Post by OliveChan on Jul 7, 2013 0:37:54 GMT -7
You know what's weird, I acted just like this when I went to college... 
Summary: 'Everybody wants your time; I’m just dreaming out loud. I can’t have you for mine..'
God sure didn't skip when it came to him; he was perfection- the meaning of beauty. There was no way someone like him could ever like someone like yourself.. it was just out of the question. He was beyond intelligent, handsome, kind- he could make any girl have a heart attack with just one glance. There was no way he could harbour feelings for you, after all, you were plain, ordinary.. average. Besides; he was your college professor. (ReaderxShuichi)
Yu Yu Hakusho © Yoshihiro Togashi
Come Down To Me © Saving Jane
Fic-trade for my purdy friend Nikkie ~
“Did you get my paper yet Mr. Minamino? I sent it last night. I'm sure you'll be surprised at my work!”
Teal eyes met glorious emerald ones. The owner of the said emerald eyes only smiled giving a brief nod at the young woman standing in front of him, before once more peering down at his stack of papers upon his desk. The girl gave a light love sick sigh before spinning around on her heels, a pink hue staining her cheeks as she walked back to her desk, once more taking a seat directly beside you. She hummed gently, a small smile plastered upon her pale lips.
Words fall out of my mouth
And I can’t seem to chase what I’m saying
Everybody wants your time
You however rolled your (color) eyes in disgust, diverting your gaze back at your half written assignment. Women; sometimes you didn't even understand your own gender. How they pranced around him all googly-eyed, swooning and acting foolish all for the affection of the young Environmental Science professor, Shuichi Minamino. It sickened you to know end as these women belittled themselves all for a chance to take a 'roll in the sack' with the handsome instructor... Luckily- you weren't one of those.
I’m just dreaming out loud,
I can’t have you for mine and I know it
A small sigh escaped your pink lips and you rolled your head to the left side, staring aimlessly out the steamed-coated window, watching as the rain poured heavily from dark thunder clouds that loomed over the building; blanketing most of the city.
I just wanna watch you shine.
You were mentally ready to kill yourself from the boredom. You glanced up at the clock; twenty more minutes until the final bell, twenty more minutes until you could hop on that train that took you home every Monday to Friday. Twenty more minutes until you could get out of his presence and not see him for another sixteen hours.. No, you didn't hate the guy, on the contrary you were head over heals for the man, I mean you would of had to be homosexual to not be..scratch that, even a lesbian could fall head over heals for him-- and that's why you couldn't stand being around him.
Tripping up on my tongue,
It’s all over my face and I’m racing
Gotta get away from you
You mused slightly to yourself, knowing you wouldn't be able to finish your paper within those short twenty minutes, so you gave up on it and instead used your time to draw hearts upon your binder. Your mind began to fog over while your eyes grew distant.
Shuichi; even his name sounded like perfection to you. He was smart, handsome and had such gentle eyes, there was no wonder why almost every girl he taught would fall for the crimson haired man. He was the dream guy, the prince among the peasants, the star of every girl's hot dreams and you..
Burning all the way home,
Try to put it to bed but it chases
Well, you weren't ugly but you didn't want to call yourself pretty either. You didn't have any special talents or traits, you couldn't run a marathon or play the trombone, you couldn't light things on fire with your mind or talk to ghosts, you were.. plain. A average girl, why would he even bother with someone such as yourself?
Every little thing I do
Suddenly a loud ringing sound emanated throughout the whole university, indicating that class was done and the day was over. You sighed happily and picked up your charcoal-color book bag up from the ground, placing it upon your desk. You dropped some scatter papers inside along with your binder and a tube of lip-gloss, before slinging the book bag over your shoulder and standing up. By this point in time everyone else had already made they're way out of the classroom, leaving you alone with Shuichi, which suited you just fine- you were occasionally the last one anyways.
With a toss of your (color) hair, you made your way to the classroom door.
“Have a good evening Mr. Minamino.” You said softly, not bothering to turn around to look at him.
