Another reupload, harrah!

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"I hate this." (Y/n) groaned to himself as he looked towards his crush. 

"The one girl I've liked for far too long just happens to never talk to me." He muttered sadly to himself as he looked down at his work.

"All I want is for my one crush to make some eye contact with me. Maybe then I can get over her, cause I cannot imagine me being with her." (Y/n) sighed to himself again as he started working. "I will never end up in a relationship with someone on her level. Like, I might as well be a damn peasant when I'm standing next to her..." He continued to write down on his paper as the library became oddly loud, more people seemed to be there compared to normal.

"I mean damn I've probably got a problem. I've literally said she could sit on my face and meant it. Like... what is my problem?" (Y/n) chuckled to himself as he looked up and around, seeing the extremely crowded library, he decided it was about time he left.

"Well, I guess it's about time I left." He got up and made his way out of the library.

"Don't go, Darling..." Makoto looked up from her book as (Y/n) left the library. She gripped down hard onto her pencil as she rubbed her thighs together. "I'm almost positive that he looked at me!" She looked to see that (Y/n) left a pencil at his table. She quickly made her way out of the library after making sure to grab her supplies and the pencil that (Y/n) left.

"I will make sure this is covered in my scent!" She giggled to herself before quickly making her way home, (Y/n) constantly on her mind.

She didn't think about anything else as she stripped and... took care of her herself.

Makoto had been absolutely infatuated with (Y/n) for years. They hadn't interacted before, but she would love to observe him from far away, sometimes even sending her few friends to talk to him and just see how he'd react.

On one day, everything became about (Y/n) to her.

Wanting to change her sister's heart?
Because (Y/n) could be hurt if she didn't.

Wanting to become a respectable woman?
Because (Y/n) shouldn't be brought down by a whore of a wife.

Wanting to study?
Because (Y/n) wouldn't love an idiotic woman.

The list goes on and on. She saw (Y/n) as perfect, so she wanted to work as much as possible on his level.

(Y/n) on the other hand, saw Makoto as a upstanding girl who he really wished he could ask out.

(Y/n) liked Makoto for her extremely diligent personality, but he also liked her for just who she was.

(Y/n) got home and worked out a little bit, took a shower, and went to sleep, but not before he... took care of himself while thinking about Makoto.

The next day he awoke to more information on his television about the Phantom Theives. "Those people, I wonder if they're realistic with themselves? I wonder if they are the best forms of themselves. I wonder if they are good enough for Makoto?" (Y/n) spoke to himself, but then he realized what he said.

"I must be obsessive over her. I talk about her when she's around, when she's not, and even I add her to things that have absolutely nothing to do with her. Jeez, I would never have a chance at her with how I act." (Y/n) sighed to himself as he quickly got something to eat and made his way to school.

"Starting today, I'm going to do- nothing." (Y/n) interupted himself. "I should just focus on my studies, and try to move on with my life." (Y/n) held his head up high and began to walk with a bit of confidence in his step.

"Excuse me (Y/n)." The voice of an angel spoke from his right side. He slowly absorbed who's voice it was, and then froze up. "That's Makoto! Why is she talking to me?! Did I do something wrong? I don't think so, why would she need to talk to me?!" A million thoughts went through (Y/n)'s head every second.

"You left your pencil in the library yesterday. I, as Student Council President, can't allow a peer to fail when I could be stopped it." Makoto held out (Y/n)'s pencil and held up a straight face, not smiling at him.

"O-Oh yeah. Thanks Niijima." (Y/n) threw in her last name just to show his respect for Makoto. "It's no problem (Y/n)." Makoto quickly turned away and quickly walked off, not giving (Y/n) to speak anymore.

"...That's why I can't get over her, cause she's just...perfect." (Y/n) began daydreaming about Makoto in his next possible time that he could, his first class.

Makoto on the other hand, quickly went it go get some fresh air. Her face was painted red with as she thought about (Y/n). "He's cute, he's handsome, he's smart, I can't wait to show him to Sis!" Makoto held her face and blushed as she thought about him. "I need to ask him out, but I need to properly meet him first. While I know all about him, he doesn't know about me yet." Makoto recomposed herself and she went back into school, quickly getting to get class.

(Y/n) slowly dragged himself through the day, all while his mind was stuck on his small conversation with Makoto. Her professional voice was like an aphrodisiac to (Y/n)'s obsessive mind.

"Hey (Y/n)!" (Y/n) turned to see Makoto softly waving towards him. She knows my name?! Amazing..." (Y/n) nodded at Makoto, appearing to not fanboy at all.

"I've been wondering, if we could hang out an the arcade or something?" Makoto asked, her confidence beginning to wane near the end.

"Oh Uh, Y-Yeah." (Y/n) answered quickly, not bothering to hide his obvious shock.

Makoto giggled then walked closer to (Y/n), to the point of entering his personal space. "Maybe if I have fun, we can have some extra fun~" Makoto obviously hinted at something dirty, causing (Y/n) to blush intensely.

"Let's go tomorrow, at 6 p.m. I can't wait!" Makoto quickly gave (Y/n) a hug before running off.

(Y/n) just stood in place for a moment, slowly absorbing what just happened. "I... Did that just happen?" He took a few more second to collect himself before clenching his hand.

"Alright! It's time to shoot my shot!" (Y/n) quickly prepared to go out with Makoto, mentally at least.