Agatha Gazes Up At Him, Taking In The Way He Looks At Her, The Gentleness Of His Smile, The Light In

agatha gazes up at him, taking in the way he looks at her, the gentleness of his smile, the light in his eyes. has he always looked at her that way? has it taken her this long to see it? in her defense, she never could imagine someone looking at her as he does now, like she's his whole world. she wishes she'd noticed before, even when the two were teens still in high school, even when her own feelings were beginning to develop into something more than friendship.

she swallows and wrings her hands, nervous. " you... you know what i want to ask, don't you? " a single question has been on her tongue for years: do you think you could have feelings for me? but agatha never asked, assuming he would laugh at the notion of having feelings for her. she feels awful for doubting him and assuming the worst of her dear friend. her dear friend that has protected her, stuck up for her, helped her when she needed it the most. how could she assume that of him? that he would belittle her and make fun of her. shiro was one of the few people she trusted in high school, and perhaps the only person she told about being a faerie. no, she's sure he is the only person she told. he's the only person she trusted, and still trusts, so deeply.

agatha looks away briefly and then back up at him. " could you... do you have feelings for me, shiro? b-because i have feelings for you a-and i feel like i'll go crazy if i keep these feelings repressed any longer than they already have been. "

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she really does want to believe that. she wants to believe it so badly, but agatha knows he can't be at her side for all hours of their school day. " i-i know you're t-trying, but you— y-you d-don't have to come to my d-defense all the time. i-i know you go out of your w-way f-for me, shiro, a-and i don't need you to. " the faerie just doesn't have the heart to tell him that the bullying only gets worse the moment they know he isn't there to save her. she doesn't need him to step in for her anyway, she just... she just has to make it through to the end of the year and then she'll be free from them, from all of this.

agatha gets up from the floor, drying her eyes. " i-i have to get to my l-last class. i'll s-see you tomorrow, y-yeah? " she manages a smile before hurrying off.

agatha moves the kitchen curtain aside to look outside, smiling upon seeing how sunny it is. she was wondering just what they could do today, but now she has the perfect idea. " mairi, h-how about you and i go to the beach today? w-we c-could pack sandwiches, drinks, and s-some fruit cups! we could walk along th-the waters' edge a-and— and m-maybe find some seashells! "

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" Need any help out here? " Peeking out from a pillar she approaches, gathering fabric of her gown into her palm. Away from the masses and unfamiliar faces, the cool night is strangely welcoming. She finds the faerie tending to the gardens, soil between her slight hands. A smile tugs at her lips, heels discarded beside the grass as she edges closer to crouch beside Agatha. " May I? " (for Aggie in her royalty verse. <3)

agatha's gaze lifts when she hears the sound of ryu's voice, the sparkle returning to her eyes upon seeing her move closer and crouch beside her. she gives a small nod, moving aside a little to let her help her plant these tulips in preparation for spring. " i-i w-would've planted these tomorrow, b-but the party was getting o-overwhelming. " she smiles sheepishly, her cheeks flushing a little in mild embarrassment. but ryu knows how the faerie princess feels about parties. small ones are bearable, but the one happening right now in the castle? it's just too much. still, her mother was really living up to her title of 'faerie queen' by celebrating the end of winter and the beginning of spring. it happens every year.

" i w-wish i could g-get u-used to them. th-the— the parties. " agatha laments quietly, moving to sit on the grass now. she draws up her knees and hugs her legs. " i just... don't f-feel like i b-belong, you know? "