You were just about ready to start making your way down the hallway before a gentle hand grabbed your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. You blinked, a little startled at the sudden feel of warmth upon your shoulder.
“Excuse me (Name), may I talk to you for a minute?”
When the light falls on your face,
Don’t let it change you
Turning around, you were met with warm green eyes- much closer to you than what you expected. You bit slightly upon your inner cheeks, trying hard to control a blush from making it's way to your face but was failing quite miserably at it. You gave a light nod in reply, favouring to stare at the top of his head than to look him in the eye.
“Well, I was noticing lately that your recent work has been a little lacklustred.” He stated, his voice full of concern. “Is there something wrong (Name)?”
You blinked, being taken back by the sudden question, but none the less you gave a small smile. “Well, I guess I've been a little tired lately, nothing to worry about!” You lied, waving your hand in a careless manner in front of your face. In truth it was hard to focus when all you could think about was...him. You had no idea what was going on, it only started off as a simple crush at the beginning but lately, your crush had intensified into something much more. You yearned for him, you needed him like some kind of drug, he was your addiction and it was quite a painful one; having him so close but knowing you could never touch him, like some beautiful wild animal. It hurt.
When the stars get in your eyes,
Don’t let them blind you.
Your heart gave a painful beat within your chest and with that you turned your back to the red-headed man before you, tearing your eyes away from him.
“I'm sorry Shuichi, I have to go before my train leaves.” You felt your mouth become oddly dry and you took a step into the hallway. “Goodbye.” You fixed the strap of your book-bag upon your shoulder before taking off down the hall, trying to put as much distances as you could between you and your professor.
A frown rolled across Shuichi's lips while he watched you turn the corner towards the stairway.
“(Name). . .”
You’re beautiful
Just the way you are
Rain..
It drenched your hair, soaked your uniform and made little goose bumps appear upon your (pale/dark/etc) arms as the howling wind blew through your clothing, chilling you almost to the bone. What a horrible first day of spring this was. A gentle sigh fell from your mouth while you ducked into the subway terminal, trotting down the stairs.
“Excuse me miss, when will the train to Hana Drive be here?” You asked a teller.
And I love it all
Every line, and every scar
The teller batted her aqua blue eyes in your direction before looking down at her charts she had upon her desk. her golden hair fell around her face, framing her pale cheeks. She gently ran a slender finger to her glasses that lay upon the bridge of her nose, pushing them up closer to her eyes.
“Oh dear honey, you must of just missed it. The next one won't be for another hour.” She looked up to you, smiling softly. “Think you can wait?”
'Great.. just fucking great..'
“No that's fine, I'll just grab a cab or something.” With that you bid the teller a fare-well and made your way out of the station.
The cool wind nipped at your exposed legs, blowing through your black uniform skirt as the rain soaked your face and your (color) hair. You brought up one of your arms and held it in front of your face, using it as a wind breaker.
“I should of brought a umbrella.” You muttered, musing to yourself. You placed your book-bag on top of your head, trying to protect it from the ice-cold liquid. You gazed around, looking for a place you could hide out in until the rain died down a bit, at least till the next train.
And I wish that I could make you see
This is where you ought to be,
Come down to me.
°°°
Shuichi sighed softly as he finished correcting the last assignment of the day. He glanced out of the window, rain continuing to run down the steamed glass while the wind made the window heave in and out every now and then. The weather sure took a turn for the worse within that past hour since you left and he couldn't help but wonder if you got home okay.
'She should be home by now.' He thought to himself, shifting his gaze to your desk within the back of the room.
Emerald orbs fell upon a little warn black book that lay upon the t0p of your desk.
“hm..” Curiously, Shuichi stood up and made his way over to were you would sit, picking up the little leather book within his pale hand. A hint of wonder flicked through his green eyes while he opened up the tiny book.
'Ah!!.. My Diary!?'
