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PAIRING ⸠Watanabe Haruto x fem!reader
GENRES ⸠pining, high school au, lacrosse au, Iâm not really sure what genre this is lol
WARNINGS ⸠traumatic events?
SUMMARY ⸠When Haruto moves halfway around the world the last person he expects to see is you. His former nemesis...or so he thinks.
PLAYLIST ⸠Still Donât Know My Name by Labyrinth
WORD COUNT ⸠9626
UNIVERSE ⸠YG High; Treasure Lacrosse Team
A/N ⸠Iâve decided from here on out all my stories will probably fall within the same universe. I only really have like 4 universes in mind so Iâll label them just so you know. Also, Iâm looking to add some art to my stories to bring them more to life but I am useless at graphics/edits, so! If youâre really into making graphics/edits and you enjoy my work please please PLEASE reach out to me!!! I would love to work with an amazing artist! <3 <3 Plz enjoy.
A/N 2 ⸠This story is like a lot of crossover with Jeongwooâs story but I hope I was able to bring justice to Harutoâs character and bring his story to life. :P ok now enjoy for real realz.
You were the prettiest girl Haruto had ever known in his life. But to him, you were also his rival. You always managed to score just a few points higher than him on each exam, each quiz, each assignment. To him it always felt like the teachers liked you more, so he made sure your classmates liked him more. The thing that made him really mad was that you were so unbothered. You were ambivalent to him and you didnât even know his name. If you really were strangers and never sat in the same class he could understand. But you had been in the same classes for years. Each time you spoke to him, you politely asked for his name. As if you were strangers.
When his parents told him that his family was going to move to another city, far enough that he would have to transfer schools, he had mixed feelings. This was his last chance to confront you. To understand why youâd never bothered to remember his name, but each time he approached you he found you furiously scribbling in a notebook. Although he resented you for not knowing his name, he could never get himself to disturb you when you looked so stressed scribbling whatever it was in your notebook.
What Haruto didnât know is that you did notice him. You noticed the handsome, tall, skinny boy that was always in the corner of your line of sight. But you had no idea what to say to him. So you never approached him. He was a stranger.
Haruto wished he could forget you. He was a bit uncomfortable transferring to a new school at first but thankfully, three other boys had transferred with him. Asahi, Mashiho, and Yoshi had become literal brothers to him. The school also had a transfer students program and he made a new friend, Hanbyul. She was a chatterbox and sometimes she could literally chat his ear off, but she was also sweet and helpful. But she wasnât you.
But that didnât matter because Hanbyul had another guy on her mind all the time anyway. âYou know weâve just been friends for such a long time and lately, Iâve started to...I donât know. I feel different. Nervous. Is it normal to feel nervous around your best friend?â
âI donât know. Is it?â Haruto responded.
âNo, I suppose it isnât. But he probably doesnât feel the same way. I doubt heâs ever even thought about me in that way.â
Haruto felt someone nudge him, he turned to see that it was Asahi. Haruto leaned over to hear what he was going to say. âIs she talking about Jaehyukâs brother?â
Haruto nodded.
âJaehyuk talks about his little brother and this chick all the time. Sheâs so off the mark. The little brother definitely has feelings for her if Jaehyuk is anywhere near the mark.â So both parties had feelings for one another but both parties were too chicken to say anything to each other. And for no good reason.
In a way that reminded Haruto of himself and it pissed him off. He knew that spending so much time with his new friend would raise suspicions but he didnât care. He knew that spending so much time with her pissed Jeongwoo off. It didnât take a genius to recognize it when they went to the Big Bang Concert together.
Haruto thought he was going crazy when he spotted you a few spaces over at the concert. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times to make sure it was really you. Haruto stormed over to you once he decided that it was in fact you. He had spent months thinking about what to say to you if he ever saw you again, he wasnât going to miss this opportunity. Haruto didnât even think to tell his new friends where he had gone.
You saw a tall, handsome figure approaching your direction. You took a second to check him out, but then turned back to the performers and continued to enjoy yourself. Your parents were reluctant to let you go out to this concert on your own but it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience that you wanted so badly. You smiled sadly at what might happen when you woke up tomorrow.
âI didnât know you were a fan of Big Bang.â You heard a voice from behind speak into your ear. You jumped in surprise and turned around to see that it was the handsome stranger you saw sauntering your way earlier.
âHi, whatâs your name?â You asked with a polite smile on your face. This is probably exactly what your parents were worried about, creepy men that would try to approach you. You started to think about the best way to remove yourself from the situation safely. The now unamused expression on his face alarmed you.
âWhen are you gonna cut the shit. You know who I am.â
You looked at him puzzled. âI do? How? From where?â
Haruto felt something in his chest crack. âI used to go to school with you. Youâre Y/N right?â
âOh, yeah. Thatâs me.â You furiously racked your mind trying to remember what you had read but your memory came up blank. You couldnât help but cringe and turn away. This is why you tried your best to keep to yourself and away from people. You looked up to see Haruto staring down at you with a curious expression. âIâm sorry I donât remember you. You said you used to go to school with me? You donât go to school with me anymore? Can I get your name again? Iâm really sorry. Iâll try and remember.â
âMy name is Haruto. I donât go to school with you anymore. I transferred to a new school a few months ago.â
âOh, I see.â
Haruto wasnât sure how to feel when he realized you actually had zero recollection of him. For some reason seeing you up close and seeing you really trying to remember him made him feel a bit sympathetic. He couldnât understand why. It still totally irked him that you didnât know his name. But something told him to sit down with you and get to know you.
âWell, do you like your new school?â You asked, looking up at Haruto. Your heart was beating hard and fast. You prayed that your face wasnât flushing.
