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Yuyuko was… not good with feelings.
Well, she was. Kind of.
She was good with them in the sense that she could read other people’s (and her own) emotions fairly easily.
She wasn’t good with them in the sense that she couldn’t quite control them. Which, now that she thought about it, probably included a good ninety-five percent of the population.
Case in point: Yuyuko’s crushes.
She’s… had quite a couple. She’s gay, sue her.
The first was Rui. Surprising… Well, considering how Yuyuko never shared her feelings to anyone (let alone the brunette) she think it’d surprise a lot of people. But Yuyuko wasn’t the only one to see how gallant and beautiful and absolutely dorky Rui was, so maybe it wouldn’t be all that surprising. They had basically all of the same classes and the two quickly hit it off, and Yuyuko had effortlessly developed a crush. She realized it when she walked to the school’s kendo practice rooms, where Rui was in the middle of a spar with who Yuyuko assumed was a classmate of hers. There was something about the inherent eroticism of swordfighting mixed with such an oblivious, dorky, handsome girl that made Yuyuko swoon.
Second was Tamao. In an attempt to better understand Rui, Yuyuko tried to get closer to Tamao. Fat load of good that did because that had backfired horribly. Tamao was warm and comforting and so supportive that Yuyuko couldn’t help but melt. She was so nice it was almost sickening, though the few times Yuyuko managed to poke Tamao and get a semi-snarky comeback in return were forever framed in the hallways of her mind. Seeing the normally kind and caring girl be so sassy? God.
Needless to say, she understood Rui a lot better after that.
She moved on, she always did. In her brain/heart’s (she didn’t know which one was in charge at this point) quest to fall in love with everyone in the acting department, she fell for her prankster of a senpai. Quite literally, Yuyuko would say, since she’d first come to this realization when Ichie had the bright idea to put a tripwire in front of the practice room. The others had seen it and just stepped over it, but in Yuyuko’s sleep-induced… sleepiness, she just walked through the door. It wasn’t until she felt the string trip her that she realized it was even there. She braced herself for an impact that never came, though, since Ichie was near the door and had caught her, the action accompanied by the line “Aw, Yuyuko, guess you could help but fall for me~” to which Yuyuko proceeded to fall for Ichie.
Oh, the irony.
And here she was, completing the “Rinmeikan Stage Girl” set of crushes, her eyes currently on one Yumeoji Fumi.
She could dive into how she fell for Fumi, but that one was extremely embarrassing. She quite literally walked into the room, and Yuyuko’s thoughts basically devolved into “girl pretty”. Which Fumi was, don’t get her wrong, but considering Yuyuko’s response was to complain when Fumi gave her attention and worked with her was something she never lived down. Considering how indescribably sore she was after the first few practices with Fumi though, she kind of deserved it. The girl really doesn’t know the meaning of moderation, Yuyuko thought.
Not that Fumi’s looks were the only thing Yuyuko liked about the girl. Ichie once compared Fumi to an onion: someone/something with a lot of layers. While the blonde immediately objected to the comparison, Yuyuko thought it fit. Outwardly, Fumi was confident, but not cocky. She was harsh, giving cutting criticism. She was closed off, in the sense that she wasn’t particularly close to anyone outside the acting department. There was more to those statements, though. Fumi’s confidence only came after her hubris struck her down and humbled her, Yuyuko learned. Fumi’s cutting criticism was only so harsh because it was A. True and B. because Fumi wanted you to see your weaknesses and improve them. As for the third one, Fumi simply preferred the company of a close few rather than a crowd, something Yuyuko understood in it’s entirety. There was so much to Fumi, and Yuyuko was still learning, even now
Yuyuko never acted on it though. Giving into her feelings would only be a distraction, for her and for everyone else. They were all focused on saving the performance department (and now, building the acting club’s reputation) and practicing for plays and all that. Besides, all of her crushes had gone away after a few weeks. This wouldn’t be any different.
(Spoiler warning, it was.)
Yuyuko covered her face with her hands. Here she was thinking more about Fumi than writing the script for the upcoming play they were doing. Which was Beauty and the Beast. In which Yuyuko and Fumi were the leads.
Godddddd. Yuyuko couldn’t do this right now.
She made sure the document was saved before she closed her laptop and organized all of her written notes, tidying up her workplace. She’d work on it tomorrow, later (Yuyuko didn’t know what time it was other than late), eventually, just not now.
Yuyuko let herself fall back to the floor, her hoodie cushioning her fall. She just wanted to sleep, gay thoughts and script be damned. But nooooo, they’d wanted the twist of a love triangle with Gaston and the Beast, so Yuyuko couldn’t just copy-paste the plot from the original. That coupled with the last few sleepless nights thinking of Fumi made a Yuyuko that was highly unmotivated to do anything right now.
Yuyuko closed her eyes. She’s taking a break. It’s what she deserves.
Yuyuko hears footsteps and the sound of glass hitting the table she placed her laptop on. She feels a giddy kind of dread as she opens her and and, oh, yep, there she is--
“--Fumi-senpai.” Yuyuko greets. She forgot Fumi was staying over at the dorms today to talk more about the upcoming play. She takes a glance at the table and sees a tall glass of water. “You didn’t have to do that, y’know.”
“I wanted to.” Fumi smiled, lightly ruffing Yuyuko’s hair.
“Fumi-senpai...” Yuyuko whines, unenthusiastically swatting Fumi’s arms away. “I’m trying to focus on the script…”
“Uh huh.” Fumi quirks a brow. “Then why is your laptop closed?”
“Taking a small break.” Yuyuko replies, closing her eyes again. “Besides, my brain is still going at it. I’ll write down a couple notes and maybe sleep.”
“Maybe? Yuyuko, it’s one in the morning!” Fumi scolds.
“Okay.” So, it was one? Still pretty early by Yuyuko’s standards.
“Yuyuko.”
“Yeah yeah, I know, get some rest--”
“--That and you can count on us, on me too, you know.” Fumi interrupts. “I know a thing or two about scriptwriting, you don’t need to do it all on your own.”
Oh, wow. That hit Yuyuko’s gay little heart a little harder than she thought it would.
“I’ll… send the doc to you tomorrow.” Yuyuko mumbled.
Fumi smiled, and god. Fumi herself is amazing, but the normally strict, uptight, militant girl being so soft made Yuyuko’s heart beat a little faster. “Get some water and go to sleep. I’ll come back in twenty minutes and if you’re still here I’ll carry you to bed myself.”
“Okay.” Yuyuko felt a dumb, gay smile spread on her face before she realized it. As Fumi was walking away, another thought hit her. “Wait, but why are you still awake.”
Had Yuyuko not known any better, she might’ve missed the slight waver in Fumi’s voice as she responded with “I couldn’t sleep, not when I knew you were still working. I got up to get water and decided to get you some too.”
Fumi finally left the common room. Yuyuko was seriously contemplating just passing out here just so Fumi could carry her.