Your (color) eyes widen in horror while you tore through your book-bag, throwing loose paper everywhere all over the lobby floor of the hotel you sunk into for shelter. You tipped your book-bag upside down, hoping that your little black diary would fall out and onto the cobble-stone, but it didn't. Instead only your lip gloss, a half eaten cookie and a few pencils fell onto the floor. You cried out in frustration, pulling at your (long/short) hair.
“No..No..NO!”
You were to busy going insane to notice that some idling people by the reception desk turned their heads in your direction, staring at you as they exchanged some whispers.
Suddenly you stopped what you were doing, your face draining of all color, finally realizing where your diary was.
Spell it out in a song,
Bet you never catch on to my weakness
“..God help me...”
Rapidly, you threw your stuff into your book-bag, taken off out of the hotel and spun yourself around in the direction of the university, hoping you could make it there before the next train would arrive.
I’m singing every word for you.
Your mind was in lock-down mode as you dashed up the sidewalk, flying over potholes and cracks in the pavement, the rain beating at your already drenched body. You made it to the intersection, even though the sign for no crossing was flashing, there wasn't a car insight and so you pressed on word, proceeding to cross the street.
Halfway in the middle of the road a sudden sound came to your ears and you shot your head up, staring in the direction it was coming from. Unable to move, eyes met headlights as a bright silver car swung the corner, heading towards the intersection at a (you were sure) illegal speed.
Here I’m thinking I’m sly
Then you’re catching my eye
Your eyes widen. You tried to move, tried to run away but it felt like your legs were glued to the tarmac. Your mind turned to mush while you stared into the headlights, like a deer, you were mesmerized. Your brain could barely registered the sound of the car slamming on it's breaks, and you braced yourself for the pain of impact, fusing your eyelids together while you clenched your teeth.
But the pain never came.. instead the car swerve slightly before stopping only mere inches from your body, leaving skid marks in it's wake.
“...Am I dead?” You muttered to yourself, cracking open your eyes slowly.
“(Name)!? Are you alright!?”
and just maybe
You’re thinking what I’m thinking too
You gasped upon hearing a voice call out to you from the car window. A sudden clicking noise came from the lock on the door and it opened. A tall, lean, very familiar red headed man stepped out of the vehicle, his facial features heavy with shock, having almost killed you. He walked over to you when you didn't response, leaning down and placing his hands upon your shoulders. Coming eye to eye with you, he shook your shoulders lightly.
“(Name)?..”
When you see it on my face,
Don’t let it shake you
No answer. You only stared into his eyes, a small blush forming upon your wet cheeks.
“Oh my, your soaking wet!”
He slid off his black jacket and draped it over your quivering shoulders. You respond by grabbing the front of it, pulling the sides in closer to your body. Your blushed deepened; the jacket still contained his lingering sent and warmth, to which you used to warm your cold body.
“Get in the car, I'll give you a ride home.” Shuichi said sweetly, he beamed a small half smile at you before returning to his car and opened the door to the passenger side for you.
You just stood there, dumbfounded, in the rain, not sure how to respond to the man that stood before you. Here he was, no more than feet away, the young man- since you had net him- you had always dreamed about and secretly wished he would have noticed you.
You cast your eyes downward to look at your feet; a trickle of water ran down the side of your face. “You don't have to do this Mr. Minamino.”
“Nonsense! I almost ran you over, the least I can do would be to give you a ride home. Come on, hop in.”
When you see it on my face,
Don’t let it shake you.
You nodded briefly before you walked over to the car and sat down into the passenger seat.
“Thank you.” You gleamed up at him, a smile forming upon your soaked face; the cold suppressing your blush from getting any darker.
“Don't mention it.” He replied and closed the door. He made his way over to the driver side and hopped in; he fumbled with his keys in his pocket for only a moment before pulling them out and placing the car key into the ignition, he gave a twist of the key and started the engine.
“So where too?” He asked, tilting his head to look at you. His green eyes staring into your (color) ones.
“Um.... 1046 Hana Drive, South West.”