âWhy donât we just enjoy the rest of the concert for now and we can grab a late night meal after the concert?â Haruto proposed. His own palms were sweaty and his heart was beating fast.
You thought about it for a second, then nodded and smiled. Haruto felt like the world had a glittery filter for a second. Heâd always acknowledged that you were attractive, but up close smiling at him, you were drop dead gorgeous.
âAwesome.â
After the concert, the two of you walked side by side as you left the crowded venue. You noticed Haruto took a second to text someone on his phone. He caught you snooping and laughed as you turned away. âItâs fine. I was just letting the friends I came with know that I was gonna head out with you.â
âOh, if you need to get back with them itâs fine.â You said, maybe hanging out with Haruto was a bad idea after all.
âNot a chance, itâs been so long since Iâve seen you. Iâm honestly curious to know how you are and how things are back home.â
Your face flushed at his words. You couldnât remember the last time you had spent time with a guy like this. Was this a date?
âAlright. Then what are you in the mood for?â You asked, pulling up a list of restaurants that were still open at this hour.
âWhatâs available now? What are you in the mood for right now?â Haruto looked over your shoulder at the menu as he asked.
âUm, what about McDonaldâs? Iâm not that picky and thereâs not that much open right now.â you said.
Haruto stared at you with wide eyes, were you always this cool? So the two of you made your way to the closest McDonaldâs and debated which was better, Coke or Sprite. To Haruto, Coca-Cola was non-negotiable.
âHow is your new school?â You asked Haruto, munching on a few of your fries. âDo you like it?â
âWhat are you doing here?â Haruto interjected.
âWhat do you mean?â
âWeâre not in Japan. This is far from home. Why are you in America?â
âOh, Iâm uh- Iâm visiting family. Iâve actually transferred to a school around here for the time-being as well.â You jumped in surprise when Haruto shrieked.
âYouâre here now? Like for good? Like you go to school here? Where?â
You giggled at the questions he rained down on you. The way he asked you with his cheeks full and eyes wide was rather endearing. âYes Iâm here now. Iâm actually, uh, home schooled for the time being.â
âOh, interesting. Why are you homeschooled? I remember you were always really good at school.â Haruto said before he shoved another chicken nugget into his mouth. The irritating thought that you were always better than him at school, just by a little popped up in his mind but he pushed it away. That didnât matter anymore. He had your attention now.
You felt your face flush. Even with your condition it was true that you maintained your good grades. So Haruto must have actually known you back in Japan. You eyed him again, when he caught you staring at him you turned away. Haruto smirked.
âEnough about me. Tell me about your friends. You said you came with friends from your new school right?â
âWell Iâd say one of them is actually who Iâd consider a friend. The other one is a mutual friend. A childhood friend that has feelings for her.â
âHer?â it slipped out of your mouth. Harutoâs smirk reappeared and his eyebrow jumped up when he looked at you. You looked away, what was this funny feeling in your chest? It was weird.
âOur school had this transfer student program and she just happened to be assigned to me. Sheâs really cool, Iâm not into her like that and sheâs not really into me like that. She likes her friend.â
âHow do you know?â
âShe told me.â
âOh. That feels like something important. Like a secret.â
âWell, I told her a secret as well.â
You stared at him. He didnât indulge in the secret. Haruto was wholly focused on sipping the last of his Coca-Cola before putting it down on the table and letting out a sigh.
âWell so whatâs going on with them now?â You asked.
âHopefully, they both pull their heads out of their asses tonight. I gave them time alone so the best case scenario is that they just talk it out. The dude, Jeongwoo, I actually met him for the first time tonight and heâs a cool dude. It would be nice to have more dude friends around here.â
âYou donât have any guy friends?â
âI do. There are 3 other transfer students from Japan and theyâre all dudes and Iâm friends with them. Actually, Americans like to play this sport. Lacrosse? My friend told me to try out for the team and I think I might. Mashi, Asahi, and Yoshi agreed to try-out as well so itâll be fun.â
You nodded, you had no idea what lacrosse was and you didnât think you would be that interested to learn either. âI should get home.â
âRight of course.â Haruto said, getting up. âWhere are you headed? Let me call you an Uber.â
âNo, itâs okay. I can actually walk back home from here.â
âOh really? Well, at least let me walk you back.â
You hesitated for a second. Would it be smart to show this guy where you lived? But then you shook it off, he seemed pretty harmless throughout the night and you trusted that he knew you from school in Japan. So you agreed.
âDo you have to be home-schooled?â Haruto asked.
âNo, I donât think so.â you answered.
âWould you be interested in attending school in person again?â Haruto could feel the devil on his shoulder kicking him. What was he doing? He had already gone to school with you before and the fact that you always did just a smidge better than him drove him nuts.
âUm, I havenât really thought about it. Why?â
âYou should consider transferring to my school?â
Your eyebrows shot up. âWhat?â
Haruto stepped back a bit and raised his hands. âIt was just a suggestion. Honestly, I struggled a bit when I first came here. I canât imagine how lonely it must be to be here and just be home-schooled so I figured it might be nice to have some sense of community.â
âUm, Iâll think about it.â You werenât going to think about it. You looked up and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw the familiar apartment complex. âThis is me. You donât have to walk in with me. Iâm gonna go now.â
âWait.â Haruto said. You turned around to look at him, a thin smile on your face. âI, uh, I had fun.â
âYeah, this was nice.â You said truthfully.
âWe should do it again sometime.â Haruto said. You stared at him, he looked perfectly composed to you. But his heart was practically beating so hard he thought it might fall out of his chest.
