Realization

Once upon a time, there's a boy.

(Who is a big jerk and all in all, a grade-A jerk. Who likes to complain and rollerblading. Who doesn't listen when he needs to, and straining to listen what he doesn't need to.)

And then there's a girl.

(Who is a tsundere. Who keep her feelings down and lock them up with fiery temper and—somewhat- cheerful attitude. Who frown when head-to-head with others, then smile when back-to-back.)

They can't understand each other, like ice handshaking with fire without hurting one another. Because whenever one of them march a move, their stubborness clashes, and led up to hurting one another in the inside.

(Yet when you held up a mirror to one, you will see the other as a reflection.)

(How ironic?)

ii.

He stood up there before her. Sapphire met sapphire, smirk met frown.

"Ms. Tsundere."

"Idiot.At least I'm not mixing up Japanese word with English word."

Their friends stood in sidelines, giving them arena to brawl. Glaring each other non-stop, throwing insults and mockeries. Soon they grew tired and recharging some insults and what-not, silence kicking in, one friend (and particularly, a loud one) came out with great damned formula to end the neverending war.

"Come one, you two, kiss already!"

Nice job breaking it, Kaito.

That night, Gakupo found himself nursing over Kaito who got massive bone issues and bleeding in 'vital area'. Doctor recommended a lot of rest and recess of ruining couple's relantionship upgrade moment.

iii.

It was just that time, they realized, maybe it's not that bad to have him/her as my friend.

The one time when they must perform at school—singing in steady beat, jogging with the rhythm, synchronizing each other through imaginary link. She is a tsundere, he is a jerk. They didn't mix, like water and oil.

Before, they promised to selves that they only working with each other for this performance. They promised to being friendly with each other, understanding to each other, just for this day.

(Then uncounciously they broke their promise—one day changed to two days, then begets to five days, then the whole week, then, then - )

(To the point they question their own sanity, what's wrong with me?)

iv.

She is there, standing in front of a glass mirror, caressing the cold plate that reflects herself.

She really, really want to punch that stupid mirror.

She saw it—her reflection, showing troubled expression and damp cheeks with traces of tears in the surface and her blond hair that's going messy after she pulled out of frustasion and her lips that has been bit as if it's going to bleed anytime soon.

She wants to scream, asking infinite amount of questions to herself, for whatever kind of reason that changed her into love-struck teen with that boy who looks like a resemblance of herself, with that stupid smirk of him and that insults he threw at her and that scandalous smile of his.

Why why why why why?

She glares at her own reflection.

Why am I falling for him?

(The reflection remains silent, and simply return the glare.)

v.

To clear all of those fogs in her mind, she has decided. After all, the thought running through her mind like marathon and that made her eyes kept bugging open.

Confrontation with him is, unfortunately, inevitable.

"So... it's kinda late at night. Why meeting up in park all of a sudden?" Her friend asked her, flopping himself in a bench of public park they were in. Blond hairs reflecting the moonlight, sometimes she can't help but thinking how alike are they. Rin turned away (to hide her blush).

"There's something I want to talk to you."

Len raised an eyebrow toward the usually-upbeat girl. "...And?"

"Listen," Her tone raised, "I will only say this once."

"Yeah, yeah. What is it?"

"I hate you."

"...Huh?"

She took a step toward him, "I hate you, idiot."

He replied with a questioning face, "...I came all the way here to just hear a general fact?"

She reached out his hand, gripping it tight, not letting it go. Crimson spread across her face, words begun to slip shakily, "Don't you take a hint?"

He replied with a snicker, followed by a fist connecting to his cranium.

"Idiot!"

"Oww! What the heck, 'Tsundere'?"

He endured the pain being thrown with cans, just to see her smile. After all, those frowns from before curved up into a bright smile.

(Then he realized: idiot means 'dear', if it is coming from her.)