“Right away me lady.” He gave a handsome chuckle as the car began to move.
You just sat there for what it seemed like hours, watching the wipers move from side to side. An awkward silence over took the both of you and all that could be heard was the steady drone of the engine as the car sped down the street.
I know better than to try and
Take you with me.
“So...” Shuichi cleared his throat, his eyes never moving off the wet road before him. “How was your week?”
“Good. I've been a little tired but I'm fine.” You replied awkwardly, trying to maintain small talk.
“Well that's good.”
Another minute or two went by without a word being uttered and you felt yourself grow uncomfortable. You sighed and placed your head upon the cool window, watching as the rain moved in paths down the outside.
“We shouldn't be long now.” He stated as he moved the stirring wheel, turning left onto Maple Road, a street only two blocks away from yours.
“There is something in my left coat pocket for you. I wanted to give it to you in person.” He said calmly, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes.
I know better than to try and
Take you with me.
You turned your head to look at him questionably and then looked down to the bottom of his jacket. The jacket was to big for you and went will past your waist, the bottom of it was sprawled out around the seat you were sitting on. You gently tugged on the side of it, pulling the left pocket closer to you so you can tuck your hand inside.
You ducked your hand into the pocket and grabbed a hold of what it felt like a worn book. You wondered for a brief moment why Shuichi was giving it to you, that is until you pulled it out.
Your eyes instantly widen almost to the size of saucers upon seeing just what it was... It was your Diary!
'Oh god... I hope he didn't read it....' You thought as your body began to grow limp from embarrassment, your cheeks feeling like they were on fire.
“I didn't know you still kept a diary, I thought most people were into blogs now. Anyways, I think we are here. The red-head man sunk a glance at you before, pulling up the driveway to your small white bungalow you shared with a couple roommates.
You’re beautiful
Just the way you are
“Well I guess I'm old fashion!” You chirped awkwardly and snapped your head away from his potent gaze in attempt to hide the your fierce blush upon your face; you frantically searched for the door handle.
“Thank you for the ride and the coat by the way.” You muttered and opened the door, placing one of your soaked sneaker feet upon to the cold wet ground below. It stopped raining for now, at least that was something that was going in your favour. You were about the leave the car before you felt a firm hand grab at your (pale/dark/etc) arm gently.
“Wait, there is something I need to talk to you about. Do you have a minute?”
And I love it all
Every line, and every scar
You glanced at him, a hint of confusion flickered over your face before you gave a small nod, pulling your foot back inside the door and closing it.
Shuichi turned off the engine and then silence took it's place before he spoke. “I think I'm going to have you transferred to another classroom with another teacher.”
You felt a sting of pain move through your chest. “What?... Why?” You asked, knowing perfectly well that he had read the... obscene things you had written in your diary about him. “...I'm sorry... if I said anythi-”
He shook his head, making his red locks fall over his built shoulders. A bright smile slowly forming upon his pale lips and he tilted his head to the side, laying it upon the front the window.
“It's just- I can't date the people I teach.”
And I wish that I could make you see
Upon hearing those words you felt the air within your lungs get forcefully sucked out, making you numb with shock. “...What...?”
He chuckled lightly. “There is this place down of 48th street, it's not a big restaurant but they have the best burgers. I'll pick you up at eight, what do you say?”
This is where you ought to be,
Could this be true? The man you thought could never see you as nothing more than his student, was asking you out.
“Yes! I look forward to it!” You replied, grinning widely. “I'll go start getting ready right now!” You quickly opened the door and hopped out, closing the door hard behind you, completely forgetting you still had his coat over your shoulders.
Come down to me.
He laughed loudly before turning on the engine to his car. He scrolled down the window. “Don't forget! Eight!” He said while he slowly moved out of your drive way.
“I won't! Hey! What about your jacket?!”
“Keep it!”
You couldn't help but grin as you watched him drive away. Maybe you weren't so invisible after all, you could even go to the lengths of saying that... for once in your life, you truly felt Beautiful.