âHonestly, Iâm not so sure thatâs a good idea.â
Haruto felt a heat and anger flare up in his chest. But he did his best to tamp it down and get it under control. This was literally the first time you had acknowledged his presence. He put a smile on his face. âWell, then maybe weâll just run into each other again sometime.â
âMaybe, itâs all up to fate now. Good night Haruto.â
âGood night Y/N.â
The second you made it back into your room you pulled out your diary. You scribbled the notes you had logged into your phone throughout the day as quickly as possible. Briefly reliving each moment as you wrote them down. By the time you had gotten to the end of the list and began to recount the concert you could feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier and your hands writing more and more frantically until suddenly, you crashed.
The next morning you woke up and read your notes. You squinted at the last thing you had written. Your handwriting became illegible near the end. âHaruto?â
The next morning Haruto woke up and smiled at the memory of you. Asahi and Mashiho eyed their roommate as he pranced around the living room and kitchen smiling and singing. But nothing could bring Haruto down. Well until he saw his friend looking depressed as hell.
âDude whatâs up?â Haruto asked. âDid you and Jeongwoo figure your shit out?â
âUh, about that. Well, no.â
âNo? What do you mean no?â
âWell what about you? Did you run into her?â
âNuh uh, this isnât about me. You literally had the perfect opportunity to make something of it. To make a moment! Did you guys have a moment?â
âYes, I think we did. But I got scared. I donât want to lose Jeongwoo as a friend, but at the same time I donât think he has any feelings for me like that. I just, I think I need space. Maybe if I just distance myself from him a bit then I can get over my feelings andâŚâ
âNo offense, but thatâs the stupidest thing I think Iâve ever heard in my life.â
âWell I donât care if you think itâs stupid. This is my decision and my decision is that I donât want to see Jeongwoo for awhile. Ok? Iâm not ready for the conversation. So you better get used to seeing me more often!â
Haruto sighed as he watched his friend storm out of the room. He turned around and exchanged looks with Asahi. âDid I say something wrong?â
Asahi shrugged. âHonestly, I think youâre valid. I think her logic in avoiding Jeongwoo is pretty dumb. The dudeâs in my gym class. Honestly, heâs chill. I donât think heâd react badly to her if she confesses regardless of how he feels.â
âI should probably find her and apologize anyway.â Haruto said, exiting the room. Eventually he found his friend and they sat together in the cafeteria.
âSorry about what I said earlier. Iâll admit it was kind of harsh. But honestly I canât say I understand your logic at all.â
âItâs fine Haruto. You seemed extra happy when you walked in this morning. Who was the friend that you saw at the concert?â
âIt was her. Y/N.â
âNo way! Isnât she in Japan?â
âThatâs what I thought too. I was so shocked to see her.â
âWhat did you say to her? What did you guys talk about? Did she recognize you?â
âThatâs the thing. The best part of it all was that I actually had her attention. You remember I told you about how she never acknowledged anybody right? She was always reading her notebook in the hallway. In the past when I spoke to her she never even knew my name! She had to ask me every single time. But this time, thereâs no way she wouldnât remember me!â
âYour relationship is weird. But I guess thatâs sweet. What does she write about in her notebook?â
âI donât know. Why does it matter? She knows my name now!â
âThatâs another thing. You went to school together for years and she never remembered your name? Why?â
âI donât know.â Haruto said. Now he was grouchy. All the questions that had been brought up to him were valid, but these werenât things he wanted to think about.
A few weeks before the lacrosse tryouts in the spring Haruto went to the hospital to get a physical done.
Once he was done he stumbled into a small cafe right next to the hospital. When he saw who was manning the cash register he rubbed his eyes and looked away and looked back a few times to make sure he wasnât being deluded. When he was confident that he wasnât going crazy he stood up and walked over to the register.
You saw a tall, handsome, and skinny guy walk up to the cash register. You cleared your throat and stood up straight. âHello, what can I get you?â
âY/N! Itâs fate. We ran into each other again!â
âAgain?â You put a smile on your face and thought of a response. âHey, itâs so good to see you! How have you been? Whatâll you have?â
âDo you...remember my name?â
You felt your heart picking up speed and your palms beginning to sweat. But you kept your composure. âOf course, let me take your order and we can chat for a second.â
Haruto beamed. âOkay, then Iâll just have an Iced Americano.â
âOkay, thatâll be $3.30. The ice machine is in the back so Iâll be right out in a second. You rushed to the back of the cafe and pulled out your diary and flipped through the pages, reading the entries as quickly as possible. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed a torn piece of paper that had slipped out of your bag. You picked it up, it matched the paper in your diary. You flipped it over to see that it had a name written on it. Haruto.
Was that this guyâs name? Who was he to you? Darn it, why hadnât you written more?
You quickly filled the cup with ice and walked out filling the cup with cold brew. You grabbed the marker and scribbled Haruto on it. You walked back over to the cash register. This guyâs eyes were practically glittering in anticipation. Was it normal for someone to get this excited over a coffee?
âIâve got one iced americano for Haruto?â you said.
If his eyes were glittering before, they were practically flashing light strobe lights at a nightclub now. A matching beaming grin on his face. âYes! Y/N itâs fate. We ran into each other again!â
âRight. Yeah, of course. What are the odds.â
âDo you have a minute?â
âUm, Iâm working right now. Iâd rather not get in trouble. Maybe another time?â
Haruto swiveled around, eying the cafe. âIt looks pretty empty to me. I donât think youâd get in trouble if you came out for a second just to keep me company.â
âStillâŚâ
âIs your manager even here right now?â
âNo.â
âThen come on. Just come out for a second.â
You looked around the cafe, cursing at how vacant it was. You tugged at your sleeves for a second before answering. âFine.â
You followed Haruto out from behind the counter. He walked over to a table and pulled a seat out from underneath the table. He smiled as he waited for you to sit down. You walked over to the table and turned around. Haruto slid the chair underneath you as you moved to sit down. Once you were seated Haruto ran around to the other side of the table and sat down.
