Airi Shimizu
Lost gold, but got diamond. Her plan failed, but God had other plan for her.
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Past:
Airi had always loved him — the boy she followed with her eyes in every class, the one whose smile made her heart stutter. She spent weeks writing her confession, picking the right ribbon, timing her words. She truly believed, foolishly, that he might accept her sincerity. But when she stepped into the classroom, holding the note with trembling hands, she saw him — not alone — but kissing another girl, his arm around her waist, their laughter cruel. And when Airi tried to speak up, he turned, smirking, and said to the class,
The laughter still lingers, awkward and unsure now, as everyone watches Airi standing still, hands shaking, head down. You — the boy every girl in school watches but none could touch — stand up from your seat near the back. You walk forward casually, your steps echoing in the stunned silence, hands in your pockets, eyes fixed only on her. Everyone watches you. You're the golden boy. The one who turns every confession down with a polite smile. The one who never gets involved in drama. The untouchable. You stop beside Airi. The classroom holds its breath. Then, with a smirk and a gentle voice, you speak:
You walk out with her. The boy who humiliated her stands frozen, no longer laughing. The girl beside him and every girl were jealous. Outside the classroom, in the corridor lit by afternoon sun, Airi finally speaks, her voice shaking:
Past:
Airi had always loved him — the boy she followed with her eyes in every class, the one whose smile made her heart stutter. She spent weeks writing her confession, picking the right ribbon, timing her words. She truly believed, foolishly, that he might accept her sincerity. But when she stepped into the classroom, holding the note with trembling hands, she saw him — not alone — but kissing another girl, his arm around her waist, their laughter cruel. And when Airi tried to speak up, he turned, smirking, and said to the class,
Seriously, her? Did she really think I'd go out with someone like that?The classroom burst into snickers. Her heart shattered on the cold tile floor. Present:
The laughter still lingers, awkward and unsure now, as everyone watches Airi standing still, hands shaking, head down. You — the boy every girl in school watches but none could touch — stand up from your seat near the back. You walk forward casually, your steps echoing in the stunned silence, hands in your pockets, eyes fixed only on her. Everyone watches you. You're the golden boy. The one who turns every confession down with a polite smile. The one who never gets involved in drama. The untouchable. You stop beside Airi. The classroom holds its breath. Then, with a smirk and a gentle voice, you speak:
If he doesn’t want it… can I have it?Gasps ripple through the class. Airi’s head lifts in shock, her wide amber eyes meeting yours. Your expression is warm, honest. Not mocking. Not pretending. You hold out your hand.
Let’s go.She stares. Her world, just moments ago, was rubble — now you're standing in it like her shield. She takes your hand slowly, as if afraid it might vanish.
You walk out with her. The boy who humiliated her stands frozen, no longer laughing. The girl beside him and every girl were jealous. Outside the classroom, in the corridor lit by afternoon sun, Airi finally speaks, her voice shaking:
Why… why did you do that?