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For once, to Rei, ‘beautiful’ didn’t seem like enough.
You were so many things, that just one word couldn’t possibly begin to describe you in full. One word couldn’t cover all the effects you had on him. One word couldn’t sum you up simply, because you weren’t simple. You were… You were…
You were breathtaking.
He first saw you in the library. He’d been taking advantage of one of the few quiet moments he had now that Nagisa was in his life to catch up on his studies. Now, after just an hour, the late autumn sun was beginning to set, casting the entire room in a warm orange glow.
It caught your hair.
You sat in a nearby corner, reading by the dim light of the sunset. An air of peace and solitude surrounded you, and Rei found himself captivated by the way the way the sunlight reflected off your eyes. The way your fingers turned each page carefully, muffling the sound of the paper into a hushed whisper. The way you held yourself over the book, completely immersed in the words as if they had danced right off the page.
He realised he was staring, and that wasn’t very socially acceptable.
You were elusive.
He always wondered how to approach you. He spent days planning, calculating, trying to decipher the best way to strike up a conversation. He thought he’d had it, and ended up making an awful fool of himself instead.
The closer it got to Christmas, the darker it was in the library, and he always noticed you frequented the more lowly-lit corners. After staring for the better part of an hour (what had ever happened to his studies?) he finally stood up and walked over to your table.
“Forgive me for intruding, but you’ll certainly damage your eyes if you read in such dark areas.” He smiled kindly, and then flicked on the table lamp to its highest setting.
He was incredibly taken aback when you flinched visibly, turning away from the sudden brightness with a small yelp. He immediately turned the light back off when you asked him to, apologising even though he wasn’t entirely sure what for.
He seemed nice, so you quietly forgave him, and though there was nothing Rei wanted to do more than run back to his table and hit himself with his textbook, he tried to swallow his fears. With red cheeks and a shaking voice, he asked you if he could sit with you while he studied, promising not to tamper with the lights again.
It wasn’t exactly how he’d wanted to initiate your interactions, but he’d take what he could get.
You were talented.
Christmas came and went, and he was happy to finally count you as a friend. He was apprehensive when he first introduced you to Nagisa, knowing the boy was pretty much a ball of loud vibrancy, but you both managed to reign the boy in with treats that you’d baked, and the encounter only seemed to strengthen your friendship with Rei.
Now you two sat in the music room, as you fiddled with your flute. He’d asked you to play for him after you had mentioned your interest, and though at first you’d shyly refused, you surprised him a few weeks later by offering to yourself.
He tried to find a balance between looking interested and not putting too much pressure on you by looking too interested, but it didn’t seem to work out as you asked him if he had smelled something bad. Rei tried to take Nagisa’s advice of not over-thinking things from that point.
But the moment you put that flute to your lips, he didn’t need to think. Maybe you weren’t on a world class level, but you were definitely no amateur, and to him you sounded… beautiful.
You were infuriating.
He tried everything to let you know how he felt subtly. He looked online, he read romance novels, anything to give him ideas on how to approach this.
Nagisa told him, once again, to stop over-thinking things, but he couldn’t. It was who he was, and if he wanted there to be any chance of you two having a relationship together he couldn’t start changing himself now, could he? What if you didn’t like the new him? Did you even like the old him? You two were closer now, and you even seemed to treat him with affection, but was that indicative of romantic feelings?
Rin punched his shoulder.
How could he? He was so hyper aware of everything when you were around, from the way your fingers moved by your sides when you walked to the tone of your voice whenever he asked you about your book. He butterflies in his stomach whenever you looked at him.
He loved butterflies.
You were everything.
Every moment he spent with you was one he promised himself he wouldn’t forget. Every word you spoke was engraved in his mind.
Every thing about you was beautiful, but beautiful wasn't enough.
Rei wasn’t making any progress on his own. The swim team decided to take things into their own hands.
It was mid July, and therefore there was no logical reason for Nagisa to have mistletoe hidden in odd corners around the pool area (but then again, when had Nagisa ever done anything logical in all of his time knowing him?). But Rei knew something was up when Gou invited you to watch their practise, and he figured it out when he was lightly shoved under the small plant with you.
He didn’t kiss you. He didn’t want to spring anything like that on you when he didn’t know how you felt. Not to mention that there was no need to adhere to the tradition seeing as it was nowhere near Christmas. But Rei knew that even with all of his planning, he was probably not going to get a better moment than this to tell you how he felt.
So he did.
You are breathtaking.
You are elusive.
You are talented.
And you are infuriating.
But to me you’re everything I could ever want. To me you're beautiful. And so much more. I don’t know if I can ever find all the words to describe you, Demi-san, but I’d be so happy if you’d let me try.