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On a late evening, with the serenity of the wind, and a sky full of stars, some couples (—and weirdos) were on a school rooftop.
This rooftop wasn't special or anything, but it had seen a lot of things. Good, bad, horrible. As the wind was blowing, a couple was talking among some blue violets, if you want to call it like that.
Some words were said, though by accident, maybe—just maybe—they were meant, and this was not a bad time, nor some horrible place. Follow me?
“Hey, sweetheart…Rui! I mean…!” — A green-haired girl exclaimed…
“What did you just… say?”
His head tilted a bit, leading to his golden eyes staring directly at the girl's gaze.
“A-ack, nothing! It just…It slipped!”
She knew he heard it, clear as the water; there wasn't another audible sound there. Just some meaningless footsteps from some (possibly) freshman girls.
“Hehe, I actually like that…” —He laughed
“No you didn't! I… I didn't even do it on purpose…”
“Sweetheart…It's got a charm to it, you know?...”
“Right, once you get literally anything on your mind you can’t actually forget it for just once!”
This was an incredible example. She was right. Totally right, undeniably.
“Hey, you're awfully red”
Now you’re trying to brush it off? Haha.
“No!”— She mumbled.
.…Silence..
“Why is it suddenly so quiet?”
From far, there were…
“Damn, they catched us…Oh! RUN AN!”
“You…!!”
Just…Why?...
A black-and-blue-(and lots of stars on her hair)-haired girl was looking at them from the rooftop entrance, along with a mischievous-faced girl, whose name, from what Kusanagi could remember, was Mizuki Akiyama.
They had already heard enough to annoy the couple about their relationship for at least a…month.
It was horrible, well, not THAT bad…
…
or could it be…good? Even if?
“I…actually quite don't mind, hehe, you know me, Mizuki”
Really?
“So can I… hehe…tell everyone y-”
“Don't you DARE.” —Nene was a little angry and flustered, to say the least…
“Okay, okay…”
Shiraishi said nothing, but Nene knew she would say something later, or tomorrow.
But that was business for tomorrow.
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“Can we…walk togethe—”
“Absolutely not. I…
think I have some, uh, books to, uh,...”
“...Ok.”
…Now…Does he feel mad..?.
“Y-you’re mad, aren’t you?”
“...No…”
Sigh….
“If you want to…”—Nene said softly.
She grabbed his hand.
He held it.
Her hands were cold…It was nice…The kind of nice you'd like.
Not a word needed to express love. Well,
Maybe… Just maybe…
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‘’I’ll be your sweetheart for Valentines now…hehe’’
‘’Brush it off already!’’