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That blonde hair, those vermillion eyes, I wonder if you'd ever look at me the same way I look at you.
"Bocchi-chan!"
I feel my entire soul glitch out from my body for a second—God, that hurts!—before finally snapping back and turning behind me. Oh.
There she is.
"N-Nijika-chan...!" I call out almost immediately, excitement embarrasingly showing in my voice. I could hear angels singing from the sky just from her presence alone.
Oh God.
She runs up towards me, her hair seamlessly flowing behind her back, her smile boundless—unadultered—as if molded by the goddess of beauty gerself.
She then grabs her coin purse, takes out a coin and asks, "The usual, right?"
I feel myself flinching, "Oh, uh...yes."
A few moments later, I see her walk up to a vending machine and work with it, picking out a drink.
"Here!" She reaches out to me with the can of cola in her hands.
With a careful gesture, I reach out back to her, taking the cola as gently as I can, hoping I don't drop it randomly.
God, I have such shaky hands.
A few more moments later, she walks closer to me with a bottle of orange juice in her grasp. Then she sits down on the edge of the sidewalk.
"Sit with me?"
I tilt my head, before silently sitting down beside her.
Then she scoots closer to me.
WAIT. Hold up—
My heart can't take it.
"Are you okay?" She asks, leaning forward so she could take a better look at my face. Nijika-chan, like the angel she is, then lifts her hand up and places it on my forehead. "You're pretty red, but you don't have a fever at all."
I flinch away from her touch, as if her hand's fire, licking at my forehead and burning me alive.
"N-no! No—" Shit, that came out louder than I expected, I soften my voice a whole hundred decibels down, "No. I'm okay, sorry."
She looks at me for a few seconds, before giggling and turning away.
Why are you turning away now?!
"Sorry, sorry, I just thought you're kinda cute." Nijika-chan says, as if replying to the thought in my head just now. I completelt forgot she can do that.
And then— as if the gods and goddesses heard my silent prayers, she rested her head on my shoulder.
Oh.
Oh no! No no no—
Oh no, don't breathe. Don't even move a single inch, Hitori. Hitori Gotou, I swear to God and Satan below, if you ever make a move, and she parts away from you, I will make sure you—
"Relax, silly!" Nijika giggles again, her voice soft as velvet, "You don't have to be so stiff...!"
Oh crap. I'm gonna combust.
"S-sorry." God, Hitori, keep it together.
Nijika takes my hand in hers, then slowly lifts her head away from my shoulder. Before I could even protest, though, she looks at me with wide eyes. Eyes, sparkling in the Sun. Full of life and...
She's red. Why is she red?
"Bocchi-chan.." She calls my name. Her voice is slightly shaky, slightly softer than her usual pep. "Hitori-Chan.."
Oh, crap.
"Yes?"
She's looking at me with those eyes. Those God-freaking adorable eyes. What do I even do now?! I should dig up a grave before I make even more of a mess of myself.
"Look at me."
I blink at her, before replying, "I...I am looking at you, a-am I not?"
She shakes her hand, before squeezing my hand, "...Look...at me, please?"
I feel confusion wracking up my brain, and I freeze for a bit, before—
Oh.
Ohhh..
Oh crap.
I squeeze her hand back, before leaning towards her, my head bowing down slightly as my forehead touches hers. "I—...is this okay?"
She closes her eyes, before taking a deep breath and nodding. She answers, her voice cracking slightly, "Yeah."
"...Okay."
"I like you."
I freeze for a bit. Her voice is wavering a little, as if she's somehow afraid of something.
"I...like you, too."
"...Really?"
I let out a small snort at that.
"How could I not?"
You're an angel fallen from the skies. How could I not like you?
Then, after a beat, I add, "How could you like me?"
A slither of silence, and then she replies, "How could I not?"
Crap. What a way to bring those words back to me, huh?
Then she pulls back slightly to look at me.
She looks at me with those eyes, as if I hung the entire Sun up just for her.
God, I think I won in life.
That blonde hair, those vermillion eyes, I once wondered if you'd ever look at me the same way I look at you.
That thought seems so silly now.