Blush and Runaway - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 It had been a while since the final bell rang. The hallways of Kamiyama High School had gradually quieted down, and of the once-lively classrooms, only a few still had their lights on. Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka sat side by side by the window, their textbooks, notebooks, and unfinished homework spread across their desks. The setting sun streamed through the window, stretching their shadows long, and an occasional breeze rustled the papers at the corners of the desk. Luka propped her cheek on one hand and held her pen in the other, staring at the last math problem with a slight frown. "...Who came up with this problem, anyway? Did they really have to make things this complicated?" Gakupo, sitting beside her, stopped writing and turned to glance at her homework. "You've been staring at it for ten minutes." "I know that!" "And you've already erased the same equation three times." "Gakupo!" Luka looked up and glared at him. Gakupo wasn't intimidated in the slightest. Instead, the corners of his mouth curved up as he pushed his notebook in front of her. "Look here. If you reorganize the conditions, you'll find it's not that hard." He picked up his pen and wrote down a few steps in the blank space, patiently explaining the logic. Luka had meant to keep complaining, but as she listened, her gaze gradually sharpened with focus. "Wait... So I just move this term over first, then plug in this value?" "Correct." "Then what was I so worried about all this time?!" Luka immediately took her pen back and worked through it again. This time she quickly reached the right answer, and she even couldn't resist drawing a tiny mark at the end. "Done!" She dropped her pen on the desk and leaned back in her chair, a relieved smile on her face. Gakupo looked at her homework, then at his own notebook. "Congratulations. You finally conquered that problem." "You make it sound like I was dueling some terrifying enemy." "Weren't you? I personally witnessed the fierce war between you and your eraser." Luka looked down at the smudges left on her homework and was suddenly speechless. "...I kind of want to hide your notebook right now." "Then I'll just have to ask you to help me find it." "Who'd help you?!" Her words were merciless, but the corners of her lips couldn't help curling up. The two kept bickering like that until Gakupo finished the last problem and closed his notebook, finally declaring the day's schoolwork over. Luka started tidying the stationery on her desk, putting her textbooks into her bag one by one. Gakupo pushed his chair back under the desk and, in passing, picked up the eraser that had nearly slid onto the floor. "We're a little later than planned today," he said. "That's only because the math homework was so hard." "Mm, it's my fault." "It clearly isn't your fault. Why are you suddenly apologizing?" "Because then you'll stop complaining." Luka's hands stopped. She slowly turned her head and saw Gakupo calmly packing his bag, as if what he'd just said was perfectly ordinary. "...Have you been getting better at teasing people lately?" "Have I?" "You have!" Gakupo chuckled and didn't argue further. Once they had packed up and Luka was about to stand, Gakupo suddenly called out to her. "Luka." "Hm?" She had barely turned around when she saw him lean down slightly and lightly press a kiss to her cheek. The kiss came without warning, yet it was so gentle that she didn't even have time to think of dodging. Luka's eyes widened, and she froze on the spot. Gakupo drew back a little, his expression still composed, though his violet eyes held a smile he couldn't hide. "Good work today." He said it naturally, as if he had only straightened her hair for her. But Luka's cheeks quickly flushed red. "W-what are you doing all of a sudden?!" "Giving you a little reward." "Who wants a reward like that?!" She clapped a hand over the cheek he'd kissed. She wanted to put on a fierce expression, but her voice came out much quieter than usual. Gakupo watched her and didn't call out her flustered state, simply waiting quietly. After a few seconds, Luka stole a glance at him. He wasn't rushing her, and he wasn't joking anymore. He just stood in front of her, patiently waiting for her to decide for herself. This gentleness only left her more at a loss. Usually she could handle anything with ease and even often took the initiative to tease Gakupo, but whenever he was the one to approach first, she could never keep her usual composure. "...Um." "Hm?" "You can't just do that out of nowhere every time." "Okay." Gakupo agreed so readily that Luka was taken aback. She had thought he would keep teasing her, but he really didn't come any closer. So her gaze landed on his face, and a thought suddenly surfaced in her mind, one so bold that even she found it daring. Since he had already kissed her, she wasn't obliged to just stand here being shy. Luka took a deep breath and stepped forward a little. Gakupo seemed to sense her intention, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. "Luka?" "Don't move!" She ordered him with a red face. The next second, she quickly rose onto her tiptoes and kissed him back on the cheek. It was over so fast it took barely a moment. When she had steadied herself again, a brief silence fell between them. This time it was Gakupo who froze. He raised a hand and lightly touched the spot she had kissed, as if he hadn't fully processed it yet. Luka immediately retreated to her original spot, gripping her bag straps tightly with both hands and turning her gaze toward the window, as though not looking at him would let her pretend nothing had happened. "There! We're even!" She announced it with feigned calm. Gakupo looked at her reddened cheeks, and his slightly widened eyes gradually curved into a smile. Then, in a voice that was usually so steady but now carried a clear trace of laughter, he said softly: "You are so cute." Luka's mind went completely blank. "...W-what?" "I said, you're really cute." "I heard you!" She retorted almost instantly, her voice several notches higher than before. Gakupo finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. "Good." "What do you mean, 'good'?!" Luka's cheeks were red beyond