Nicho neko

After that he starts noticing you, asking about you, caring for you.. Deeply he knows nothing can happen, after all you are the little sister of his best friend.  

But yet, the way your eyes look at him changes, the atmosphere is changing whenever you are in the same room, during movie night your fingers sometimes brush against one another.. Can love truly be build in silence and in secret of someone precious to the both of you ?

Rivals to lovers

Prince!Yudai is someone that grew up in a deeply shouldered environment, being taught that as the prince and future king he has the right to do whatever he wants. He is unstoppable, proud and cocky.

So the day a knight beat him in a duel, he naturally starts to grow weary of him. Then he notices him wherever he goes. He is strong, a great archer, amazing at sword fighting. He was also clever and kind to everyone.

He despised that knight. And the knight, you, also despised him.

As a young girl, you were born in a noble family, and when your older brother passed away at 9 from the fever, your parents ordered you to replace him to keep the family standing. Officially, you had died, and he lived.

You had been brought up to hide, be discreet but still represent your family. Be strong.

So, when at 22 years old you had to go the palace, become a knight and met the prick of a prince you could not help but hate him. He was nothing but an arrogant idiot who thought he was better than everyone else.

The two of you started a rivalry, fighting whenever you could, dueling whenever. The most random things became the reason, the pretense for fighting.

Everything changed when one day, on your period you fainted during training. That day Yudai realised that maybe he cared a bit for you.

Following that event everything changed, he noticed more, cared more.

You still hated him though.

One day, he was going to see you in your room, officially to get back one of his poetry books. But that day, he saw you, not the male you, but the female you.

And perhaps, that’s when he realised that maybe you were not that bad. Following that day, he progressively became a huge puppy following you around and falling for you deeper and deeper.

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I remember him every week in my house, in my room with teddy bears wallpaper, playing barbie dolls with me. I remember him always doing what I wanted to do. I remember how we used to be attached at the hip.

I remember how for so long my name was always associated with his. It was always him and I. In class, sitting next to each other, at home with my parents asking about him, at his home playing together or in my room playing for hours.

I remember that I never had to ask for him to come over, to stay, because he always did. It was always him.

Y/n and Nicholas. Nicholas and Y/N. Where I went he went. Following me like a shadow.

I remember how fondly he treated me. I remember his big brown eyes and the way he was always my biggest ally, the one I kept running to no matter the time.

I remember how our sisters wanted us to be together ever since we were children. I never listened, thinking he only regarded me as a friend, but I know better now. I know that he liked me.

I think of my childhood days, filled with sun, filled with laughter and his face appears. I think of chocolate cake and a pool and my mind flashes to him. I remember running in the grass with him chasing me or chasing him. I remember sitting on the wooden floor, playing with him for hours.

I remember how everything changed.

I remember the way his eyes stop looking at me with fondness and became resentment.

I remember middle school and how we got separated. How the duo we have always been became nothing.

I still think of how it was my fault.

I remember his hand holding mine under our desk in French class, circling my hand with his thumb. I remember his worried eyes after the teacher scolded me. I remember the flutter of his lips on mine.

And worst of all I still see his eyes when everything came crumbling down. I remember how I ruined everything, how I ruined us.

I remember how the chestnut boy became the moody teen with a silver earring.  I remember how my play friend became someone I could barely recognize. Someone that hated me and yet still me held close.

I remember him, not saying goodbye the last day we saw each other. Maybe he thought we had more time. Maybe he did not want to see me anymore.

He promised to call. He never did.

I moved at 12, eleven years have gone by, and yet, I still wait for the call.

I hate that when I think of my childhood I think of him. I hate that I’m still hung up, worried, and he never searched for me. I was one call away, one ask away from his sister to mine, one google search, one Instagram search.

I look for him, I’ve done for years and yet he never did.

When I think of him I think of carefree days, of grass and dolls.

I think of his gaze of anger, his sense of betrayal, how he never missed me.

Does he still thinks of me ? the one that shared every childhood memory ? Does he looks at our childhood pictures sometimes and wonder what could have been different.

And most of all I hate that every time I’m feeling down, every time I think of my childhood I search for him. Without ever finding him.

It’s been more than ten years that I have seen his face and yet it still feels like yesterday we were together looking at clouds in the sky and dreaming of tomorrow.

Now the memories are fading, and he is slowly becoming a stranger in thousands of childhood picture. A shadow of what used to be.

He appears in almost all childhood photos, all childhood memories and yet, he is just fading. Drifting away from my memories, drifting away from what we shared.

Do you still think of me Nicholas ? Because I still think of you.