A/N: *throws this to you then rushes to school* XD

I'll try to edit in the future. TTvTT

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Lately, Kise Ryouta's mind has been occupied with the girl he considered his friend. Apparently, 'Yukicchi' has been obviously avoiding him for three days now.

And for the reason for that, he had no idea.

For those two days, it was the famous Mashiro Keiichi, an alumnus of Kaijou High with the nickname of the Court Pierrot in the high school basketball world, who trained him. Kise would've been thrilled with the set-up if the albino girl was there, or if she wasn't purposefully avoiding him.

Whenever he had the chance to talk to her and approach her, she would always find a way to change the topic and leave. He'd only realize this a few minutes after their parting. Every time he'd realize it, he'd come to the conclusion that she didn't want to be his friend. That caused a stinging sensation in his chest and an upsetting feeling deep inside of him.

Also, he couldn't help but feel bothered whenever another guy would talk to her, and she'd converse with him with the usual friendly smile on her face.

"Oi! Kise-kun! Focus!" The photographer's voice brought his wandering mind to the realm of reality. He then realized that he was actually in the middle of a photoshoot.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" The model bowed apologetically with a sheepish smile. "How should I pose again?" he asked, trying to remember what was asked of him. Was he supposed to do a seductive pose or gentle-looking one?

The photographer stared at him for a moment then sighed. "You know what? Let's take a break for fifteen minutes. I'm getting hungry, anyway," he announced to the blonde model and everyone else working in the same session.

"Thank you, Okamoto-san!"

The photographer waved him off before walking towards his assistant and asking her to buy some food.

He took his phone and some money before walking out of the studio. As he strode to the building's little canteen, he checked his phone and found out that he had five unread messages. His expression turned from nonchalant to hopeful as he tapped on his phone's touchscreen to check them. As quickly as it appeared, his hopeful expression vanished. Two of them were from his eldest sister, and the other three were replies from his fangirls. None of them came from Mashiro. He sighed.

"Hm? Wait, Kise's depressed?! Is it the end of the world?!" 

"Gwaaah!" He jumped away from the speaker out of shock. 

She blinked, her long eyelashes following her eyelids. She raised one of her almost perfectly-shaped eyebrows as her thin pink lips curved into a lopsided smirk. She crossed her arms over her chest, her glittery pink polished nails showing. "Over-acting as ever~" she mused.

"That's mean, Kawaicchi!" Kise pouted childishly at the slightly shorter girl. "You came out of nowhere!"

"Excuuuse me! I was standing here the whole time. You were just busy with your phone!" she replied, her eyebrows arched and her hands now on her hips.

"Is that so...?" He then chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his blonde head. She sighed.

They walked together to his supposed destination. Apparently, Kawai Misa, a co-model a year older than Kise, was also on her break. She was messaging her boyfriend on her phone when she noticed him passing by her and emitting an unusually gloomy aura.

"So what's the problem?" she asked nonchalantly. This is actually pretty normal for her, since she's one of the people Kise complained to whenever he moped over his petty issues. Of course, in his eyes, his problems were life or death situations.

"She's not replying to my messages!" whined Kise, his golden orbs glistening with tears. He did send the same messages about what he was doing to the fans who were listed in his contacts, but he found himself sending more than usual during the past few days. Whenever his phone made an alert tone, he'd immediately look at it and get disappointed every single time. She never replied.

Kawai rolled her eyes. "Your girlfriend?" she asked, her lack of interest almost obvious in her tone.

A cute image of him and her walking beside each other hand-in-hand in casual clothes flashed into his mind. Overwhelmed with surprise over the idea, blood rushed to his face and his heart began to thump rapidly in his chest as he violently shook his head to erase the embarrassing picture. "K-Kawaicchi! She's not my girlfriend! We're just friends~!" he replied immediately, his face growing warm. What was he getting all flustered for?

She only stared at him with an eyebrow arched, confused with his reaction and strong denial. As if realizing something, a knowing smirk emerged on her face. "Okay, if you say so... Well, you have other friends you could talk to, right?"

