[ notes/ i forgot the context of this one. WHAT COOKIES?? DID SOMEONE GIVE HER COOKIES?? it's called WHITE DAY for some reason LMAOO ]

They were not unethical people. Neither of them were.

In fact, they could be quite mature and cool headed teenagers. Recently though, this was not the case. One of them was acting strange and passive while the other was a complete wreck, waiting desperately for some sort of sign. She gave him nothing, she just kept on torturing him.

He watched her every move, even the slightest change in the way she held her chopsticks would make his heart clench. There'd never really been anyone in the world that could render him such a pathetic mess of feelings and thoughts. Kazemaru had always seen himself as a very level headed young man, that could handle anything with a strong heart - but then she showed up. With her touch, her smile, her laugh, her voice, and just everything that made him weak in his knees.

When she had asked him to chat for a bit, he felt as if all the weight from his shoulders were lifted. This was perfect, they were going to work things out and get back to how things were before. Then, she gave him some sort of. . . Weak, sad smile. Only when they had stepped outside in the middle of the night, did he have an idea of what she as going to say.

They sat on the steps in silence for a while, staring at the dark blue sky. The glittering stars were much more visible at the camp rather than in the city. Kazemaru narrowed his eyes, why couldn't one of those damn stars grant his wish already?

His hands gripped the fabric of his sweatpants.

". . . Let's break up."

It hurt so much more hearing her actually say it. Maybe she didn't have feelings for him anymore, or by the grace of god it was something as simple as her grandparents thinking he was tacky.

It'd been near three years since he met her, they'd been together for about nearly one. One year was a really, really long time. But it just wasn't long enough, it wasn't long enough to be forever.

"No." He responded bluntly, staring at the concrete. "We're not breaking up."

". . ." Park furrowed her brows. She'd expected him to be a little less childish, but she wouldn't blame him. "With the team and Orion, these things will just keep happening."

He guessed she meant the whole 'getting reckless on the pitch' for one another, and off the pitch too. Punching the emperor was not a very good idea, no matter how angry she was at the time. Now Kazemaru wanted to rip his throat out, too. Yes, things were complicated, there was no doubt about that.

"I don't care. I can take it." The tealette shot back. "We're not breaking up."

"Ichirouta don't be so--" She stared at him, a small frown marring her features.

"Don't do this!" With a sudden outburst that actually scared her, Kazemaru grabbed onto one of her hands with both of his own. His eyes were glassy, just enough to make her feel terribly guilty already. "You're the kindest person I've ever met, you wouldn't- no you couldn't do this to me." He let out a defeated sigh, lowering his head but bringing her hand to his forehead.

"I'm sorry, I-" There was a crack in her voice, one that made him grip her hand tighter - because he knew what it meant. "I just don't want you to keep getting hurt because of me." Park was about to burst into tears any second. Her once serious face had been gone with the wind, how cruel she could be sometimes.

"I'm not hurt, what makes you think that?" Lifting his head, Kazemaru reached to take hold of her other hand as well. "You and I, we're stronger together. So let's just keep it that way, alright?"

"But," she sunk in her place. "The cookies."

"You're silly, you know that?" With a small chuckle, the tealette shook his head. "I'm not angry with you, I never was. I have so much faith in you." Every heartfelt gift of hers from lunchboxes to sweets to kisses to sweet nothings. It was enough to convince him that he was her one and only - plus that's how it seemed in his daydreams too.

"Thank you, so much." Rather than burying her face into her hands and crying a river, she shyly laced her fingers with his, barely smiling at the sight. ". . . I read in a book once, that the spaces between our fingers are there to be filled by our lovers." It was a strange position, to be holding hands like this, but neither of them had minded.

"We'll hold hands more often then, I promise."