belief, and even the tips of her ears burned. She had only wanted to even the score, to prove she could kiss him without hesitation, but not only had she failed, a single simple English sentence from him had stripped away all her usual spirit. Even more infuriating was that Gakupo was laughing so happily. "Stop laughing!" "Sorry, I just think you're cute." "You said it again!" "Because it's true." Luka glared at him, her lips moving, but she couldn't find a single thing to say in reply. She couldn't even bring herself to look him in the eye. Seeing this, Gakupo finally toned down his smile and added gently, "Okay, I'll stop teasing you." Luka was silent for two seconds. Then she slowly turned her head and looked toward the back of the classroom. There sat a cooler bag that, for some reason, had ended up in the classroom. Inside was the frozen tuna she had originally planned to take home and prepare today. Since she had to stay after school to do homework, she had left it in the corner of the classroom for the time being, intending to take it with her when she left. Now, that cooler bag suddenly became the most trustworthy ally in her eyes. Gakupo noticed her gaze and looked over as well. "Luka, what are you looking at?" She didn't answer. She simply walked silently to the back of the classroom, unzipped the cooler bag, and lifted the heavy frozen tuna in both arms. Gakupo's smile slowly froze. "...Luka?" She turned around slowly. Her cheeks were still bright red, but her eyes had regained their usual unyielding spirit. "Kamui Gakupo." "Yes?" "Who did you just call cute?" "You." "You still dare say it!" Holding the frozen tuna, Luka strode toward him. Gakupo stared at what she held, finally realizing that things had developed in a completely unforeseeable direction. "Wait, Luka. Let's discuss this rationally." "There's nothing to discuss!" "Didn't you say we'd go home peacefully today?" "That was before you provoked me!" "But you kissed me too just now—" "Shut up!" Luka charged after him, tuna in her arms. The instant she raised her arms, Gakupo spun and ran, swiftly circling the desks and dodging the frozen tuna coming straight at him. "Luka! That thing is frozen!" "Of course I know that!" "Are you really planning to hit me with it?" "Depends on how you behave!" "That standard is way too hard to judge!" He rounded the first row of desks, with Luka hot on his heels. Her bag was still where she'd left it, and the once-tidy classroom suddenly became the arena for their chase. Relying on his familiarity with the classroom's layout, Gakupo darted past the teacher's desk, then swung over to the window, trying to put some distance between them. But Luka had no intention of letting him go. "Stop right there!" "If I stop, you'll hit me!" "You know that and you still won't stop?!" "Isn't that contradictory?" "You dare talk back?!" Hugging the frozen tuna, she gave chase once more. Gakupo couldn't help laughing, only to nearly trip over a chair leg the next second. He hurriedly steadied himself on a desk and circled to the other side, narrowly avoiding Luka's attack. "Luka, calm down!" "I'm extremely calm right now!" "You're chasing me with a frozen tuna!" "This is the decision I made after calming down!" Gakupo was lost for words. He looked at the astonishingly large frozen tuna, then at the fierce Luka, and finally let out a helpless sigh. "Should I apologize to you first?" "You're only figuring that out now?" "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept teasing you." Luka's steps faltered slightly. Gakupo seized the chance, slowed down, and looked back at her. "So, can we make up now?" She stood there holding the tuna, seeming to genuinely consider it. Gakupo thought the crisis had finally passed and was about to smile in relief, but then he heard her add coldly: "No. You laughed way too happily just now." "...That counts too?" "Of course!" The next second, Luka lunged after him again. "Wait! Luka!" This time, even the usually unflappable Gakupo gave up on keeping up appearances and simply began running around the desks in the center of the classroom. One after the other, they ran from beside the podium to the window, then looped from the window back to the rear of the classroom. Chairs were knocked askew, and the handouts on the desks were stirred up by the wind they stirred. The sun gradually sank between the distant buildings, its last ray falling into the classroom, lighting a girl chasing someone with a frozen tuna in her arms, and a purple-haired boy who kept begging for mercy yet couldn't stop laughing. "Gakupo! You're dead today!" "But I already apologized!" "Apologizing doesn't mean I won't chase you!" "Then at least let me grab my bag!" "We'll talk after I catch you!" Gakupo helplessly rounded the last desk, without a shred of real anger in his heart. He knew Luka was simply so embarrassed she had nowhere to run, which was why she was covering it up in such an exaggerated way. And he also knew that even if she chased him around the entire classroom with a frozen tuna, tomorrow he would probably still be unable to resist teasing her again. After all, making the usually confident and competitive Luka blush bright red over a single kiss was something he found truly hard to resist. For now, though, he first had to figure out how to get out of the classroom alive. "Luka, listen to me!" "Not listening!" "Then can I say it one more time?" "Absolutely not!" "But—" "'You are so cute,' right?!" Luka suddenly raised her voice, throwing the words he'd said earlier right back at him, unchanged. Gakupo froze for an instant. In that instant, he finally grasped just how grave a mistake he had made. Because Luka had already taken the opportunity to catch up to him from behind. "Got you!" Gakupo looked back and saw her holding the frozen tuna, a victorious smile on her face. "...Luka, can't we really talk this over once more?" "Too late!" And so, the classroom that should have been peaceful and quiet after school once again rang with the sound of their footsteps and laughter. And their bags remained forlornly by the window. As for who would surrender first today, and who would end up picking up whose bag, the answer would probably have to wait until this chase, starring a frozen tuna, was truly over.