gajinai:
the expression her face contorts in is one of bewilderment as she takes hold of her phone , watches the little bubbles , indicative of her peer’s typing & waits until they come to a stop before she begins her own response . ( it’s common courtesy after all & besides , she could wait an eternity for a reply from izumi , be it a simple , ‘ k . ‘ she patiently waits her turn like one should . )
[ txt / 12:49 am » izumi nakayama . ♡ ] : eweeeeeh , i was hoping you’d say something else .(◞‸◟)renren’s always a lil’ distant . whenever akira and i have plans he never wants to come along . you know , we should team up and play matchmaker ! get him a girl ! or a boy , whatever floats his boat , we’re all gay here . ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡/ [ txt / 12:49 am » izumi nakayama . ♡ ] : talking about matchmaking , akira tried to be matchmaker for me once . i thought he was messing around when he said he was gonna talk to every girl until one agreed to go on a date with me but he really talked to EVERY girl . (¬_¬) [ txt / 12:50 am » izumi nakayama . ♡ ] : he said i should’ve been grateful but i already had a crush by then so i didn’t need his help with random girls i needed his help with ONE girl that he never wanted to help me with , heeeee . ╥﹏╥
the mention of a crush somehow makes izumi’s heart both soar &&. sink simultaneously. her hands shake , but she dares not respond until akane is finished with her own messages , stills her fingers by holding them together. why is she so nervous suddenly ? she reads it over two , three , four times before she can find it in her to reply.
[ SMS :: candy kane ] // : i’m sorry(πーπ)i wish i could give you better news , but he pretty much just talks to akira i think. but , i would be down for that ! sounds like fun ! i’m not sure what he’s into , though , so...
[ SMS :: candy kane ] // : oooh ? any girl would be lucky to have you ! who’s the lottery winner ? it’s killing me not to know ! (≧∀≦) that sounds about right , though , although i don’t know why he wouldn’t help you with one girl if he was willing to help you with every other girl. he’s a weird one sometimes.
she takes a deep breath , holds it. what if it’s her / what if it’s not ? she crosses the idea out of her mind , recalls that it’s a very real possibility that this is a more distance past &&. that it no longer has any bearing on the present. still , the concept makes her heart pound with the force of a hammer. she is so foolish , she thinks , to be hanging on the very mention of love like this , &&. yet she allows it to capture her full attention.
















