Stupid beans stupid stupid beans

[tokiokakeru]

Characters: Makoto Konno (tokiokakeru & Trunks (saiyajinsoul
Where & When: The baseball field, a week or so after the bean incident
Rating & Why: PG? It's a derpy confession on feelings.
Summary: Under magic bean influence Makoto promised to tell Trunks how she felt after magic bean influence had been lifted and she's finally ready to uphold that promise.

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[saiyajinsoul]

With a heavy sigh, Trunks pocketed his seal and took to the skies.

The text didn't say why she wanted to meet, but he suspected it had something to do with the... bean.... incident last week. That had started out with a text message too, after all, and if it were something more casual she probably would've just done a broadcast over the seals like she did before.

Ever since he... told her... that thing, he'd been... Wary? Anxious? Nervous? that Makoto would make good on her promise. At the time, he hadn't expected anything to come out of it aside from some hopefully short-lived embarrassment. She had been under magical influence, she wasn't herself, they both said stuff - all sorts of things to be laughed at and teased about and eventually left as they were.

He wasn't supposed to worry about what - how - she thought of him, not right now. He'd be lying to himself if he didn't want to know, because of course he did, it's Makoto, but if she told him, he'd already know. Did he want to already knowStupid bean. Stupid stupid magic

[tokiokakeru]

Makoto barely registered the greeting. The voice pulled her from her thoughts and she looked around before her eyes stopped and rested on the other across the way. She made her way over to him, feeling nervous, unsure and a bit relieved at how quickly he had arrived. He must have left shortly after getting the text to have gotten here so quickly.

"Hi... Trunks."

Her fingers turned the baseball around in her palms as she tried to think of what to say next. It was a little difficult to think now. Pulse racing, having to look off to the side, cheeks becoming warm... Why was this kind of situation so difficult to handle? Why couldn't she just simply come to a basic conclusion. Maybe if she just started talking for now.

"Uhm, thanks for getting here so fast. You probably have an idea about why I messaged you... uhm, well..."

It was strange how for once the words didn't just want to come out. Usually, in these more awkward times, they would just rush out, voicing whatever it was in her head. Maybe because this time there was no way to

[saiyajinsoul]

Trunks kept unnaturally still, arms close to his sides, hands withdrawn to his pockets, once Makoto started talking. It was an effort to stay put when his body wanted to run around or do katas or fly off - anything to get away.

"H-hey, you didn't have to. Do this. If you... didn't want to. I said that, right?

It certainly wasn't superhuman speed that had him snatch up the ball she dropped, or extraordinary sight that made him stare at it as he handed it back to her.

[tokiokakeru]

She took the ball back, nodding her head a little in response to his question. If she didn't, how would that leave them? Would they be stuck in this awkwardness? The things she said that day replayed in her head and she felt herself smile a little.

"I know that, but I... I want to do this. The things I said then, there was truth there. I, uhm, I really do think you're a great person. You've always been there to help me out and have been a wonderful friend. I feel lucky to have met you here."

Looking up at him now her face was ridiculously warm and she didn't doubt that her cheeks were visibly red by now.

"I... I couldn't figure it out before, how I felt. I wasn't sure what it meant to like someone and I was afraid of how things would change between us... I know now though that, well, uhm..." She felt her nervousness getting the better of her, her gaze faltering for a moment before she focused back on him, "I... I like you..."