Yamaguchi's Route [Scenario One]
[Name]'s head laid still down on the desk. The only movement she made was rolling her from side to side, yet Yamaguchi still couldn't see her face.
Yamaguchi sat to the side, not sure how to approach the obviously upset girl.
"Uh, are you okay?" He asked sheepishly.
[Name] rolled her head to the side, sighing softly. "Just not having a very good day."
"Do you want to talk about it?" His brows furrowed in concern. His hands were planted in between his thighs, gripping the front of the seat as he leaned forward to get a better look at her.
"I don't know," Yamaguchi flinched as she scoffed. "It's stupid to get so upset over it anyways."
"You don't know that." He replied, a little too quickly for his tastes. "Just tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help."
She sighed again, heavier this time. "Some asshat posted a really hateful comment on one of my stories, and it's not having the greatest effect on me."
Oh, yeah. Yamaguchi saw that. He was hoping she wouldn't have seen it herself but, unfortunately, she did.
She turned away upon seeing Yamaguchi's pondering silence.
He noticed this and frantically tried to explain his thoughts. "Hey, don't let it get to you! That guy has no idea what he's talking about! I've read your stories before, and they're amazing!"
She looked back up. "You've read my stories?"
"I— uh, yeah, Hinata told me about them, so, uhhh…"
[Name] giggled. She loved it when Yamaguchi got all flustered.
He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Next thing he knew, her head had shot up and was (now) visibly blushing as well, a look of mortification covering her face.
"If-if you have…" she stuttered, "if you have read my stories, then you know that I…"
She didn't need to finish to have Yamaguchi know what she was referring too. She often wrote about how he was the inspiration for a good portion of her works of fiction (AKA, "Oh my god, there's this really cute kid named Yamaguchi, blah, blah, blah.").
"Um, yeah, I do…"
Both of their faces were deep red, the room sudden of feeling very hot to them. Neither of them knew what to say, the awkward atmosphere making things very uncomfortable.
"You two look like tomatoes."
The two "tomatoes" whipped around to see Yamaguchi in the doorway of the empty classroom.
There were a few seconds of silence following his statement before [Name] began sputter out a laugh. She couldn't help it; it was all so terribly and ironically funny.
Tsukishima rolled his eyes and left, deciding that it was best to let them figure it out themselves.
"Geez," she breathed out, "that was so awkward."
Yamaguchi was silent for a bit. He wasn't entirely sure why she laughed, but it was great. She just looked great when she laughed.
"Yamaguchi? You—!" On an impulse of confidence, Yamaguchi leaned forward and lightly kissed her. When he pulled away, her eyes were wide.
It took her a second to realise what had happened. She opened her mouth to say something, but Yamaguchi caught her off once again.
"I like you, okay? I have for awhile, and I just didn't know how to tell you." He looked away shyly.
It was quiet for a bit (again). [Name] placed a hand on his cheek and made him look up at her. A soft smile was present, as she leaned forward and pecked his lips.
"Y-You really like me back?"
"Of course, I do. I wouldn't say all those things in my stories if I didn't," she said.
A giant grin made its way onto Yamaguchi's face. [Name] laughed as his head snuggled against her chest, his arms wrapping around her waist.
"I'm glad."
…
"Jesus, it's about time."
"Go away, Tsukishima!"