based on the correlation chart i made for a fictitious drama i made.
two weeks later after school, umika is seated on the bleachers beside the school's track field.
there's a chemistry test tomorrow, so she's busy repeating the table of elements in order with her textbook in one hand. she stalls at copper, zinc.. gallium??-- before deciding she wants to take a break.
a whistle blows off in the distance, and her attention is caught by kento, fuma and two other members of the track team sprinting across the field. umika shuts her textbook and stretches her arms way up, off into the sky. when fuma finishes first, kento yells out.
"you're the worst as usual, nakajima!"
walking home from school along the riverside, umika watches in amusement as kento and fuma go off about how bad it was to bring her to track practice. she didn't have a bad time, but she figured humoring fuma for the time being wouldn't do harm.
kento sneered as he wrapped an arm around umika's shoulders. she felt his hand settle on her arm. "you see, you didn't even see umichan's eyes when she first saw me running." fuma rolled his eyes, kento hit his chest lightly, shh-ing him. "i felt it, too-- while you were on the bleachers cheering for me," kento titled his head low so he was facing her.
"..your words of encouragement, 'ganbare, kenchan! you're the coolest!'"
fuma made gagging sounds and complained about how lame he was. kento laughed, slowly withdrawing his arm from her shoulders. umika took notice of how gently he did it, making sure not to shock her. when she glanced up at him, he was already looking down at her…
"you guys, hurry up! i want oyakodon, okay! no objections!"
vii. sales talk
on tuesday, fuma takes umika to class 3-c.
he leans on the door and asks someone to call tamamori-senpai. umika feels self-conscious all of a sudden. fuma reassures her. a tall, serious-looking guy from the second row walks up to them. fuma introduces himself, then umika.
"senpai, the reason why we purposely came here is because-- kawashima-chan here, she's a pottery genius."
turns out, fuma has been a fan of umika's ever since he took interest in the unique vases by her front gate. ("whoa, those are really nice!" "really? thanks!" "eh? kawashima, you…made those?" "yeah! i used to make them all the time with my grandmother before i moved here.") and took it upon himself to introduce her to the pottery club's president.
umika, unable to digest her current situation, descends into a state of shock.
after a few sweet compliments ("senpai, your hair's looking real nice today!") and convincing sales talk ("kawashima-chan was president of her junior high's art club, too, you know! a brilliant individual like you, senpai!"), fuma manages to make tamamori-senpai agree to have umika sit in on one of their club sessions.
on the way back to class, umika squeals while thanking fuma, grinning from ear to ear while he smirks like it's not a big deal.
"umichan," kento starts. umika gives a small "hm?" slightly lowering her notebook. he looks up from his desk and watches as she adjusts herself so that she's facing him. they're in between classes, counting down the minutes before the next teacher comes. kento's looking at her like she's done something bad. umika starts feeling uncomfortable. she puts her notebook down.
kento sighs, "you didn't tell me you were joining the pottery club..."
umika is still confused, then annoyed, then apologetic. so it's that he was upset about.. but why is he? "kenchan..."
kento sighs again, reaching out a hand to mess up her hair. umika protests loudly. he pinches her cheeks and laughs when she gets mad. she readjusts her position so that she's facing front, but kento pulls his chair out to the aisle beside her. umika faces the window but kento finds a way to make faces at her through his reflection in the window. it doesn't take long for her to burst out laughing, forgiving him.
"it's unfair, ne. i can't stay mad at you for too long." he says, leaning back on his seat. he props up one leg on his seat and dangles his arm on it, all while looking at her-- thinking of what to say. "it's okay that you joined the pottery club, even though i wanted you to join the track team.. but it was my fault, too. i didn't ask you properly, so it's not like you betrayed me or anything..." kento bites his lip and hides his face with the back of his palm. "what am i saying.."