Kouhai
A/N: Chinen got Mirai for his birthday, so I don’t see why Hikaru can’t have her for his birthday as well. (HAHA. I should like as if I’m pimping her or something. XD)
Anyway, the story’s about some old 2009 rumor. It’s false, I guess? But I can’t help but think these two really did have a period of dating. Who else could be that certain “sempai” she mentioned in her blog that taught her how to use the bass a little? I smell Hikaru, and he smells like love. Hahaha.
YOSHA, FLUFF IS MY FORTE FOREVER.
DOZO.
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Kouhai
Let’s just get things straight, it’s not that I wanted my birthday to be celebrated here. It’s just that when you have three members of your band pleading on their knees for you to attend their school festival, you must have a heart of stone to say no. Believe me, I’ve tried declining them several times, but their perseverance pushed me to the core.
I didn’t entirely detest my days in high school. In spite all of the bickering from the teachers, headaches from the English lessons, and sleepless nights the exams gave, I seemed to find the joys in it.
Lurking around the campus with sudden nostalgia, flickering memories flashing before my eyes, smiles I get from all the juniors. It kind of felt good to be back here. Kind of.
As the festival went on, all the students gathered around the bonfire to dance with their crushes. Some prepared for confessions, and some already being lovey-dovey with their girlfriends/boyfriends. Although I am an idol, I don’t think enough about these things. Even if it’s my birthday and everyone wants me to be with them at the moment, I still am searching for that missing piece in my life wherein I would find that right feeling.
The classrooms were now empty as I walked through the ghostly halls alone. It was already dark so I decided to take a stroll before I finally take my leave. It’s been a while since I’ve been here anyway, so I better reminisce while I can.
Everything seems almost the same as when I left it. The school was slightly renovated, but it still had that warm, home-y feeling it used to give me when I was still a student. With every step, seems like a flashback after flashback. It was like walking about memory lane.
I feel pretty weird now that I’ve finally realized that I’m having sensations of happy thoughts in my head whilst smiling big smiles at nothing all on my own. If someone sees me right now, let’s expect a new rumor out in the papers stating, “Yaotome Hikaru, the latest patient in (wherever) town’s asylum.” Now that could have been a nightmare.
I glanced through every window, grinning slightly at the sight of the outside world. It didn’t take long for me to spot 3-D’s classroom. It still had its lights turned on. I bet one of Yuto’s classmates was still lurking around. If I’m lucky, I could probably pull a scary prank on Yamada or Chinen, even if I know that the little one is almost impossible to outwit. So let me rephrase that. If I’m lucky, I could probably scare the manliness out of Yama-chan. Now that’s better.
Opening the door slowly, I caught a glimpse of a girl sitting quietly on a desk, holding a book in her hands. She was small, pale, and had the slight resemblance of a doll wearing an elegant kimono.
Wait. I know who this girl is.
Shida Mirai... How could I forget?
Back then, she was in her first year, and I was at my third year in Horikoshi. I was her sempai, and she was my kouhai. We were young and we acted like kids. It was like puppy love in some ways, but there were times I sort of wished that it would have somehow became true. I’m a hopeless romantic, really.
When she finally noticed my presence, she immediately dropped the book and stood up uneasily.
“Hikka-” her voice trembled, “I mean, Yaotome-sempai…”
Surprisingly, instead of a smile, I wore an intense, shocked face.
She grew up. She wasn’t cute anymore, she's gorgeous. And she isn’t well..a kid. She was still short, but she’s taller now. She didn’t wear pigtails, her hair was all tied up neatly into a bun having a few strands falling down at the side to her shoulders.
She has breasts now.
Not that I was immensely staring at them, I just told the slight difference between then and now, okay?
I swallowed hard; she left her desk and walked towards me.
I swallowed hard again.
The atmosphere was so awkward; I had to swallow a couple of hard rocks to finally regain my breathing. Mirai was so beautiful, I almost didn’t even recognize her.
“You’re-” I said, trying not to sound so desperately mesmerized by her appearance.
Her perfectly shaped asian eyes grew as I started to speak. As they stared, I couldn’t help but cover my own eyes with my hands, not to mention hide my burning face.
I think I’m getting a fever.
