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Confession of yours;

After spending almost half a day making sweets, you really do wonder would he even like it. It was a bit difficult to meet his expectation, if not impossible, but there’s no going back now. You already called Izumi to meet you after his practice with Knights and he was kind enough to agree to spend a five minutes break with you, of course, not before hearing all the complains that has come to his mind.

Naturally, you’ll just shrug it off with a smile, but today was different. You were scared to confess to him in a first place and his insensitive words only add fuel to the fire, but it’s just the way he is, right? He didn’t mean it, right? At least, you want to believe he didn’t.

There was still left around thirty minutes before your meeting with Izumi when you arrived to a practice room. Greeting them with usual smile, you headed towards an empty chair in the back of the room, hoping that watching Knights performance would help to easy your worries for a little bit. And yeah, it was working as planned and you felt yourself relaxing a bit, but as soon as a sigh of relief left your lips, music stopped, signaling the end of a practice. Nervousness started to creep out again, but you were going to play it cool and nothing would stop you from that.

– Izumi-san, can you-, I mean, can we go outside for a few minutes? – oh god how you wanted to slap yourself for stuttering. Didn’t you want to play it cool, huh? Get your act together, dear!

– Really? Now, of all times? – he huffed – Can’t you see I have a better things to do, then just wasting my time?

“Maybe I should have considered to given up on that confession of mine”, you thought. But then again, you spend so much time making him a gift and preparing yourself, might as well give it a shot, whether he like it or not.

– Oh no, I don’t see any better things for you to do, then going with me, so, – you grabbed his hand, leading him to the door. – It won’t take much of your time, just bear with me for a little bit.

A heavy sigh left Sena’s lips, maybe even some rude remarks of your selfish attitude, but you were too focused on keeping yourself calm to hear him properly. The only thoughts in your head are about how warm his hand is, how large it is against your own and how he didn’t try to take it away. “Maybe, just maybe, I actually have a chance?”

Once the two of you left the building, you let go of his hand to rummage through your backpack to take out the early prepared sweets, and hiding them behind your back.

– I-I wanted to tell you something… – you started, nervously biting your bottom lip, – And…

– Well, yes, that’s pretty obvious, Producer-san.

Oh how you wished to give him a smack to wipe that smirk off of his pretty face.

– Let me finish the sentence at least! – you pouted, – I like you! Even tho I know you don’t like me back, but I really wanted to lift this weight off my shoulders. – shoving a bag of sweets in his hands, you gave him the widest smile you could manage at that very moment. – I hope we can at least stay friends and talk to each other as we always did.

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you and you’re too scared to look him in the eyes, pretending that this little flower near your feet is something incredibly interesting, but then you hear a light chuckle, accompanied by a pat on your head.

– How annoying, – you can feel your heart breaking after hearing that, mentally preparing yourself for a rejection. – I expected something more romantic of you. A sweets, huh?

No, no, no, you’re not going to let him continue mocking you. Looking up, you’re ready to give him a piece of your mind, but words quickly dies on your tongue as soon as you see his smile. And did your eyes betrayed you or do you really see that faint blush on his face?

–  For your information, I made them myself and you’re gonna eat them all, doesn’t matter if you want it or not, – you playfully hit his arm with a sudden surge of confidence, letting yourself smile once more.

– And what if I’m not gonna do that? – his hand finds yours and you eagerly interlaced your fingers with his, only for him to squeeze yours a little.

– You’re better not finding this out!