The End
Your Beautiful
Summary: 'Everybody wants your time; I’m just dreaming out loud. I can’t have you for mine..'
God sure didn't skip when it came to him; he was perfection- the meaning of beauty. There was no way someone like him could ever like someone like yourself.. it was just out of the question. He was beyond intelligent, handsome, kind- he could make any girl have a heart attack with just one glance. There was no way he could harbour feelings for you, after all, you were plain, ordinary.. average. Besides; he was your college professor. (ReaderxShuichi)
Yu Yu Hakusho © Yoshihiro Togashi
Come Down To Me © Saving Jane
Fic-trade for my purdy friend Nikkie ~
**
“Did you get my paper yet Mr. Minamino? I sent it last night. I'm sure you'll be surprised at my work!”
Teal eyes met glorious emerald ones. The owner of the said emerald eyes only smiled giving a brief nod at the young woman standing in front of him, before once more peering down at his stack of papers upon his desk. The girl gave a light love sick sigh before spinning around on her heels, a pink hue staining her cheeks as she walked back to her desk, once more taking a seat directly beside you. She hummed gently, a small smile plastered upon her pale lips.
Words fall out of my mouth
And I can’t seem to chase what I’m saying
Everybody wants your time
You however rolled your (color) eyes in disgust, diverting your gaze back at your half written assignment. Women; sometimes you didn't even understand your own gender. How they pranced around him all googly-eyed, swooning and acting foolish all for the affection of the young Environmental Science professor, Shuichi Minamino. It sickened you to know end as these women belittled themselves all for a chance to take a 'roll in the sack' with the handsome instructor... Luckily- you weren't one of those.
I’m just dreaming out loud,
I can’t have you for mine and I know it
A small sigh escaped your pink lips and you rolled your head to the left side, staring aimlessly out the steamed-coated window, watching as the rain poured heavily from dark thunder clouds that loomed over the building; blanketing most of the city.
I just wanna watch you shine.
You were mentally ready to kill yourself from the boredom. You glanced up at the clock; twenty more minutes until the final bell, twenty more minutes until you could hop on that train that took you home every Monday to Friday. Twenty more minutes until you could get out of his presence and not see him for another sixteen hours.. No, you didn't hate the guy, on the contrary you were head over heals for the man, I mean you would of had to be homosexual to not be..scratch that, even a lesbian could fall head over heals for him-- and that's why you couldn't stand being around him.
Tripping up on my tongue,
It’s all over my face and I’m racing
Gotta get away from you
You mused slightly to yourself, knowing you wouldn't be able to finish your paper within those short twenty minutes, so you gave up on it and instead used your time to draw hearts upon your binder. Your mind began to fog over while your eyes grew distant.
Shuichi; even his name sounded like perfection to you. He was smart, handsome and had such gentle eyes, there was no wonder why almost every girl he taught would fall for the crimson haired man. He was the dream guy, the prince among the peasants, the star of every girl's hot dreams and you..
Burning all the way home,
Try to put it to bed but it chases
Well, you weren't ugly but you didn't want to call yourself pretty either. You didn't have any special talents or traits, you couldn't run a marathon or play the trombone, you couldn't light things on fire with your mind or talk to ghosts, you were.. plain. A average girl, why would he even bother with someone such as yourself?
Every little thing I do
Suddenly a loud ringing sound emanated throughout the whole university, indicating that class was done and the day was over. You sighed happily and picked up your charcoal-color book bag up from the ground, placing it upon your desk. You dropped some scatter papers inside along with your binder and a tube of lip-gloss, before slinging the book bag over your shoulder and standing up. By this point in time everyone else had already made they're way out of the classroom, leaving you alone with Shuichi, which suited you just fine- you were occasionally the last one anyways.
With a toss of your (color) hair, you made your way to the classroom door.
“Have a good evening Mr. Minamino.” You said softly, not bothering to turn around to look at him.
