Thinking about Les!Yuji who’s never really felt attraction towards her guy friends. Pink, pretty hair with a shagged deep brown peekaboo of her natural hair with just enough layers to give it a bubbly look, amber eyes that seem chocolate-ish maroon in the night and soft as honey in the morning. She thought she was just a tomboy.. thought she’d grow into her sexual orientation with her body. Lean and on the track team, Sendai’s #1 senior, and the sweetest most obnoxiously puppy-coded girl in all of the school.
You, a quiet, stoic girl with no true cares towards wide circles, always keeping to yourself and enjoying solitude.
Polar opposites… yet somehow, during 5th period, she began noticing you. When something stuttered in her chest, she got the wrong idea, (being as dense as she always is…) and assumed she just didn’t like you.
During a group project between you two and one more, one-sided tension grew. You were in a group with an obnoxious, rowdy girl who half of the school saw as a pick-me, the other half assuming she was just incapable of relationships. Oh how wrong people could be.
Finally breaking one day, about 3 days into the project with a rather startling,
“What’s your issue, huh?! Always starin’ at me!!” Yuji gritted, making your brows furrow in confusion. You were an introvert, not shy or some doormat.
“What the hell is your problem? I don’t even know you, and you’re the one sending me shitty looks since the beginning of the semester.” To which she froze, realizing how… weird that sounded. She really has been eyeing you all semester.. eyes never managing to slip off your easygoing and rather collected demeanor. You were so… precious, so used to cleanliness and respectful nods instead of conversation, that you fascinated her.
She said nothing, just frustrated and ranting to Megumi during track practice. Megumi, not being too far from… experienced in this, just shook her head.
“Idiot… you’re never in your head about stuff. Why does some random chick with better sense piss you off so bad? You jealous, or something more?” She groused, meaning to scold Yuji. Instead, something clicked to the girl.
The next few days, even after finishing the project with a pretty decent grade, (you did all the work while she jacked around with her other buddy in the group,) she still couldn’t get you off her mind. She watched daily, obsessing over every intricate thing about you - especially your face. Your features… so… you.
You remind her of nothing else, so why does she look for you in everything?
Yuji was spiraling, too dumb to realize the pitter-patter in her chest wasn’t adrenaline, nor envy.
You were looking, too. You couldn’t help it.
Yuji so effortlessly spoke with everybody, never caring how the world saw her. You were too closed off to even have a reputation, so you were.. like a stabler, a neutral ground to be used as even more standoffish kids’ crash dummy. You got the brunt of obscene, unfiltered conversations, rarely showing a reaction - unless Yuji was the center of it. Cracking horribly planned jokes, only to stumble over herself to keep the laughter going.
Fuck, how could somebody be so selfless, embarrassing themself daily?
You couldn’t complain. The real laughter.. it was a reset from your usually predicable schedule. Like a splash of something freshly peachy- peachy?
That was the same scent of perfume Yuji used. When did you pick that up as a comfort? It’s not dependency, but it soothes your head. So soft and light and subtle, a totally stark contrast from Yuji’s personality. Did opposites always mix as well, fragrantly, as they did chemically? And if so, did it work, socially?
What the hell were you thinking. You always saw relationships as a chore, a burden on your comfortable lifestyle!!
So why did you watch Yuji daily, pick up on her love for shitty movies, how she ate anything or got all quiet when somebody brought up family. Not sad, not soft - just… smaller. Like it was the one topic she couldn’t grasp.
You understood all too well what it felt like, lacking connections.
Since when did these little things feel so.. Relatable?
Since when did you two even have a single common feeling, let alone anything at all?
A/n: this is a wip I probably won’t finish, but a few months ago, I rekindled this love for a song about girl love. Growing up, I watched a lot of media bashing it, but never understood why. This story is lowk based of a homoerotic relationship I had in middle school, and how we started out hating each other for never knowing what the other was thinking. Sorry for resorting to unfinished works but I really have been caught up in life lately!
