Bonehead [Tomadashi one-shot]

woman up!

                She feels him everywhere.

                He’s like a virus – or better yet, bacteria. She doesn’t know how to get rid of him, and every time she tries to do so, he spreads like ketchup on her white shirt. She doesn’t like every bit of it – in fact, it irks her so much that it had affected her train of thoughts. What bothers her the most is that fact that she doesn’t know what to do with him and the emotions that had somehow become too unbearable.

                Here’s the thing, Gogo doesn’t like things she doesn’t know. As a matter of fact, she resents it. She doesn’t love it when people are one step ahead of her. She doesn’t like it when she’s confused and left outside of the dark. She doesn’t appreciate the dankness and the gelidity it offers.

                She doesn’t like every nagging inch of it. She doesn’t like him, either.

                Or maybe that is one fat lie.

                She shrugs it off as she rests her hands on her desk, burning holes on her blueprint. She’s trying her best to concentrate, trying her best to avert her thoughts away from her predicament (she doesn’t like to utter his name, either) to her pending electromagnetic wheels (why can’t they just be fast enough?). She groans as she blows a bubble and risks a glance towards the doors. She doesn’t know why, but she just does it, and the moment her eyes lay on his, she immediately regrets it. She swallows as she rolls her eyes dramatically and places them back on her blueprint, wishing for him to just go.

                To her surprise, he does and leaves her a one-sided smile with her own signature two-finger salute. That just about it. When she’s sure that he has already locked himself in his own goddamn lab, she straightens herself up and slaps her hand against the desk.

                She has had enough of that charm of his.

                Her timing is perfect though, because when she slaps her hand for the second time, the whole lab’s tinkering stops and all eyes are suddenly on her. Wasabi sticks his head from the door and cocks a brow at her, which she waves off with a gloved hand. Fred, who risked going near her, takes a step back as he shrinks behind her flaming stare. Hiro swallows as he rushes to the exit, not wanting to be a part of Gogo’s wrath. Honey, who has come back from the kitchen with a fresh batch of cookies, rushes to her, a concerned smile drawing up her face.

                She could feel her cheeks burn as she rolls her eyes and leaves the Nerd Lab with Honey Lemon trailing behind her. She doesn’t slam the door shut, knowing Honey is behind her. Her wrath, her problem. Not Honey’s, not anyone’s. But having said so, she doesn’t stop herself from pushing the doors too hard.

                She reaches the SFIT’s garden just in time she feels herself inching smaller than she already is. She practically throws herself on a bench as she wraps her hands around her head, cursing herself for being such a hot headed dork.

                “Woman up,” she mutters to herself as she squeezes her eyes shut, inhaling the scent of the stupid lilies that are sitting beside the pond. “What was that, anyway, Leiko?” she asks silently.

                She hears Honey’s footsteps and she stops herself from brooding and saying too much. But this is Honey, even if she doesn’t want to say too much, she eventually will. And that scares her, knowing that she doesn’t have the right words for what she is currently feeling. Is it anger? Is it love? Is it hate? She doesn’t know.