âHow are you? How have you been?â Haruto asked.
You stared at the boy sitting in front of you. He was so handsome. âIâm doing well. How about you?â
âIâm good. I was in the area because I needed to go to the hospital.â
Your ears perked up. âWhy were you at the hospital?â
âWhy do you wanna know? Are you worried about me?â
You didnât say anything. You just stared at Haruto. Haruto cleared his throat and looked away for a second. âIâm just playing with you. I went to get a physical.â
You nodded, tracing the patterns on the tablecloth.
âI needed one for lacrosse tryouts.â
âLacrosse? What is that?â you asked. Haruto thought the way your nose scrunched in confusion was adorable.
âI told you about it last time! Remember? Itâs this sport that Americans like to play. I had never heard of it in Japan either.â
You didnât remember. âRight.â
Haruto couldnât understand the dynamics of the conversation. He watched as you avoided eye contact with him and intensely focused on tracing the pattern of the table cloth. Then you would stare out the window of the cafe, it almost appeared as if your eyes were glazed over. âWhat are you always writing about in your notebook?â
Your head spun over to look at him so fast, you thought you might have gotten whiplash. âWhat?â
âYour notebook. I remember in school back in Japan I always saw you either writing things down in a notebook or reading the same notebook. Whatâs in it?â
âUm, nothing. Donât worry about it.â
âWhy? It canât be that bad. I promise I wonât laugh no matter how embarrassing it might be.â Haruto said. Leaning forward over the table so that he was in your face.
âForget it.â You said, leaning back and looking away. You glanced over at your bag that was perched far back behind the counter and breathed a sigh of relief. âLook. I gotta go. Iâm supposed to be working right now. I think you should go now as well.â
You stood up from the table so quickly that the chair you were sitting on toppled over. You didnât bother to turn around and pick it up. You walked back towards the counter without looking back.
Haruto watched you as you walked away. He narrowed his eyes when he saw you grab your bag and walk to the back of the cafe. There was only one thing on his mind as he walked out of the cafe. Your notebook. What was in the notebook?
You frantically flipped to todayâs page in your notebook. In all caps with your boldest, darkest black marker you wrote at the top of your notebook. âBeware of Haruto. Tall, Handsome. Asked about notebook.â
Then you shut the notebook and exited the back room, breathing a sigh of relief when you noticed that the cafe was vacant once again. You walked over to the cafe table where you had previously sat and picked up the chair that had fallen over when you had left the conversation.
The next day at school Haruto was deep in thought. What could possibly be so important about a notebook? When Hanbyul shoved him, Haruto shrieked as he fell out of his chair. âDude, what the hell is your problem?â
âWhat are you thinking about? You look like youâre thinking so hard that your brain might break.â
âDo you have an important notebook? Is that like something girls do?â
âYou mean like a diary?â
Haruto snapped his fingers and looked up. âYes! Exactly like one of those. Do you have one of those?â
âI did when I was younger. I donât keep one anymore though. Why do you ask?â
âMy friend. The one from home, Y/N? I think she has one. I asked her about it yesterday and she got all dodgy and weird.â
âAh, well. Back when I did keep a diary it held all my dirtiest secrets. I donât think I would want to share it with anybody or for anybody to know about it. Not even now, and as an elementary schooler I really donât think I had any secrets worth keeping.â
âIt was so weird. She got so defensive over it. I didnât realize bringing it up would be such a touchy subject.â
Hanbyul shrugged. âDifferent things matter to different people. Are you ready for tryouts? Theyâre coming up soon arenât they?â
Haruto nodded. âAsahi, Mashiho, Yoshi, and I have started going to that gym that you recommended. Lacrosse is actually pretty fun. Mashiho is the best though. Are you coming to tryouts?â
âOf course I am. Iâm practically making you go so itâs only fair that I be there to see how you do. I reserve the right to totally make fun of you if you embarrass yourself though.â
Haruto rolled his eyes. âYeah, whatever.â
Soon enough it was the first day of lacrosse tryouts. Haruto had frequented the cafe that you worked at in hopes of getting the chance to speak to you again. Unfortunately, what he didnât know was that you had quit the job and diligently stayed home and studied.
Haruto was agitated at the thought of not being able to speak to you again. When he tried to sit down and rationalize it himself he couldnât make sense of it. A year ago he despised you for not knowing his name. You know his name now, right? What more did he want from you?
âHaruto? Haruto! Hello? Are you even listening to me?â
Haruto turned to look at Hanbyul. âHonestly no, sorry. Whatâs up?â
âI feel bad for how I treated Jeongwoo. You were right, avoiding him was not the right thing to do. But why hasnât he said anything to me?â
âLook I canât tell you whatâs going on between the two of you any better than you can. My assumption is that heâs a bit hurt and confused at the moment by how youâre acting and he doesnât want to make things any worse than they are.â
âCanât you say something to him?â
âMe?â Haruto looked up from his stick that he was re-taping. âWhat do you want me to say to him?â
âI donât know. Just...just get him to react.â
Haruto scoffed. âIf you want me to do that I can but again I feel like itâs not going to produce the results that you want. Like I think if I say anything things are gonna go really sour so I think you should think long and hard about this.â
âHaruto!â
âLook, I gotta go. Tryouts are starting.â Haruto said, turning away and walking onto the field. He didnât miss the hard stare coming his way from Jeongwoo. Haruto ignored them and focused on his gameplay. Lacrosse had actually become really cathartic for him and he found that he really wanted to make the team.
