[drabble]
Player: haruzac
Subject: Haruhi Suzumiya (and Itsuki Koizumi).
Table: B
Prompt: Lower
She catches him staring sometimes. Ever since he joined the brigade, she knows he’s been watching her. Of course, being Haruhi Suzumiya, everyone watches her. She’s used to stares from people, but not that sort of stare.
He watches her, more closely than anyone else, with a fond smile on his face but longing in his eyes. She thinks he almost looks hopeful, wishful. But when notices she’s caught him, he flashes her his usual empty smile and goes back to his work. And so does she. And it’s like it never happened.
Then one day in the club room, during one of his stares and her catchings, their eyes meet. She looks into his eyes and sees what she could do. She could smile back at him, in the way he smiles at her. She could go over there and say “Itsuki Koizumi, I know you like me, let’s go out”. He’d be kind to her, never dismiss her, never chastise her. He’d just have his fond smile, and she’d have her fun. A perfect match.
But instead she lowers her eyes back down to the table and keeps wishing the other boy in the room would give her the same look.
Subject: Haruhi Suzumiya (and Itsuki Koizumi).
Table: B
Prompt: Lower
She catches him staring sometimes. Ever since he joined the brigade, she knows he’s been watching her. Of course, being Haruhi Suzumiya, everyone watches her. She’s used to stares from people, but not that sort of stare.
He watches her, more closely than anyone else, with a fond smile on his face but longing in his eyes. She thinks he almost looks hopeful, wishful. But when notices she’s caught him, he flashes her his usual empty smile and goes back to his work. And so does she. And it’s like it never happened.
Then one day in the club room, during one of his stares and her catchings, their eyes meet. She looks into his eyes and sees what she could do. She could smile back at him, in the way he smiles at her. She could go over there and say “Itsuki Koizumi, I know you like me, let’s go out”. He’d be kind to her, never dismiss her, never chastise her. He’d just have his fond smile, and she’d have her fun. A perfect match.
But instead she lowers her eyes back down to the table and keeps wishing the other boy in the room would give her the same look.