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Back then in highschool, the day you said you’d go out with me was the happiest day of my life. I was so confused after I had confessed to you. I felt so embarrassed, I thought I’d die. Until you reached out to touch my hair. The most wonderful feeling. I loved you so much. Why did it have to change like that? Why did I have to disappear like that? The sound of your calm voice, the intense look of your eyes. You saying you love me again and again… Somehow it makes me regretting, I left you… Why does my heart beat that fast when I’m close to you?
“Oi! Onodera! Stop sleeping, you’re at work!” Takano-san hit him with a rolled up storyboard. Then he suddenly stopped in his steps and looked him deep in the eyes “Onodera are you okay? You look pretty much confused and why are you flushed like that?” Takano’s calm voice somehow made him angry. “I-I’m not! Stop imagine things” Ritsu shouted angrily. “However, please continue work now you can dream about me in your spare time!” Takano said with a little smile. Onodera went red again “I-I wasn’t dreaming about you! It’s not like that at all.” “Sure” Takano said with a kind of bored expression on his face. Onodera was pissed off. He turned his head to the laptop and started focusing on his proposal. “Just concentrate on work. Working. Working . Working.” The room was in complete silence, the only thing to hear was the monotonous typing of Takanos’ and Onoderas’ fingers on the keyboards. Onodera felt uncomfortable. Working all in silence with Takano-san sitting right in front of him he just felt embarrassed… why did he always, always have to dream about Takano? He just couldn’t stand it…
After a while Ritsu started feeling tired again. He stood up and stretched. “I’m buying a nutritional drink, you want some too?” He asked blushing again. “Nope I’m fine.” Takano answered without even looking up from his work. “Allright!” Ritsu said, somehow pissed off again. Takano-san was such a workoholic. He hurried up to get out of the room, as he left he made sure no one was around. Then he leaned his head against the wall and wrapped his arm around his body. His stomach ached. Why was his heart racing like this? Takano didn’t even touch him or sat close to him. He just stood there, totally confused, trying to calm down. Maybe – just maybe he really was in love with Takano. But how could that be possible? How could he have fallen in love with the person he used to date in highschool?