Haruto noticed that the coaches seemed to be reacting favorably to how he was playing. He also realized that Jeongwoo was also really good but he played really aggressively, like he had something to lose. At the end of practice Haruto figured his hunches must have been correct because the coaches called him over to speak with him.
âIâm sure you know Varsity tryouts were this morning, all of your friends from Japan did great as did you and so weâre thinking about pulling you up to varsity. So tomorrow I want you to come early and try out with the varsity team, alright?â
Haruto beamed and nodded.
âGood work son.â The coach slapped Haruto on the shoulder. He did his best not to fall over. Thankfully the coach didnât notice.
Haruto walked off the field and headed towards the school parking lot. Just as he pulled his phone out to call someone for a ride home his phone pinged, he tapped on the notification to see that it was a message from Mashiho.
Mashiho: Haruto have JV tryouts ended?
Haruto: Yes, I just finished
Mashiho: Cool. Have you found a ride home yet?
Haruto: No, do you know anyone who can come get me?
Mashiho: Ya, a lot of the guys on varsity can drive. Junkyu is over now but he offered to come pick you up.
Haruto: Junkyu?
Mashiho: Heâs trying out for the varsity team. Heâs cool. Kinda goofy but cool. Iâll come by with him.
Haruto: Alright, thanks dude.
Mashiho: Np.
Haruto checked the time on his phone before putting it back into his pocket. 6 P.M. Would you be at the cafe? The last few times he had gone by he hadnât seen you. He put the thought away when a car appeared in front of him. The window rolled down and Mashiho cheered when he saw Haruto. âGet in the car! You smell!â
âShut up and unlock the door Mashi.â The car door clicked open and Haruto hopped into the backseat. There was a large dude sitting in the driverâs seat who kept fidgeting with a bunch of random controls.
The guy turned around with a giant grin on his face. âHello! Iâm Junkyu. You must be Haruto! Nice to meet you!â
Haruto bowed. âHello. Yes, I am Haruto. Nice to meet you as well.â
âRuto! How were tryouts?â
âThey were really good. Coach pulled me over at the end of tryouts and told me to come early tomorrow morning and try out with the varsity team.â
âDamn! You must be so good!â Junkyu said from the driverâs seat. Haruto tried not to be concerned by the way Junkyu was driving. His head kept swiveling from left to right. âDid you guys play sports back in Japan? All of you were insane at tryouts today!â
âWe all played football. I think Mashi and Yoshi played basketball as well.â
âFootball? Do you mean football football or soccer football?â
âEh?â
âDo you kick a ball or do you carry a ball?â
âYou kick it. Duh. Why would you carry a ball? Thatâs just dumb.â
âAmericans call a totally different sport football. Donât worry about it too much. But itâs awesome that you guys are so good.â
âWell to be fair, we were told about that Lacrosse Club and we had a few training sessions every week leading up to try outs.â Mashiho said.
âAhh! Howâd you hear about that? A few of us have been playing on their club teams for a while.â
âMy friend told me about it. Sheâs the person responsible for me in the foreign exchange students program. Hanbyul?â
âOh! I know who youâre talking about. Her brother was a legend at this school. He was a top recruit since his sophomore year here. But right before the most important game of his senior year he tested positive on a drug test and he couldnât play. It totally turned him, his team, and the school around. He got dropped by the college that was recruiting him. But I heard he struck a deal with a pro-team and I guess heâs been training with them. The dude was in a league of his own.â
âDamn. Thatâs insane.â
âYeah, our school takes lacrosse pretty seriously. The best players at our school get recruited to some of the best schools so itâs a great opportunity.â
Haruto knew there were probably more important things to be thinking about in this conversation but he couldnât help but wonder if he could get you to come to one of his games.
The second day of tryouts Haruto was absolutely on fire. His shorts were shart, his passes were quick, and his steps were light. The varsity team was definitely of a different caliber but Haruto found the challenge fun. It was nice to be able to play with the rest of the Japanese boys as well.
At the end of varsity tryouts the coach pulled him over, âyou were great out there today. How are you feeling?â
âIâm feeling alright coach.â
âUp for a few more hours?â
Haruto paused, but then nodded. He wasnât in a place to argue with his coaches. âSure.â
âGreat. Then I want you to continue through JV tryouts. Grab some water and then head back out onto the field.â
âAlright coach.â
Haruto jogged out to the edge of the field. He was surprised to see Hanbyul sitting at the edge of the bleachers. âWhatâs up?â
âHey, what are you doing here?â
âWhat do you mean what am I doing here? I came to watch your second day of tryouts.â
âAre you sure youâre here to watch me?â
âShut up. Why are you all sweaty already?â
âCoach had me try out with the varsity team today.â
Hanbyulâs eyes widened. âDang, you must be awesome. The last two boys that made it onto the varsity team as sophomores were my brother and his best friend Bobby.â
Haruto shrugged. âThe game is fun. It would be awesome to play on varsity.â
The coach blew his whistle, signalling all the players to come back out onto the field. Haruto turned around and gathered around. Every so often throughout the day Haruto ran back to the bleachers where Hanbyul sat. His bag was stowed away there as was his secret stash of Coca-Cola. It probably wasnât smart to be drinking Coke in the middle of tryouts but every so often he needed a pick-me-up.
âYou need to quash that habit.â
âYeah yeah.â
At the end of the day the coach told Haruto to wait for him inside his office. So Haruto did just that.
âSo whatâd you think about tryouts today?â Coach asked.
