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Aya sighed, precariously balancing pencils on top of each other. Even with Mitsuki to talk to, school days felt like they had been going on for years, even if they’d only gotten through one lesson. It wasn’t too bad, her 'friend' made things bearable, especially in the lessons they were sat together. Sunlight painted harsh patterns onto the tables, the heat of the day becoming evident.
She rested her head on her desk, glancing at Mitsuki, who was messily scribbling notes in her workbook, her grey eyes burning with fervor.
The dark-haired girl typically spent most lessons writing angsty lyrics down for her songs, which attributed to her ‘less-than-average’ grades, as labelled by Narita. The outside world was like a blur to her, and the lyrics she had already thought of kept her company, running a comforting broken record in her head. Mitsuki's heart skipped a beat when she felt Aya's eyes burning a hole into her. Her pace slowed, and she risked a glance back at the girl, if only for a second.
Even if she didn’t realise it, Aya’s face was almost glowing red when Mitsuki looked back at her for a second and gave her a sheepish smile, before pretending to listen to whatever the teacher was saying.
"What?" The words hung in the air, and Mitsuki's voice was low, and she'd clearly taken care to make sure nobody else could hear what was said. God, that girls voice was like a song to Aya, one she could listen to for hours and never get bored. Is what she would've thought if she was in love with her.
Pink eyes looked down for a moment, suddenly taking great interest in her own hands, as she desperately tried to ignore the fact that Mitsuki was making her go crazy.She was sure the girl didn’t notice, too, but every time their legs brushed together under the tables, or when Mitsuki’s hand slid over hers when they were walking together, Aya swore she could almost feel her heart fall out of her chest.
"Ah- It's- It's nothing, really. Just zoned out," Aya mumbled, her voice much shakier than she'd wanted it to be.
Unfortunately, it was noticeable enough for Mitsuki to giggle a bit, and her line of focus flicked from Aya's face to her lips for a moment.
"Are you sure?" The dark-haired girl grinned, gently nudging Aya's leg with hers, eliciting a feigned irritated look from her.
"Zip it, okay? It's nothing -- nothing you would need to know," She teased, her lips curling into a smile.
Aya took a deep breath, trying her best to calm herself down so she didn't look like a flustered idiot in front of Mitsuki. It's not like the guitarist liked her like that anyway, anything that Aya could've maybe ruled as flirting could have been equally as platonic as it was romantic. Her mind raced with possibilities as much as it was being filled with everything Mitsuki had done which could've possibly been flirting. A frown was painted across her face as she thought about it further -- Though she’d never brought it up, Aya was almost certain that Mitsuki snuck glances at her in class when it was a particularly boring lesson. Her heart ached with want. Was the dark-haired girl trying to suggest something?
Aya’s face grew hotter with each passing second as she tried to break her train of thought. She picked at the edge of her fingernails, not daring to steal a glance at Mitsuki, who had gone back to writing, on the off-chance that she might catch the girl staring right back at her.
A couple minutes passed of Aya battling with her own gay thoughts and Mitsuki silently wondering if there was something wrong; The classroom was mostly silent, excluding the drone of the teachers voice and some out of place whispers.
Aya’s mind wandered as she impatiently tapped her fingers on the desk, waiting for the class to end.
Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes glided past Mitsuki, and she may as well have won the lottery when the bell rang to signal the end of the lesson and the start of the lunch period — Aya had been planning to ask Mitsuki out—
“Aya.”
The sound was firm, but it was soothing to her - of course it was, it was Mitsuki's voice, after all. She glanced up, her pink curls falling around her equally rosy face. An already-ready-to-go Mitsuki stood in front of her, her face laced with an awkward, but hopeful, expression.
Aya’s legs felt like jelly as she tried to collect herself.
“Mmh..?” She managed to mumble after a while, but even then, her voice shook with the weight of the hundreds of unsaid words. Aya was almost praying that Mitsuki might invite her to her house again, or somewhere, anywhere. She must have not been doing a good enough job to hide it though, because Mitsuki paused awkwardly, staring at the extremely red Aya in front of her.
To the pink-haired girl's surpise, she didn't mention anything about it, instead choosing to talk about the topic which was already at hand, idly scratching the back of her neck.
"Do you.. wanna go to the CD store after school today? Joe'll be there, but I think he's busy with something anyway. Just the two of us?" As if Mitsuki knew it would have an effect on Aya, she lowered her tone for the last bit, looking the pink-haired girl directly in the eye.
Just the two of us?
Jesus fucking christ. If Mitsuki was trying to make Aya short-circuit, then she'd already done it and then some. Her heart felt like it was beating almost out of her chest, and she only managed to squeak a feeble 'Yes' before hurriedly packing her things, not wanting to look her crush in the eye for even a second.