FairyTail1967

The blonde delinquent walked along the sidewalk, bored, love-stricken, and miserable. Every thought tortured him, because each one was filled with her; but her thoughts were not filled with him, or so he believed. "Dam it!" Yoshiki punches a poor lamp post. Why is she so dam dense? he wonders. Keeping his gaze on the cement pavement with his arm outstretched forward, his knuckle to the cold metal, the blonde thought he saw a familiar figure pass by--from the corner of his eye--on the opposite sidewalk. Quickly looking up, he meets the stare of Ayumi whose eyes dart to the side, averting eye contact. Trying but failing to stop the surfacing l