âIt was intense.â
âYeah, what did you think of the way the varsity team played?â
âThey were quicker, sharper, and more nimble.â
âGood observation. Do you think you were good enough to play on their level?â
âYes.â
âOkay, then answer me another question. If you had to pick another player from the JV tryouts today to pull up to Varsity who would you pick?â
Haruto thought about it for a second. The answer was obvious. The only other person who seemed to put up a fight with him was âJeongwoo.â
âGood guess.â The coach laughed. âI donât know what they feed you kids in Japan. But all four of you are good.â
There was a knock on the door. Haruto turned around to see Jeongwoo. He smirked when he saw the sour expression on Jeongwooâs face. But it was gone once he had walked into the room and stood adjacent to Haruto.
âThe two of you have demonstrated amazing capabilities and I am considering pulling one of you up to the varsity team. Take this opportunity seriously. Tomorrow is the last day of tryouts.â
The last place Haruto expected to run into you was at the hospital. The last thing you were expecting at the hospital was for a dude to come up behind you and scare you. It was horrible, you canât remember the last time you screamed so loudly, let alone at a public place.
âWhat are you doing here Y/N?â
âUh, Iâm-â you hesitated, trying to craft an answer that was vague enough that you wouldnât have to tell the whole truth but not vague enough that he wouldnât continue to ask questions. But thankfully Haruto seemed to take it upon himself to fill the silence.
âLook, I just wanted to say Iâm sorry that I totally misjudged you when I first met you? In fact, I thought I hated you.â
Alarm bells went off in your head. Was it normal for a person to come to you and tell you they hated you? âUh, thanks?â
But Haruto continued. âBut I wanted to say I totally read you wrong. Youâre actually really cool. And I wanted to say thank you. For remembering my name.â
That was the first time someone had ever said that to you. You stared at him blankly unsure of how to respond.
âHaruto! Haruto! Haruto! Please report to waiting room 105, the doctor is ready for you now.â The voice over the loudspeaker belted.
âWell, thatâs me.â Haruto said with a soft smile on his face. He got up and waved goodbye to you before heading to the back of the office.
Once he was safely out of sight you pulled out your notebook. Your face paled once you flipped through it a few times. You thought about what to do. What did this guy want? You wrote out all these questions in your notebook. Then you came to a conclusion of what to do and wrote that down in your notebook as well.
You ripped out a piece of paper from your notebook and scribbled your number on it. Then got up to the receptionist desk. âHi, I donât know if youâre allowed to do this. But when that guy Haruto comes out. Would you mind giving him this?â
You handed the sheet of paper over to her, the receptionist gave you a look and then a wink before accepting the sheet of paper. You figured that meant she accepted, so you waved goodbye and left the hospital.
âExcuse me sir!â The receptionist lady called out to Haruto as he was about to head out of the doctorâs office. What felt and looked like a nasty possible sprain on the lacrosse field just turned out to be a measly bruise.
Haruto approached the reception desk. âThere was a young lady earlier. She asked me to give this to you before you leave.â
Haruto looked at the slip of paper. His eyes widened into the size of large gumballs when he realized what was on it. He felt like his heart would explode. But then his mind pumped the brakes, he wasnât ungrateful, but why did you give him your number?
On the way back home you second guessed your decision at least 30 times. Why did you give him your number? The only reason you could think of was that you didnât want to not know the guy. Contrary to what your mind and your diary told you. Your heart didnât want to give him up. Maybe it was selfish and confusing, who knew? But who cared?
Harutoâs excitement was cut short when he finished punching your number into his contacts. Before he could even send a message to you, his phone rang. Hanbyul.
âHey Hanbyul, whatâs up?â
Haruto became alarmed when he heard a sniff and a muffled sob. âHaruto, I miss him.â
Haruto sighed. âHeâll come around soon.â
âIs there nothing you can do to make him come around sooner?â
âHanbyul. If all goes well heâs going to be my teammate. Plus, what could I possibly say to change things?â
âI donât know. He probably thinks thereâs something going on between us.â
Haruto paused. âIs that why youâre friends with me?â
âNo, no I swear itâs not. Youâre an amazing person and youâve been an amazing friend.â
âHanbyul.â
âI know, Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have said anything. Iâm sorry.â
âI donât like what youâre asking me to do. But you are my friend. If youâre really sure this is the way you want to go about it.â
âIâm- Iâm not sure. I just need things to change.â
On the third day of tryouts Haruto was in a funk. And it showed. The events of yesterday night haunted him, he was happy to see you but he was sorry for Hanbyul. Haruto didnât really like to fight with anybody, but he found her requests unreasonable and the questions she asked about you probing and uncomfortable.
It seemed as if Jeongwoo was the same way. Haruto gave into the niggling voice inside his head and said probably he shouldnât have said. âYouâre gonna lose your girl to me and now youâre gonna lose your spot on the team to me?â
It pushed Jeongwoo off the edge and the two of them went at it. Haruto played ferociously and aggressively. As did Jeongwoo. The game ended when Jeongwoo illegally body checked Haruto.
âDude what the hell is your problem?â
âNo, whatâs your problem? Your comment back there? Absolutely uncalled for.â
Valid. But Haruto wasnât going to admit that. âPlease. Pull your head out of your ass. Youâre hurting your friend. Talk to her.â
Haruto stood by as he and Jeongwoo got scolded for their behavior. Eventually, tryouts ended with neither one ending up on the varsity team. Haruto knew he probably should have been more bothered but he wasnât. He had other things on his mind.
When Haruto exited the office he saw Hanbyul waiting outside. She turned to look away from Jeongwoo back to Haruto. Tired and hopeful that their saga would end, Haruto smiled and jutted his chin out towards Jeongwoo. Hanbyul smiled and ran after Jeongwoo.
