DenverSammy

This slice-of-life romance is about a girl named Yui Himitsu who tends to find people at their most vulnerable and notices the small details in life, along with a boy named Amari Isao who isn't all that great with people, making him lose interest in those around him. His unchanging facial expressions and tall stature deter others, which doesn't help his case much. 

After a chance encounter involving a Blue Raspberry Lemonade Soda, the two find themselves always somehow near each other. The only problem is that Amari Isao doesn't know who left him that drink, so he doesn't recognize Yui Himitsu when they cross paths. 

Will Isao figure it out? And when he does, what will come of their relationship?

*This story is available on Booksie, RoyalRoad, along with WebNovel under the my Username/Pen name DenverSammy*

***Note: The story is based in Japan during modern times. Many details are influenced by Japanese holidays and the academic calendar. Smaller details are more Western, with a mixture of American and Japanese common sense. This involves names, Surname first and Given name second. For further information I advise Google.*** 

This is a fictional story.

Blue Raspberry Lemonade

Isao trudged through the classroom doorway, following his classmates in a sleepy daze. As he approached his desk, something unusual caught his eye.

A small brown bag sat neatly on the surface. He glanced around, searching for any sign of who had left it, but no one seemed to be paying attention. Slowly, he took his seat, hesitating before picking up the bag. It had a surprising weight to it, the contents shifting slightly as he lifted it.

Curious, he peeked inside, revealing a can of Blue Raspberry Lemonade Soda. He pulled it out, turning it over in his hands. The cool metal pressed against his fingers, its familiar logo staring back at him. Before he could dwell on it, a small slip of paper fluttered from the can, landing silently on the floor.

He bent down to retrieve it. A lemon-shaped sticky note faced him, scrawled in neat blue ink:

Glad you feel better.

Isao blinked. His fingers ran over the note as he searched the bag for any other clues, but there was nothing else: no name, no explanation. He knew for certain it wasn't from his friends; they weren't the type to do something like this.

A light tap on his desk made him look up, it was Miya Kou. She stood next to his desk one hand stuffed into her red parka.

"She's sweet," Miya said casually, rolling a piece of candy in her mouth. "Came in early just to drop that off. Said it was a thank-you. Even gave me a candy for telling her where you sit."

Isao barely had time to respond before the teacher entered, calling the class to order. He stood for morning greetings, as he moved, the sticky note slipped from his desk again, fluttering to the floor. After sitting back down he sighed, picking it up; only this time, it had landed face-down.

There was more writing. The ink was the same shade of blue, but this message was different.

I'm happy you like this drink too.

A strange feeling settled in his chest. He flipped the note back and forth, reading both sides again. And then something clicked. There was a quiet kindness behind the gesture.

It was her. The girl from the stairs.

The person who had stayed with him on the stairs. The quiet presence that had kept him company as he cried. He had only caught glimpses of her shoes and the small tear in her tights, but he had never tried to find her. Until now, he hadn't even known where to start.

Slipping the can and note into his bag, Isao made up his mind. As soon as class ended, he was going to ask Miya who she was.

Pt. 5 - Lemon Sticky Note