You were just about ready to start making your way down the hallway before a gentle hand grabbed your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. You blinked, a little startled at the sudden feel of warmth upon your shoulder.
“Excuse me (Name), may I talk to you for a minute?”
When the light falls on your face,
Don’t let it change you
Turning around, you were met with warm green eyes- much closer to you than what you expected. You bit slightly upon your inner cheeks, trying hard to control a blush from making it's way to your face but was failing quite miserably at it. You gave a light nod in reply, favouring to stare at the top of his head than to look him in the eye.
“Well, I was noticing lately that your recent work has been a little lacklustred.” He stated, his voice full of concern. “Is there something wrong (Name)?”
You blinked, being taken back by the sudden question, but none the less you gave a small smile. “Well, I guess I've been a little tired lately, nothing to worry about!” You lied, waving your hand in a careless manner in front of your face. In truth it was hard to focus when all you could think about was...him. You had no idea what was going on, it only started off as a simple crush at the beginning but lately, your crush had intensified into something much more. You yearned for him, you needed him like some kind of drug, he was your addiction and it was quite a painful one; having him so close but knowing you could never touch him, like some beautiful wild animal. It hurt.
When the stars get in your eyes,
Don’t let them blind you.
Your heart gave a painful beat within your chest and with that you turned your back to the red-headed man before you, tearing your eyes away from him.
“I'm sorry Shuichi, I have to go before my train leaves.” You felt your mouth become oddly dry and you took a step into the hallway. “Goodbye.” You fixed the strap of your book-bag upon your shoulder before taking off down the hall, trying to put as much distances as you could between you and your professor.
A frown rolled across Shuichi's lips while he watched you turn the corner towards the stairway.
“(Name). . .”
You’re beautiful
Just the way you are
°°°
Rain..
It drenched your hair, soaked your uniform and made little goose bumps appear upon your (pale/dark/etc) arms as the howling wind blew through your clothing, chilling you almost to the bone. What a horrible first day of spring this was. A gentle sigh fell from your mouth while you ducked into the subway terminal, trotting down the stairs.
“Excuse me miss, when will the train to Hana Drive be here?” You asked a teller.
And I love it all
Every line, and every scar
The teller batted her aqua blue eyes in your direction before looking down at her charts she had upon her desk. her golden hair fell around her face, framing her pale cheeks. She gently ran a slender finger to her glasses that lay upon the bridge of her nose, pushing them up closer to her eyes.
“Oh dear honey, you must of just missed it. The next one won't be for another hour.” She looked up to you, smiling softly. “Think you can wait?”
'Great.. just fucking great..'
“No that's fine, I'll just grab a cab or something.” With that you bid the teller a fare-well and made your way out of the station.
The cool wind nipped at your exposed legs, blowing through your black uniform skirt as the rain soaked your face and your (color) hair. You brought up one of your arms and held it in front of your face, using it as a wind breaker.
“I should of brought a umbrella.” You muttered, musing to yourself. You placed your book-bag on top of your head, trying to protect it from the ice-cold liquid. You gazed around, looking for a place you could hide out in until the rain died down a bit, at least till the next train.
And I wish that I could make you see
This is where you ought to be,
Come down to me.
°°°
Shuichi sighed softly as he finished correcting the last assignment of the day. He glanced out of the window, rain continuing to run down the steamed glass while the wind made the window heave in and out every now and then. The weather sure took a turn for the worse within that past hour since you left and he couldn't help but wonder if you got home okay.
'She should be home by now.' He thought to himself, shifting his gaze to your desk within the back of the room.
Emerald orbs fell upon a little warn black book that lay upon the t0p of your desk.
“hm..” Curiously, Shuichi stood up and made his way over to were you would sit, picking up the little leather book within his pale hand. A hint of wonder flicked through his green eyes while he opened up the tiny book.
°°°
'Ah!!.. My Diary!?'