Since the fateful day you have Haruto your number. Whenever he had a free moment he would ask to see you. After each time you saw him, you thoroughly wrote down everything that had happened in the day. You didnât want to forget.
A few Mondays ago, you went to get ice cream together. âWhatâs your favorite food, Haruto?â
âMe? Anything unhealthy.â
You whacked him on the arm for that.
âOw! What was that for?â
âFor being a stupid teenage boy. And because Iâm jealous of your metabolism.â
A couple Thursdays ago, Haruto asked you if you wanted to go watch a movie with him. The Uber and the weather didnât quite work out. âSorry we missed the movie by 45 minutes. But on the bright side, itâs not raining anymore!â
You laughed. âI guess youâre right. What should we do instead now that weâre here?â
Haruto looked around. He pointed at the grassy meadow. âWe should just lay down on the grass and look at the stars.â
âThe grass is wet.â
âLook, they're selling plastic tarps over at that convenience store. Letâs just buy one.â
âOkay.â
Haruto paid for a plastic tarp and spread it down out on the grassy meadow. The two of you laid on the ground parallel to one another. Until Haruto turned to you âcan I hold you?â
You felt your face flush and you looked away. You hesitated for a few moments but eventually Haruto smiled when he heard a soft âyeah.â
So he moved his arm as you lifted your head to rest on top of it. You curled into him as his arm wrapped around your upper body. Harutoâs stomach exploded in butterflies. Your face was on fire. But the two of you were happy, blissful.
Last Friday night Haruto asked you to come to one of his lacrosse games. âY/N, this is my friend Hanbyul. Hanbyul, this is Y/N.â
âY/N?â Hanbyul stared at you eyes wide. Like she knew something. She looked like she wanted to say something but she held it in. You wondered what it was, but decided not to think too much about it.
Hanbyul was sweet. She kept you company throughout the game. But she was an aggressive cheer-er. Most of her attention was spent yelling at the field. Her energy was contagious and by the end of the game you were standing on the bleachers cheering âGo Haruto!â
Now it was Saturday and the two of you had finally gone to see the movie that you had meant to see a couple Thursdays ago. You clasped onto the arm that Haruto had held out for you as you exited the movie theater. âThat movie was so good! It was so crazy!â
Haruto laughed. âYeah it was okay.â
âJust okay? You didnât like it?â
âNo, I liked it. It wasnât bad. But I feel like there were better movies from this cinematic universe you know?â
âYeah I guess.â
âWhich one was your favorite?â Haruto asked.
âHuh?â You looked up at Haruto to see him looking down at you. You turned away. âUm. Would you wanna come back to my place?â
âHuh?â Haruto wasnât normally caught off guard but this time he was.
âI mean. Not like that. I just, I donât know Iâm not ready for the night to end and I figured since my place is close by we could just go back and chat.â
Haruto smiled. âYeah, that sounds nice. Letâs go.â
Soon after the two of you arrived at your place, Haruto got situated on the couch and after making sure he was properly settled in. You had gotten up to go fetch your drinks. Haruto spotted your notebook sitting on the edge of the coffee table. He glanced over to see that your attention was fully occupied on making your drinks. Haruto turned back to stare at the notebook. No. The notebook was staring at him. Haruto knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldnât peek.
But he couldnât help it. Every time he saw you he either saw the notebook with you or he saw you writing the notebook and every time he even remotely looked in its direction you guarded it with your life. This could be his only chance.
And so, Haruto grabbed the notebook. He flipped through it and saw that it was very meticulously dated. Upon closer inspection he noticed that each entry was timed as well and every timed entry had extensive details about what you saw, what you talked about. Then he flipped backwards and found one page not like the others.
This page wasnât dated. Instead, it was titled. Haruto. Harutoâs eyes widened. Every line of his designated page was filled. There were things about him on there that even he hadnât realized he had said. Why had you written all these things down? All these details didnât seem that important to him. They were like things that were probably easily remembered. Or things you could ask him about, heâd answer if you ever asked him about.
Just as he was about to continue flipping through the pages of the notebook. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
An index card fluttered out of the notebook right at Harutoâs feet. Haruto bent down to pick it up. But in a panic you kicked his shin and as he howled and grabbed onto his leg you snatched the card. âWhat the hell Y/N?â
âNo. I should be asking you that. Iâve made it abundantly clear that this notebook is not to be touched. Itâs incredibly private to me.â
âWhat is it? Why is it so important? I asked Hanbyul what it might be and she just said it was probably a diary. What is so special about yours?â
âWhat is so special about mine?â you were so angry you felt like your head was about to pop. While your head didnât pop. Your mouth certainly did. âWhat is so special about mine? This notebook? This notebook. Is my memory. I donât have a memory.â
You tossed the card at Haruto. He picked it up and read the words on the card as you spoke.
âAt age 13 you were involved in a very traumatic car accident. The accident left you in a coma for two weeks. After you recovered from your coma you were diagnosed with anterograde amnesia. From that day on, you no longer have the ability to make memories. The memories you make within a day will only last until you fall asleep wherein your memories of the previous day will be wiped. Use your notebooks to keep track of your days. Use these notebooks to help you remember.â
You could hear your voice waver as you finished reciting the contents on the index card.
âY/N, I-â Haruto said. The world seemed grayer and grimmer. Everything made so much sense now. Why every time he spoke to you in school you had to ask for his name. Why sometimes you looked confused or blank when he mentioned something or attempted to crack a joke.