"But it's not the same with Yukicchi!" was his immediate reply. He flailed and pouted. Well, she did have a point, but Mashiro didn't seem to be one of his fangirls-turned-friends. Actually, she didn't seem to be a fangirl from the start.

"Oh? Yukicchi? That's her name?" Kawai questioned, gaining dog-like nods from Kise. "Yuki...cchi...," she muttered, "Wait, you call her on a first name basis?" She looked at him with a brow arched and her lips curled up lopsidedly. He tilted his head as if it was perfectly normal. "Nice one, Kise!" She grinned proudly, then pat his back as if he was a little kid. "Aaanyway," she cleared her throat, "So you two are close?"

"Eh?" Kise thought. Apparently, their current relationship was only caused by her being related to the basketball team's former ace. Or maybe it was his curiosity when she cosplayed. Well, that didn't really matter. For him, she was already close enough to be considered his friend. "We are~" He grinned cheerfully. Then he remembered that she was avoiding him in purpose. His grin disappeared. Or not.

Kawai only continued smirking as they walked. "Then there's no problem, right? She's probably just busy," she replied, probably thinking that it was just Kise being clingy. 

"But it has been days!" he exclaimed then threw his hands in the air, gaining a surprised look from a woman who was passing by. Kawai shot the woman an apologetic smile.

"So it's more serious than I thought..." muttered Kawai. They went into the elevator, and Kise glumly pushed the button for the basement. "Well, did you do something annoying again?" The doors closed.

Kise's pout deepened. "Everything I do is annoying to you, Kawaicchi."

"Hm. Point."

He sighed again.

"Anyway," she started to away from the topic of him being annoying, "You weren't that depressed when Kana ignored you for almost a week," she stated, mentioning a younger co-model. It was just a childish fight that time, but Kana seemed pretty upset when Kise took her chocolate muffin.

He shrugged, remembering the memory from last year. He had to treat her to a cafe to make up for it. "What of it?" he asked, comparing it to what hapened with Mashiro. Somehow, Mashiro avoiding him seemed to be a bigger issue. He hated the heavy feeling.

"Nothing, nothing~" she sang as the doors opened. They went into the canteen where almost no one was around. Kawai ordered a latte while Kise ordered a vanilla milkshake. Upon getting what they ordered from the counter, the sat on one of the many vacant seats with their respective tables.

"Well, tell me more about this Yuki," she urged him as she took a sip.

"She's a really amazing person~" he replied almost instantly as he grinned. "She's cute and she cosplays, though she's kind of short. She also helps me practice and improve in basketball!" 

"Hm... Isn't that your type of girl?"

His heart jumped to the sky, blood rushing to his face. "E-Eh?!"

She rolled her eyes. "The type who won't bring you down. You said that in an interview. She's not bringing you down, so instead she's bringing you up." She stared at his slight flushing face then sighed. "You're hopeless~"

Now that he thought about it... Gwaaah~! All this time, she was actually in the category in his type of girl. "B-But we're friends!"

"So?" 

He didn't reply, consciously thinking about the past days when she substituted for her brother. She really is my type! He never really saw her that way, he just wanted to be close to her most of the time.

"Now see here, Kise." Kawai pulled him out of his thoughts as she tapped her pointing finger on the wooden table. A Cheshire Cat smirk was on her face. "Do you get really, really upset when you don't get her attention? Are you restless when she's around? Do you like staying by her side?"

He nodded violently.

"Do you get even more upset when she talks to other guys?"

He nodded again. "Like why is she talking to them and not me?!" He put his hands on his cheeks. "Wait... How'd you know, Kawacchi?! Are you perhaps a psychic?!"

She glared at him sharply. "I'm not, idiot." She shook her head again. "Kise, Kise, Kise. You're hopelessly hopeless. You really need someone to point it out to you, huh?"

"Point out what?" he questioned, suddenly curious. Maybe he did need someone who'd point it out. Even he was confused with what was actually going on with himself.

Her lips curled up into a meaningful smirk as her arms crossed in front of her chest. "You don't simply see her as a friend..." She ran her fingers through her long hair. He was about to protest, pointing out that she is a friend he could feel comfortable with, when she suddenly added, "You like the girl in a romantic way."