Your (color) eyes widen in horror while you tore through your book-bag, throwing loose paper everywhere all over the lobby floor of the hotel you sunk into for shelter. You tipped your book-bag upside down, hoping that your little black diary would fall out and onto the cobble-stone, but it didn't. Instead only your lip gloss, a half eaten cookie and a few pencils fell onto the floor. You cried out in frustration, pulling at your (long/short) hair.
“No..No..NO!”
You were to busy going insane to notice that some idling people by the reception desk turned their heads in your direction, staring at you as they exchanged some whispers.
Suddenly you stopped what you were doing, your face draining of all color, finally realizing where your diary was.
Spell it out in a song,
Bet you never catch on to my weakness
“..God help me...”
Rapidly, you threw your stuff into your book-bag, taken off out of the hotel and spun yourself around in the direction of the university, hoping you could make it there before the next train would arrive.
I’m singing every word for you.
Your mind was in lock-down mode as you dashed up the sidewalk, flying over potholes and cracks in the pavement, the rain beating at your already drenched body. You made it to the intersection, even though the sign for no crossing was flashing, there wasn't a car insight and so you pressed on word, proceeding to cross the street.
Halfway in the middle of the road a sudden sound came to your ears and you shot your head up, staring in the direction it was coming from. Unable to move, eyes met headlights as a bright silver car swung the corner, heading towards the intersection at a (you were sure) illegal speed.
Here I’m thinking I’m sly
Then you’re catching my eye
Your eyes widen. You tried to move, tried to run away but it felt like your legs were glued to the tarmac. Your mind turned to mush while you stared into the headlights, like a deer, you were mesmerized. Your brain could barely registered the sound of the car slamming on it's breaks, and you braced yourself for the pain of impact, fusing your eyelids together while you clenched your teeth.
But the pain never came.. instead the car swerve slightly before stopping only mere inches from your body, leaving skid marks in it's wake.
“...Am I dead?” You muttered to yourself, cracking open your eyes slowly.
“(Name)!? Are you alright!?”
and just maybe
You’re thinking what I’m thinking too
You gasped upon hearing a voice call out to you from the car window. A sudden clicking noise came from the lock on the door and it opened. A tall, lean, very familiar red headed man stepped out of the vehicle, his facial features heavy with shock, having almost killed you. He walked over to you when you didn't response, leaning down and placing his hands upon your shoulders. Coming eye to eye with you, he shook your shoulders lightly.
“(Name)?..”
When you see it on my face,
Don’t let it shake you
No answer. You only stared into his eyes, a small blush forming upon your wet cheeks.
“Oh my, your soaking wet!”
He slid off his black jacket and draped it over your quivering shoulders. You respond by grabbing the front of it, pulling the sides in closer to your body. Your blushed deepened; the jacket still contained his lingering sent and warmth, to which you used to warm your cold body.
“Get in the car, I'll give you a ride home.” Shuichi said sweetly, he beamed a small half smile at you before returning to his car and opened the door to the passenger side for you.
You just stood there, dumbfounded, in the rain, not sure how to respond to the man that stood before you. Here he was, no more than feet away, the young man- since you had net him- you had always dreamed about and secretly wished he would have noticed you.
You cast your eyes downward to look at your feet; a trickle of water ran down the side of your face. “You don't have to do this Mr. Minamino.”
“Nonsense! I almost ran you over, the least I can do would be to give you a ride home. Come on, hop in.”
When you see it on my face,
Don’t let it shake you.
You nodded briefly before you walked over to the car and sat down into the passenger seat.
“Thank you.” You gleamed up at him, a smile forming upon your soaked face; the cold suppressing your blush from getting any darker.
“Don't mention it.” He replied and closed the door. He made his way over to the driver side and hopped in; he fumbled with his keys in his pocket for only a moment before pulling them out and placing the car key into the ignition, he gave a twist of the key and started the engine.
“So where too?” He asked, tilting his head to look at you. His green eyes staring into your (color) ones.
“Um.... 1046 Hana Drive, South West.”
“Right away me lady.” He gave a handsome chuckle as the car began to move.