“You’ve never changed, have you?” she sounded more like she just said a remark and not a question.
Finally, I knew this was still her, and she wasn’t different at all. She still wore that smug face whenever she tried to win me over. It never failed once before, what makes you think it hasn’t failed now?
“You’re different.” I finally managed to say out of shyness.
She crunched her little mouth and nodded once.
“I feel different.”
There was sudden silence.
“I didn’t know you’d be here.” I scratched the back of my head slightly.
“Idiot. I go to school here. Of course I would be here.”
Yup. This is definitely still Mirai.
I sat on the desk by the window. She sat on the desk next to me. It was just like before; only this time we’re no longer kids. We know enough about the world beyond the childish acts we put off with each other. The “Me” that wanted to tease her during lunch time, and play with her hair whilst threatening to kiss her was the same “Me” who wanted to hold her, and tell her how much I used to want her so much. I wanted to tell her that the gestures I used to show meant the exact opposite of how it seemed.
So many thoughts and feelings running in my system, I’m not even sure if I’m making sense anymore.
She stretched her arms and placed her chin on one palm, looking out the window with a smile, observing each and every one of her schoolmates dance around the field.
“I remember my first ever school festival here,” she muttered, “It was probably the best I’ll ever have.”
Ah, we spent that festival together eating a whole bunch of choco bananas. I didn't go to school the next day because of the stomach ache that festival gave me. Honestly, sometimes I think she did that on purpose.
“Your first festival?” I asked, trying to hide my flattery, “In my case, the best festival I’ve ever had was my last here.”
“You don’t like the festival this year?” she flickered her lids as if trying to make a point out of her question.
Okay, now I can’t seem to fight the spasm anymore. This feeling just can’t be like how it was when we were younger. I know it used to be all fun and games, but now it feels like something was definitely meant to be. I just can’t seem to make it out so suddenly. I wonder if she felt the same.
She sat on a long table by the window, I then playfully sat next to her, trying to forget all the uncomfortable emotions. It was just like 2 years ago, when we would randomly pick out a spot to eat our lunch together, shooing away all the students that were in the way.
She was naïve, and so was I. Why wasn’t I aware of it before?
Mirai and I kept our silence. Just then, the fireworks started. Beautiful colors glittered the velvet night sky as sounds of gapes and excitement filled the whole school.
“I’m starting to think that this is the best festival I’ve ever had.” I managed to say out of sheer embarrassment.
It wasn’t like me to be this straightforward when it came to girls. Sure I’m confident and noisy when I’m with the guys, but that surely doesn’t mean that I could be the same around girls. Especially to this girl. I mean, she was practically my first love.
Wow. I never actually thought of her that way.
She smirked, probably thinking of something witty to annoy me and not take me seriously. But then that impression disappeared when she gazed upon my eyes, suddenly coming closer.
My heart started to beat furiously.
“I waited,” she said, nearly in tears, “I waited so long.”
Then it hit me again.
I never visited after I graduated. It wasn’t really a priority of mine since work became a total hassle, and projects came in for JUMP like wildfire. Everything happened all so fast, I couldn’t even remember how this, this magical thing ended.
How could I let this pass by like as if it didn’t mean anything? Of course she was important. And I feel so stupid now for not realizing that before.
Her eyes stayed locked on mine.
It didn’t take long for me to finally make my move. I held onto her hand and gripped it tightly.
“I’m sorry, I’m here now. It won’t happen again.” I assured.
“Idiot.”
“I’m serious now! Do you still think this is a game to you? I thought of you! But then I also thought about your future. I thought that there would probably be other guys around! Yama-chan! Chinen and..and Yuto! They were all there for you! How was I supposed to know if you would fall for either one of them or not! I wanted to move on! But now I guess that would have been a big mistake..” my words trembled as I gripped onto her hand tighter. She might have felt a little pain now that I noticed her flinch a little.
She giggled and placed her forehead onto mine.
“This wouldn’t be breaking any rules now, would it? It’s your birthday after all.” she murmured softly.
We were so close; I felt her breath touch mine.
“But you’re my kouhai…” I answered with a tone of sarcasm.
“And you’re no longer my senpai…”
And with that, even more fireworks started to light up. We watched as it continued to bang all throughout the night.
