Characters: Makoto Konno (
tokiokakeru & Trunks (
saiyajinsoulWhere & 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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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 ( ... )
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"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 ( ... )
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"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.
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"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..."
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wow her FACE is really red what are all these things she's saying what do they MEAN--
- his hands dove back in his pockets, clenched into sweaty fists -
She's saying something about LIKING someone wait did she say US crap--
- he hunched low, as if curling against an incoming strike -
"I..."
- cheeks burning with embarrassment why did he say anything he SHOULDN'T have come -
I like you...."
- eyes screwed shut, "It'sokaywe'refriendsIunderstandwe'llalways be--!"
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"--what?"
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What if he had only said he liked her because of how she was acting? Because he assumed that she only felt that way due to the bean? He had said that it was okay if she didn't feel the same... Of course it would be okay if he assumed those things and they're were both on the friendship level still.
She doesn't know what to do or say, only able to stare down at the baseball in her hands that she is squeezing the heck out of. Friends... of course, that makes much more sense. Stupid, she feels so stupid, why didn't she think of that possibility?
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One hand slowly reaches out, as if he's going to poke her. "I'm ... sorry -- did you just.... say.... you...?"
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Now she was just getting herself frustrated thinking like this. Taking a small breathe, she exhaled slowly before deciding to repeat herself.
"I said that I like you."
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He can't quite say anything else after that, so he just.... beams. At her. And rubs his neck. And ducks his head occasionally.
If his face hasn't gone completely red yet, it will, right about now.
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"Did... did you think I was going to say I thought of you as just a friend?"
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"Yeah, I, um..."
It seems... dumb.... now, to have thought that way, now that he knows. Of course he didn't know then, but now he does, and it's... good. Why'd he think that again?
Trunks shakes his head, as if he still doesn't believe this.
"Yeah. I did. Wait - I mean! I like being friends with you - obviously, of course I like being your friend and I'll always like being friends with you -" his eyes constantly flicker back to and away from her face, just in case he says something wrong and he doesn't notice or something,
"-but this is... um. Good. Too."
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It finally, really registers, how nervous she is - has been, come to think of it; knowing that she feels the same way about this (as flustered) as he does, is... Well, it's making his insides do weird things. Not bad things, certainly not unpleasant. Just... weird. Odd. Fuzzy? And his smile, a lot wibblier. A hell of a lot wibblier ( ... )
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There is something nice about hearing those sort of words and feelings. Even though it still feels like there's butterflies in her stomach she isn't nervous anymore.
"You're someone I like knowing too, Trunks. I'm really glad you were there to help me when I first showed up here... that we were able to meet."
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What she's saying, how's she's blushing, how she's smiling... they still do funny things to him, but he gets it now. Why they do. And now that he understands (and that she understands, and the fact that he knows she does), he's.... okay with it.
Trunks nods, hands settling into his pockets more casually. "Me too."
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"Uhm, do you want to play catch or something?" A hasty, nervous laugh, "I mean, I just.. don't really know what is supposed to happen next, you know?"
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