping in such an odd position all night. Walking to the mirror, I ran my fingers through my bangs a fair few times before I was happy that I’d gotten the majority of tangles removed. After smiling to myself I turned towards the door of my room; swiftly opening only to see the hallways of the mansion in a gloomy darkness. In addition to that the area was so painfully silent, I want to say I was used to it like that- since this house is so huge and it’s very unlikely that my parents would ever be home.
I sniffed out a small sigh before wondering on into the blackened air before me. I wasn’t feeling too hungry at that moment only for me to realise that was because it was 5AM. For me to awake at such an early time really was shocking, at least it would have been if their was anyone to see it. Nevertheless I made my way to the main door, grabbing my school bag and gently putting over my shoulder.

The early morning really was quite beautiful, as much as the winter brought cold and upsetting darkness to the area at such an hour, seeing the streets unmoving and left to only to the natural falling of rain ; what a sight It was.

As I walked I attempted to get my mind in order, only to realise it really wasn’t that easy, but I knew that day I was going to be the very first person to make Misaki happy, and that I had promised to myself. The more I thought about it the more my feelings were beginning to seem like attraction. I wasn’t sure what it was like to feel love- or even having a crush on someone. I felt so alien not to ever experience any of those things but then I noticed in myself that was because I’ve never had the chance to meet new people with a potential for me to fall for
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It’s all so new to me... I just hope I end up doing this whole romance thing right.
Misaki required someone that had the ability to make her happy, not someone that was similar to her- or someone that was simply nice to her. It wouldn’t develop her a person- nevermind how stale and boring their conversations would be.