I’m glad I graduated, and who would have thought that I’d be glad to be here with her again.
Anyway, the story’s about some old 2009 rumor. It’s false, I guess? But I can’t help but think these two really did have a period of dating. Who else could be that certain “sempai” she mentioned in her blog that taught her how to use the bass a little? I smell Hikaru, and he smells like love. Hahaha.
YOSHA, FLUFF IS MY FORTE FOREVER.
DOZO.
--
Kouhai
Let’s just get things straight, it’s not that I wanted my birthday to be celebrated here. It’s just that when you have three members of your band pleading on their knees for you to attend their school festival, you must have a heart of stone to say no. Believe me, I’ve tried declining them several times, but their perseverance pushed me to the core.
I didn’t entirely detest my days in high school. In spite all of the bickering from the teachers, headaches from the English lessons, and sleepless nights the exams gave, I seemed to find the joys in it.
Lurking around the campus with sudden nostalgia, flickering memories flashing before my eyes, smiles I get from all the juniors. It kind of felt good to be back here. Kind of.
As the festival went on, all the students gathered around the bonfire to dance with their crushes. Some prepared for confessions, and some already being lovey-dovey with their girlfriends/boyfriends. Although I am an idol, I don’t think enough about these things. Even if it’s my birthday and everyone wants me to be with them at the moment, I still am searching for that missing piece in my life wherein I would find that right feeling.
The classrooms were now empty as I walked through the ghostly halls alone. It was already dark so I decided to take a stroll before I finally take my leave. It’s been a while since I’ve been here anyway, so I better reminisce while I can.
Everything seems almost the same as when I left it. The school was slightly renovated, but it still had that warm, home-y feeling it used to give me when I was still a student. With every step, seems like a flashback after flashback. It was like walking about memory lane.
I feel pretty weird now that I’ve finally realized that I’m having sensations of happy thoughts in my head whilst smiling big smiles at nothing all on my own. If someone sees me right now, let’s expect a new rumor out in the papers stating, “Yaotome Hikaru, the latest patient in (wherever) town’s asylum.” Now that could have been a nightmare.
I glanced through every window, grinning slightly at the sight of the outside world. It didn’t take long for me to spot 3-D’s classroom. It still had its lights turned on. I bet one of Yuto’s classmates was still lurking around. If I’m lucky, I could probably pull a scary prank on Yamada or Chinen, even if I know that the little one is almost impossible to outwit. So let me rephrase that. If I’m lucky, I could probably scare the manliness out of Yama-chan. Now that’s better.
Opening the door slowly, I caught a glimpse of a girl sitting quietly on a desk, holding a book in her hands. She was small, pale, and had the slight resemblance of a doll wearing an elegant kimono.
Wait. I know who this girl is.
Shida Mirai... How could I forget?
Back then, she was in her first year, and I was at my third year in Horikoshi. I was her sempai, and she was my kouhai. We were young and we acted like kids. It was like puppy love in some ways, but there were times I sort of wished that it would have somehow became true. I’m a hopeless romantic, really.
When she finally noticed my presence, she immediately dropped the book and stood up uneasily.
“Hikka-” her voice trembled, “I mean, Yaotome-sempai…”
Surprisingly, instead of a smile, I wore an intense, shocked face.
She grew up. She wasn’t cute anymore, she's gorgeous. And she isn’t well..a kid. She was still short, but she’s taller now. She didn’t wear pigtails, her hair was all tied up neatly into a bun having a few strands falling down at the side to her shoulders.
She has breasts now.
Not that I was immensely staring at them, I just told the slight difference between then and now, okay?
I swallowed hard; she left her desk and walked towards me.
I swallowed hard again.
The atmosphere was so awkward; I had to swallow a couple of hard rocks to finally regain my breathing. Mirai was so beautiful, I almost didn’t even recognize her.
“You’re-” I said, trying not to sound so desperately mesmerized by her appearance.
Her perfectly shaped asian eyes grew as I started to speak. As they stared, I couldn’t help but cover my own eyes with my hands, not to mention hide my burning face.
I think I’m getting a fever.
“You’ve never changed, have you?” she sounded more like she just said a remark and not a question.
