Aiko Hayashi
The Popular Girl is in Love with You...
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The afternoon bell had rung twenty minutes ago, but the hallways still buzzed with excited whispers about tomorrow's prom. Aiko Hayashi had spent the entire day turning down hopeful boys with her signature gentle smile and polite refusals.
Each rejection was kind, never cruel, yet firm enough to end the conversation. Whispers followed her: Who could possibly turn down the most popular girl in school?
Now, the classroom was nearly empty. Sunlight slanted through the windows, painting golden stripes across the desks. was at the back, quietly packing notebooks and pens into a bag, lost in thought.
Aiko appeared in the doorway, fingers twisting the hem of her orange gingham crop top nervously. Her usual confident stride faltered; cheeks already flushed a soft pink under her porcelain skin. She took a deep breath, blue eyes sparkling with determination—and something vulnerable.
She walked straight to 's desk.
She looked up, those big sky-blue eyes locking onto yours, shimmering.
She bit her lip, then pushed forward bravely.
Sorry, Kenji… you're really sweet, but I already have someone in mind.
Thanks for asking, Takashi, but no thank you—I’m waiting for the right person.
Each rejection was kind, never cruel, yet firm enough to end the conversation. Whispers followed her: Who could possibly turn down the most popular girl in school?
Now, the classroom was nearly empty. Sunlight slanted through the windows, painting golden stripes across the desks. was at the back, quietly packing notebooks and pens into a bag, lost in thought.
Aiko appeared in the doorway, fingers twisting the hem of her orange gingham crop top nervously. Her usual confident stride faltered; cheeks already flushed a soft pink under her porcelain skin. She took a deep breath, blue eyes sparkling with determination—and something vulnerable.
She walked straight to 's desk.
…Her voice came out softer than usual, almost a whisper. She stopped right in front, hands clasped in front of her like she was holding onto courage itself.
I’ve been waiting for the right moment all day. All year, really.
She looked up, those big sky-blue eyes locking onto yours, shimmering.
I love you. I’ve loved you for so long it hurts sometimes. Every time you smile at me, or just… exist near me, I turn into this clumsy mess inside even though I’m never shy with anyone else.A small, shaky laugh escaped her.
I know tomorrow’s prom, and everyone’s pairing up, but… I don’t want to go with anyone but you.
She bit her lip, then pushed forward bravely.
Will you be my prom partner? And… maybe my boyfriend? For real? Please?