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Mizuki Akiyama at first glance was like any middle school girl. Except she wasn’t. The way she stuffed her bra showed. Not knowing which bathroom to use? Been there, done that. Not being able to find anyone that accepted their whole identity, not just gender, but personality? Hard. They were often left out, and this gave them a lot of time to sit and let their mind take control. That was never a good idea.
But one of these days, she was bound to find something important. Some one important. A friend or a lover even.
This was until they met Rui. He was her senior, in the graduating class, and she almost envied him for that. There was nothing she wanted more then to transfer out and just leave this place already, and Ru felt the same.
For the first time, she felt understood.
Accepted.
All of her. Even the parts filled with Kleenex tissues and wearing the ‘wrong uniform.’
The two would often sit at the rooftop. They never faced the wall, and rarely faced each other. They were always looking down. Down at the ground. They knew what the others' eyes looked like. Insincere and empty. Dull even. And they both know why they both choose to look down, over the fence. The thought crossed their minds, but sure there must’ve been better and less painful ways to go about it.
Yeah.
Besides, what was the rush? They had eachother.
But no matter what they were bound to go back down.
Mizuki met a girl, and Rui met a boy. It was all they talked about. The boy apparently knew the girl by extension. How lucky. What a coincidence.
They believed it was fate.
Akiyama remembered the smell of grass— fresh, yet sickening enough to remind her of Elmer’s purple glue. She remembered the smell of flowers. Sweet, yet grassy, and it made her sneeze. She remembers eating all her favorite foods that day with Rui. And she remembered how Rui insisted on not eating the sandwich she gave him just because it had lettuce. The day they promised to stick together, but the other knew that was a lie.
They were quitteres. Hell-bound homosexuals even. There was no place in the world for them, and giving up was their ‘beacon of hope’. The next time Mizuki would smell that was going to be when she got flowers from the girl. The brown haired girl. They smelled.. sweet. Like pollen. But she didn’t sneeze, she wanted to look good for the girl. Mizuki was sure she found the love of her life. She was sure her world would turn upside down as soon as she left this hell hole. Maybe she’d even care less about her identity. And that would be because she felt accepted enough.
Now she slowly inched forward, stepping her foot in the concrete rail. She can’t believe she hadn’t noticed it. It was only half a foot or so off the ground, and a fence was attached. Why has he been absent lately? That fence was even taller than Rui, and that’s the tallest guy she knows— well, knew. Now he left. Maybe he finally left this hell, maybe he left permanently. Maybe the love of a student who went to a completely different school and comfort from a friend with similar issues just wasn’t enough.
She couldn’t blame him. How was she supposed to help a guy like him? She wasn’t even normal. And the mysterious boisterous blonde boyfriend Rui boasted about? Maybe he left Rui, like everyone else did. Maybe that’s why Rui left. Maybe that’s why Rui’s gone. Forever.
Now who would she ever live with? Who would she trust? Spill all her issues and troubles with? Who would she trust? The girl? She couldn’t possibly. Who knows what she’d say if she found out the truth about Mizuki. How she had to stuff her bra and wear the wrong uniform. Maybe she wouldn’t miss her if she just—