You just sat there for what it seemed like hours, watching the wipers move from side to side. An awkward silence over took the both of you and all that could be heard was the steady drone of the engine as the car sped down the street.
I know better than to try and
Take you with me.
“So...” Shuichi cleared his throat, his eyes never moving off the wet road before him. “How was your week?”
“Good. I've been a little tired but I'm fine.” You replied awkwardly, trying to maintain small talk.
“Well that's good.”
Another minute or two went by without a word being uttered and you felt yourself grow uncomfortable. You sighed and placed your head upon the cool window, watching as the rain moved in paths down the outside.
“We shouldn't be long now.” He stated as he moved the stirring wheel, turning left onto Maple Road, a street only two blocks away from yours.
“There is something in my left coat pocket for you. I wanted to give it to you in person.” He said calmly, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes.
I know better than to try and
Take you with me.
You turned your head to look at him questionably and then looked down to the bottom of his jacket. The jacket was to big for you and went will past your waist, the bottom of it was sprawled out around the seat you were sitting on. You gently tugged on the side of it, pulling the left pocket closer to you so you can tuck your hand inside.
You ducked your hand into the pocket and grabbed a hold of what it felt like a worn book. You wondered for a brief moment why Shuichi was giving it to you, that is until you pulled it out.
Your eyes instantly widen almost to the size of saucers upon seeing just what it was... It was your Diary!
'Oh god... I hope he didn't read it....' You thought as your body began to grow limp from embarrassment, your cheeks feeling like they were on fire.
“I didn't know you still kept a diary, I thought most people were into blogs now. Anyways, I think we are here. The red-head man sunk a glance at you before, pulling up the driveway to your small white bungalow you shared with a couple roommates.
You’re beautiful
Just the way you are
“Well I guess I'm old fashion!” You chirped awkwardly and snapped your head away from his potent gaze in attempt to hide the your fierce blush upon your face; you frantically searched for the door handle.
“Thank you for the ride and the coat by the way.” You muttered and opened the door, placing one of your soaked sneaker feet upon to the cold wet ground below. It stopped raining for now, at least that was something that was going in your favour. You were about the leave the car before you felt a firm hand grab at your (pale/dark/etc) arm gently.
“Wait, there is something I need to talk to you about. Do you have a minute?”
And I love it all
Every line, and every scar
You glanced at him, a hint of confusion flickered over your face before you gave a small nod, pulling your foot back inside the door and closing it.
Shuichi turned off the engine and then silence took it's place before he spoke. “I think I'm going to have you transferred to another classroom with another teacher.”
You felt a sting of pain move through your chest. “What?... Why?” You asked, knowing perfectly well that he had read the... obscene things you had written in your diary about him. “...I'm sorry... if I said anythi-”
He shook his head, making his red locks fall over his built shoulders. A bright smile slowly forming upon his pale lips and he tilted his head to the side, laying it upon the front the window.
“It's just- I can't date the people I teach.”
And I wish that I could make you see
Upon hearing those words you felt the air within your lungs get forcefully sucked out, making you numb with shock. “...What...?”
He chuckled lightly. “There is this place down of 48th street, it's not a big restaurant but they have the best burgers. I'll pick you up at eight, what do you say?”
This is where you ought to be,
Could this be true? The man you thought could never see you as nothing more than his student, was asking you out.
“Yes! I look forward to it!” You replied, grinning widely. “I'll go start getting ready right now!” You quickly opened the door and hopped out, closing the door hard behind you, completely forgetting you still had his coat over your shoulders.
Come down to me.
He laughed loudly before turning on the engine to his car. He scrolled down the window. “Don't forget! Eight!” He said while he slowly moved out of your drive way.
“I won't! Hey! What about your jacket?!”
“Keep it!”
You couldn't help but grin as you watched him drive away. Maybe you weren't so invisible after all, you could even go to the lengths of saying that... for once in your life, you truly felt Beautiful.
Come down to me.
The End
I love you too! I'm glad you like it dearie <333!