Finally, I knew this was still her, and she wasn’t different at all. She still wore that smug face whenever she tried to win me over. It never failed once before, what makes you think it hasn’t failed now?
“You’re different.” I finally managed to say out of shyness.
She crunched her little mouth and nodded once.
“I feel different.”
There was sudden silence.
“I didn’t know you’d be here.” I scratched the back of my head slightly.
“Idiot. I go to school here. Of course I would be here.”
Yup. This is definitely still Mirai.
I sat on the desk by the window. She sat on the desk next to me. It was just like before; only this time we’re no longer kids. We know enough about the world beyond the childish acts we put off with each other. The “Me” that wanted to tease her during lunch time, and play with her hair whilst threatening to kiss her was the same “Me” who wanted to hold her, and tell her how much I used to want her so much. I wanted to tell her that the gestures I used to show meant the exact opposite of how it seemed.
So many thoughts and feelings running in my system, I’m not even sure if I’m making sense anymore.
She stretched her arms and placed her chin on one palm, looking out the window with a smile, observing each and every one of her schoolmates dance around the field.
“I remember my first ever school festival here,” she muttered, “It was probably the best I’ll ever have.”
Ah, we spent that festival together eating a whole bunch of choco bananas. I didn't go to school the next day because of the stomach ache that festival gave me. Honestly, sometimes I think she did that on purpose.
“Your first festival?” I asked, trying to hide my flattery, “In my case, the best festival I’ve ever had was my last here.”
“You don’t like the festival this year?” she flickered her lids as if trying to make a point out of her question.
Okay, now I can’t seem to fight the spasm anymore. This feeling just can’t be like how it was when we were younger. I know it used to be all fun and games, but now it feels like something was definitely meant to be. I just can’t seem to make it out so suddenly. I wonder if she felt the same.
She sat on a long table by the window, I then playfully sat next to her, trying to forget all the uncomfortable emotions. It was just like 2 years ago, when we would randomly pick out a spot to eat our lunch together, shooing away all the students that were in the way.
She was naïve, and so was I. Why wasn’t I aware of it before?
Mirai and I kept our silence. Just then, the fireworks started. Beautiful colors glittered the velvet night sky as sounds of gapes and excitement filled the whole school.
“I’m starting to think that this is the best festival I’ve ever had.” I managed to say out of sheer embarrassment.
It wasn’t like me to be this straightforward when it came to girls. Sure I’m confident and noisy when I’m with the guys, but that surely doesn’t mean that I could be the same around girls. Especially to this girl. I mean, she was practically my first love.
Wow. I never actually thought of her that way.
She smirked, probably thinking of something witty to annoy me and not take me seriously. But then that impression disappeared when she gazed upon my eyes, suddenly coming closer.
My heart started to beat furiously.
“I waited,” she said, nearly in tears, “I waited so long.”
Then it hit me again.
I never visited after I graduated. It wasn’t really a priority of mine since work became a total hassle, and projects came in for JUMP like wildfire. Everything happened all so fast, I couldn’t even remember how this, this magical thing ended.
How could I let this pass by like as if it didn’t mean anything? Of course she was important. And I feel so stupid now for not realizing that before.
Her eyes stayed locked on mine.
It didn’t take long for me to finally make my move. I held onto her hand and gripped it tightly.
“I’m sorry, I’m here now. It won’t happen again.” I assured.
“Idiot.”
“I’m serious now! Do you still think this is a game to you? I thought of you! But then I also thought about your future. I thought that there would probably be other guys around! Yama-chan! Chinen and..and Yuto! They were all there for you! How was I supposed to know if you would fall for either one of them or not! I wanted to move on! But now I guess that would have been a big mistake..” my words trembled as I gripped onto her hand tighter. She might have felt a little pain now that I noticed her flinch a little.
She giggled and placed her forehead onto mine.
“This wouldn’t be breaking any rules now, would it? It’s your birthday after all.” she murmured softly.
We were so close; I felt her breath touch mine.
“But you’re my kouhai…” I answered with a tone of sarcasm.
“And you’re no longer my senpai…”
And with that, even more fireworks started to light up. We watched as it continued to bang all throughout the night.
I’m glad I graduated, and who would have thought that I’d be glad to be here with her again.