âSo now you know.â You whispered. You could feel your body start to heave, your breathing became heavy. The gravity of what you had just exposed started to weigh down on you. âYou need to leave. You need to leave and never come back.â
âY/N. I wish you would have told me.â
âWhy?â You snarled. âWhy would I tell you that? Each day I wake up I canât even remember who you are. Why would I have told you anything? Just so you could go around pitying me? Telling everyone else about me? Absolutely not.â
Haruto started to feel tears well up in his own eyes. He felt trapped in his own body as he watched your body fail yours. When he saw you collapse something snapped in his head and he got up and picked you up. One arm held you under your shoulder blades and the other below your knees.
âGet. Out.â you said in between wheezes.
âNo. Y/N. Iâm sorry. I donât want to. Let me help you.â
âGet. Out.â you said, barely conscious.
âY/N. Youâre scaring me. What do I do? How do I help you? Let me help you and Iâll leave you alone.â
Your eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Honestly, you werenât even sure what exactly was going on. Maybe it would be smart to have Haruto call your doctor before he left. âEmergency Numbers. Notebook.â
Haruto placed you down on your bed just as you had passed out. Haruto immediately ran back to the living room and grabbed your notebook that had fallen onto the ground. He flipped through it frantically. What page were the emergency numbers on? He saw them scribbled on the inside of the back cover. He grabbed his phone and dialed the first number listed at the top.
âHello? Is this Y/Nâs doctor? Sheâs just passed out and I donât know what to do. Iâm in her apartment right now. Someone please come help me.â Haruto hadnât even realized that tears had been streaming down his face until he saw wet splotches appear on the notebook. He wiped them quickly and sniffed. âThis is scaring me.â
âYes, this is Y/Nâs doctor. Iâm on my way over. Who is this?â
âHaruto. Iâm a friend of hers.â
âHaruto. You did good, son. Just wait. Iâll be there in a second.â
âDoctor. Is she gonna be okay?â
âHonestly I canât tell you right now. I have to check up on her. Right now Iâm in front of her door so you can let me in.â The call ended and Haruto opened the door.
âIs she in her room?â The stout man asked.
Haruto nodded and followed him back into your room. He tried to help the doctor but eventually the doctor turned to him and said âson, just relax. Give me some space. She should be fine. She had a panic attack, something must have worked her up. But sheâll wake up. But, it might be better if you arenât here by the time she wakes up.
âI understand, doctor.â
The doctor took a good look at him. Then nodded grimly before turning his attention back to you. Before Haruto could leave though he saw a stack of index cards, a roll of washi tape, and a pen sitting on your desk. He was still holding your notebook from earlier. He grabbed the materials and headed back out to the living room.
Before he left he scribbled out a note. Then pulled something out of his wallet and taped it to the back of the index card. He then taped the index card to the inside of the front cover before shutting the notebook and leaving it in the middle of your coffee table. He held in a sob as he got up. How had things gone so sour so quickly?
Haruto walked back over to your room and peeked in. Your doctor was still busy doting on you. So he turned around and exited your apartment. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Junkyu. âHey, can you pick me up?â
âYeah of course. Send me the address.â Junkyu said, trying not to be too alarmed by the tone of Harutoâs voice.
Eventually, you woke up. After reading the note that your doctor had taped to your hand explaining the situation you took a deep sigh. What a shit show. You needed to find the notebook your doctor had mentioned in his note.
It was sitting in the very middle of your coffee table. You flipped through the last few pages to read your entries. Your eyes started to water and you felt yourself get emotional. You could sense that you had grown close to someone. You read about yourself and how you felt about Haruto, but who was Haruto? For the most part you had made peace with your situation but for the first time in a long time, you began to feel frustrated. Angry. Cheated of a normal life that other 16 year old girls got to live.
Just as you were about to shut the notebook you noticed there were two index cards taped to the inside cover. The first one explained your situation. It was more or less what your doctor had just explained to you. But the second one was new. You lifted it up to your face and began to read it aloud.
Y/N,
If youâre reading this, I want you to know that you are the love of my life. My name is Haruto Watanabe and I am 16 years old. I met you for the first time in our freshman year of high school back then when we lived in Japan. We were only 14 years old. I used to be jealous of you, how you beat me in school every time even if just by a little bit. I also resented you because I thought you never bothered to remember my name.
By some stroke of fate, we both ended up in America. Whether by fate or not we saw each other a few more times and met up with each other and I really began to fall for you. You are the kindest, most beautiful, and genuine person I have ever met in my life.
I want you to know that even with your condition. My opinion and my feelings towards you have not changed. I want to be honest with you and tell you what I did and I hope in time you can read this and not feel angry.
Y/N, I did something bad. I invaded your privacy. You see, every time I saw you you fiercely guarded this notebook. Everytime I asked about it or possibly glimpsed at it you would react so strongly so eventually the curiosity of needing to know what was in the notebook killed me. And one day when your attention was occupied elsewhere, I read it.
It seemed like a regular diary to me but you caught me in the act and got upset with me. You explained to me your condition and I want you to know Iâm sorry. Iâm so so sorry I behaved so insensitively. If I were a more selfless man I would have left your life for good. But I am not. Iâve attached my school I.D. to the back of this card. On it has my name, my picture, and my phone number.
If you ever find it in yourself to forgive me. Please give me a call. I will always love you.
Love,
Haruto Watanabe
You flipped the back of the card over. Sure enough there was a school I.D. taped to the back. You pulled the card off and stared at it. The boy in the picture was handsome. He was tall. His height was 6â2â. You scoffed, at least you had good taste.
You saw his phone number at the bottom. You pondered over whether or not to call him, what would you even say to him? Where would he even fit in your life?
These were the questions that ran through your mind as you pulled your phone out and dialed his number. You stared at the numbers as you recited them aloud again. Your thumb hovering above the green button.
now this. is amazing.
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