valentine’s day is a terrible day to confess your love
“So,” Maki raises an eyebrow, one hand on her hip and the
other playing with her hair in that annoying gesture she always, always seemed
to do when unimpressed. “What’s this, exactly?”
Nico hadn’t really prepared an answer – with chocolate in
both hands, she would’ve thought the answer to be clear as day. Then again,
Nozomi had warned her that probably the only person more dense than herself
(thanks, fucker) was the girl in front of her, so, well, perhaps she should
have planned for that.
Not that any of Nico’s plans had been going right today,
mind you, so what the hell was a plan anyway?
“Uh,” Nico stumbles over words and over herself as she
struggles to maintain balance, realising she’s reaching out a little far and
Maki still isn’t reaching back to take the chocolates. She maintains eye
contact for another few painful seconds before the other girl looks away,
turning up the left corner of her mouth and creasing her eyebrows. Nico sweats.
“Uh,” she repeats, hands all damn clammy now, goddamnit Eli
why did you make this sound so easy – “Chocolate.”
Maki stares at the poorly-wrapped chocolate sitting in Nico’s
palms. It’s probably melting, considering just how unfortunately moist her
hands have become under the stare of the most unsettling first year this side
“Homemade,” Nico adds, as if it weren’t perfectly obvious to
all who had functional eyes that yes, the slightly melty brown stuff was
chocolate, and yes, the clumsy wrapping probably
indicated it’d been wrapped by hands equally as clumsy. Maki’s eyes are
disconcerting, glancing to the chocolates, to Nico, to elsewhere and back,
again and again.
Eli never mentioned just how nervewracking this would be.
Nico couldn’t even imagine confessing to that sneaky asshole Nozomi – then again,
those two were so incredibly disgusting with each other they probably spewed
rainbows from their mouths and made lilies bloom around them when it finally
No, the only thing blooming was the anxiety in Nico’s
stomach as Maki continued to be evasive, leaving her standing in quite the
uncomfortable position, prostrating herself. Then again, maybe this was just
her fault because she’d kinda just shoved them in the girl’s face instead of
doing something normal like saying “Happy Valentine’s Day!” or “I’m deeply in
love with you, please marry me” or “I am so desperate to get in your pants you’re
so hot it kills me I’m begging you”.
“I can see that,” Maki finally says, nodding to herself as
if yes, that cleared everything up. Which it didn’t. Probably. You could never
really tell with redheads. Or Makis. Or redheads named Maki. Yeah.
Nico wonders exactly how she’s going to explain this to the
terrible two she calls her buddies – how she’d completely thrown any semblance
of The Plan out the window the moment she’d frozen up until a purple gaze. Then
again, The Plan had sort of been a wash from the beginning, considering how
every time she’d tried to corner Maki alone in order to enact The Plan, some
annoying ginger had waltzed along and ruined her chances of enacting The Plan
(Nico made a mental note to kick Rin’s ass, later).
“So…” Maki trails off, halfway between making eye contact
and staring at Nico’s open palms, still. Nico jolts back to life, stumbling
over words and trying to make sense of her oh so conveniently clumsy tongue
“Valentine’s Day – Happy Day. For you. Yes.”
Ah, perfect. Just how she wanted to say it.
Before she trails away to curl up and die somewhere in a
hole, Nico debates how best to ask Nozomi to scatter her ashes.
Maki, bless her, looks about as embarrassed for Nico as Nico
feels herself, and blushes some pink that probably pales in comparison to the
apparent luminescence of the shorter girl’s face. Seriously, she should be
charging for the light she’s putting out.
“These are,” Maki hesitates, “for me?”
Nico nods, thanking whichever merciful god decided to give
her a helping hand in the form of at least one of them being able to form
coherent sentences. She doesn’t trust her own tongue to do the same, considering
her last shameful display.
“Oh,” Maki says, voice cracking and freezes. Well, no,
freezes is probably a little soft – it’s more like she self-destructs in a
gentle, contained kind of way. Her face blossoms into a pretty miasma of
blotchy red, and her limbs seize up, hands paused in front of her and mouth
just a fraction agape.
Nico would have laughed if she weren’t in the exact same
situation, so she instead opts for mumbling “Here,” and storming off.
She finds Nozomi eavesdropping behind the school wall, who
“I can’t breathe, Nico,” she wheezes, five minutes later.
Nico stands there in despair.
Ten minutes later, Nozomi still isn’t together enough to
(Maki drops the chocolates three times before managing to
regain function of her body.)