𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 | 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐤.

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나를 볼 수 있습니까, (y / n)?

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Soft pitter and patters cascaded along the corners of the PK Academy as more and more students have dispersed into their own ways after exiting the main gate. The gentle whistling of the wind trickled its steps on the nape of a certain teenage boy, his fingers gliding across the side of his shoe locker upon closing it nonchalantly. He has also readied his self to start his travel back to his humble home.

The sky was a hue of pink, and a ravishing one at that. It was almost past 5 in the afternoon so the campus was as peaceful as a sleeping kitten wrapped in a mundane comforter. He admired how tranquil everything was, considering that no one was around his 200-meter vicinity besides the by-passers, after-school club members and the teachers who are serving an overtime duty. It would always be around this time that he could ease the stress which he has acquired from being surrounded by the thousands of delirious and hormonal thoughts of his peers during the whole duration of the school day.

'You can do this! (L/N)-chan will accept your flowers, just don't screw up. '

Such words have entered Kusuo's mind which made his steps come into an abrupt stopping. He was confused on how the name of someone he is really familiar with popped out from a thought of a brunette individual whom he can't recognize.

Skeptically, the young male found himself locating the source of the voice and it took him a couple of minutes to do so. He made sure that he was not visible as he now hid behind one of the large pillars that founded the academy's main building.

His sight landed on the boy that is now currently bowing in front of a certain (h/c)-nette. Although he can't audibly hear the actual words that were being spewed out of his mouth, he can still comprehend what was happening because of the stammering thoughts of this stranger which he could freely read.

"A... confession?" asked Kusuo to his own, his chest now gently pressed against the cold cement while trying to pilfer some of the scenes that was happening a couple of meters away from him.

It would be a lie if someone will say that the afternoon is not perfect. With the slightly warm beams of the sun passing through the jalousies and dispersing into ground like an orange disco, the aura was of the best kind. Some of the rays touched the confessor's polished school shoes while the low buzzing of the water hose being used on the garden outside danced around the hallways to which the two were standing at this very moment. However, amidst the flawless scenario taking place, the pink-haired boy's eyes were still strained on a gem that seems to be sparkling in the cherry hues of confusion and embarrassment as the flowers were being gingerly placed on her hand.

Kusuo anticipated to what her reaction will result to, the same way that the other boy was nervous. He has no clue on what her response was gonna be since all her mind has generated were copyrighted static sound effects from youtube, yet for some reason, he could feel his own stomach twisting into feelings that were foreign to him.

Her movements were calculated and subtle as her free hand touched the disk floret of the sunflower. The minuet fingers that she owns glided around it before she proceeded to the petals, plucking one of it and brought it closer towards her. The brunette suitor wasn't perplexed with her actions since he just calmly awaited for her to finish what she was about to do. 

(Y/N)'s lips parted as she felt the soft features of the lovely flower caressing her chin, the petal gently landing on her tongue upon chewing it afterwards. Despite the peculiarity of such action, she looked so fragile when she was trying to process the taste and the boy simply stayed patient while observing her.

"Ah- they're... they're beautiful. Thank you."

•••

The walk home was excruciatingly quiet between the (h/c)-nette and Kusuo, although it wasn't the awkward type of silence. Amidst the setting sun persuading them to initiate a conversation through clutching into the exposed skin of their faces, no one was still muttering a single word.

Both of (Y/N)'s hands were wrapped around the stem of the bouquet as her eyes' direction, as always, was strained on what lies in front. Her nose took in another set of wafts on the flowers and she can't help but to grin at it.

"Say, Kusuo."

The owner of the said name breathed out a sigh as he was pulled away from the deep thoughts unraveling in his mind. He wasn't really sure on what happened earlier during the confession scene that he has witnessed, but for whatever reason, he was actually relieved that it was done. Without shifting his view away from the alleyway, he puffed out a huff which signaled the young lady to continue her statement.

"What's the definition of beauty for you?"

Kusuo didn't say anything as a response but just shifted his sight towards her, his purple irises stuck on the beguiling smile that was sketched on her lips.