FOOLS


Was she an idiot or what?

Why did she overwork herself every single day? She was just a manager, my manager to be precise, then why bother doing others' work? I could tell she hated me, then why bother still working for me when I was being an arrogant jerk? She could've just asked to change models, like each one of my managers did eventually, but she didn't.

I never understood her behavior though. She would openly scoff at me. She would look at me with stone cold eyes and scrunch her nose in disgust every time others tried to throw themselves at me. Very weird.

Honestly, sometimes I found myself wondering how she would look if she smiled.

Maybe that's why I started leaving small notes on her desk.

And yes, she looked gorgeous every time she smiled at those silly notes.

So, I made it a habit.

What I didn't know that habits could be dangerous as well. I couldn't think straight the day she was absent from work. Down with a simple cold was what she had informed the label but I knew better. If it was so simple, she would be here – in front of me – limping if necessary.

And I was right. She was burning when I went to visit her. Too weak to even walk. I was sure that she couldn't taste anything, yet she ate everything I made her. We chatted that evening away, she would smile hearing my silly stories and my heart would stop every time she smiled. I was never a person who talked much but that day I found myself rambling. She rambled with me, making jokes, sharing stories. I wondered if she was speaking due to her cold, and if she would remember any of it but one thing for sure- that I won't forget a word she said.

She was kind, and I was an arrogant jerk who let her overwork herself everyday till she got a fever. Did I even deserve to have someone like her as my manager?

If she was so dedicated to her job, then I would have to succeed, by any means. That's the only choice right?

Working together day and night, I came to know her a lot. She hated coffee, that would explain why she looked like she was about to puke every morning handing me my drink. But still, she made sure to make it exactly how I liked it. Not too strong, not too weak, with one cube sugar and a drop of caramel.

I remember, one day we watched a horror movie, due to my selfish request of course, and by the half she was on the verge of crying, scared out of her wit. I could've never imagined that the headstrong, amazing Ayuzawa Misaki was scared of something imaginary like ghosts. Needless to say, I didn't leave her side that night. She slept peacefully. I couldn't sleep a wink.

"Misaki"

The mere name was starting to make me smile. I knew I was falling for her; yet I didn't stop myself.

Even between shoots, my eyes used to wander around to catch a glance of her. Our eyes would often meet, and she would look away. And I would find myself smiling.

But she was still a workaholic. So I had to succeed. That's the only way I could make her proud. That's the only way I could return the hardwork she did for me.

Little did she knew that I was pretending to be asleep every time we went out for a drive. Little did she knew that she was so breath-taking that I couldn't help but sneak glances towards her. Honestly though, why didn't I ever tell her that? What was I so scared of?

So I decided that I'll confess everything the day I succeed.

And I did so. But she cried. Where did it go wrong? I couldn't understand. Was it wrong to kiss her? But she kissed me back. I felt the passion.

But she never brought that topic again. Instead she looked away every time our eyes met.

Did I read it wrong? Maybe it was greedy of me to think that I could even have her in my life. Maybe I messed up everything we had. Maybe I shouldn't have grown so impatient.

She didn't bat an eyelash when the so-called engagement was announced by my family. I could've easily break it if she would just give me a clue. But she didn't. Instead, she congratulated me. Was she really that much of an idiot?

I could've gone to her and just speak my mind. But I didn't. I was scared of ruining our relation more. So, I said yes to everything that was happening. She definitely didn't care, then why should I care?

But now I regret succeeding. I regret thinking that we could have more. I regret that night in the backstage. Our old not so special routine was better, and I was a fool who ruined everything.

But still, I hope, I made her proud. Even if a little.


As you can see this is the same story, just in Takumi's POV. The story is named 'Fools' and hence both their povs.

Now I think I might have some explaining to do. I know everyone wants to see our main leads end up together, but honestly, I think not always people who love each other end up together. Often times people make mistakes, their insecurities get the best of themselves, fame ruin friendships- such stuff happens. We meet lots of people along the way, and we can hold onto very few. I really wanted to write something like this and that's why I wrote this two-shot. Here, both of them could've solve it out but they couldn't find the right timing as they both were scared of ruining everything, both of them were fools for not being completely honest with each other. And so they slipped away.

Also, thanks for the responses. They were great, and I'm glad that it made you all feel bitter, as it was supposed to. :)

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