a short bleh

[ARI ♏]

NOTES: don't judge me. I only had my phone to write on at the time, and I was SOOOO BOOOOORED. The only reason this is being posted is because of kiwii. BLAME HER. SCREW YOU GUYS, I'M BATMAN, I DO WANT I WANT.


Naoto had never known it was possible for something to hurt quite so much. It was a perpetual throbbing in his chest, a sharp ache that never quite went away- in fact, hadn't gone away for one moment ever since that encounter in the maze. That damn encounter where he had let his mouth run a little too fast and had been rewarded with Hinata's furious departure. And ever since then, he hadn't been able to get her out of his head for one second; her smile, her form, the way she had torn out of the maze right after ripping his heart out and walking all over it. She hadn't even given him a chance to explain himself...

But really, if he was going to be honest with himself, he doubted that he would ever be able to say something to make her change her mind about him.

It felt like some sort of cosmic joke; how could two people feel so strongly about each other in the two most opposite ways possible? She despised him with every fibre of her being. And he...well, there was no real point in saying it. Not even to himself. Not anymore. Previously, Naoto had been able to fool himself in to imagining the slim possibility of a relationship with her, as ridiculous as that was. Now, he couldn't even cling on to that. He had destroyed whatever chance he had had that day in the maze. Or maybe it had happened even further back, that moment at the party.

Maybe it had just been stupid to even imagine himself with her at all. From the very moment they had met, their relationship had been doomed to end like this- in hatred, hurt, and ruins. That was just what happened when you stuck two people like them together, Naoto figured. He had just been idiotic enough to think otherwise.

He had resigned himself to the facts; this issue, to put it mildly, between him and Hinata, was unresolvable, so why even bother trying to mend it? The aching sensation in his chest would go away on its own, given time, or so his friends assured him. Hinata wasn't anything special, after all; if he just ignored it for long enough, the pain would go away.

So Naoto attempted to ignore it. He carried on with his daily life. He went to football practice, he attended class, and he went out in the evenings with his friends.

And every day, the aching got a little worse.

[kiwii ღ]

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