Weight Of Kindness (Amanene Fanfic)

Chapter 5

And I'm back. Hope you weren't waiting for too long...

Man, the last update was in May and it's already June. Gotta keep my schedule (Hah! LIkE i gOT a SChedUle!)

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"H-Huh?" Yashiro spoke.

"I'm gonna help you make a friend!" Amane cheerfully said.

"B-But I don't n-need one--!"

"The more friends the better right?" Amane pushed, sounding hypocritical.

'Being a hypocrite is the least of my worries right now.' Amane thought.

"B-But why so suddenly--!"

"Let's start tomorrow! But today, we're going to have lunch together." He smiled, a bit strained. He's been smiling a lot around her, as he didn't want such a fragile flower be harmed in any way...

A wave of bitter nostalgia washed over him, but he quickly shook that off.

Yashiro's brows furrowed at his smile, knowing it was fake, but smiled back anyway. He was being nice, and that alone made her blush. How can she tell? That was something she didn't know.

Amane suddenly took her by the hand, grinning the best he could though it was unneeded.

Yashiro felt her heart ache with it thundering in her chest. Every action he did was like a knife stabbing her chest that left her aching, but strangely loving every bit of it like a sick masochist, smitten by the pain.

"Y-Yeah. Sure." Was all she could say. Her palms sweating as she relunctantly gripped on his hand. Gosh, she hoped he didn't mind the sweat that was surely sticking to his palm right now, cause that would be the most embarrassing thing in the world.

All the previous events came flooding to her head and thought, 'Well, maybe not the most embarrassing, but still.'

"Where'd you wanna go again?" Amane asked with a smile.

"O-Oh right!" She shouted-- If you even call a whisper a shout. And without thought, she gently pulled him along. Determination fueled her, and she wasn't backing down!

Amane was suprised to have stumbled upon her bold side again, but he didn't complain. It was so endearing on how she could start off so fragile and innocent to something daring and tenacious without her knowing.

It was tempting him to cross the line he had drawn, the space he would not let anyone even look at. A friend, maybe. She was his girlfriend, but Amane was aware that she knew there was a border. A line not to cross so the weight of kindness she had enough to carry won't weigh her down as much. They had a label to the school, and announcing it was unwanted but needed. Everyone needed to know, as long as he's here she was his property.

After he finds someone to take his place.

No more problems? Well, there is.

The dilemma is, he couldn't let go as easy as he thought he could. Something about how she held his hand, or how her daring side would just blow him away, stuck in a sort of trance that left him always in awe. He wanted to dettached himself from her before she'll grow on him, or he'll grow on her.

It's only been a few days but it felt like he had known her for longer...

He tried to recall the familiar feeling , but winced at the memory his brain had locked in daylight and only appeared in nightmares. Yashiro looked at him worriedly, still blushing all the way to her ears, but Amane just smiled, a smile far more strained than his norm.