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Love at First Sight Notes

Written for the Yu-Ri-Oh! GL Dictionary - Doodle

Title: Love At First Sight Notes

Ship: Doodleshipping | Amane/Shizuka

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters

Word Count: 1,839

Rating: T

Prompt Entry: Doodle (verb). To draw or scribble absent-mindedly.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Attraction at First Sight, Mutual Attraction, Meet-Cute, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Confessions, Getting Together

From the very first minute Bakura Amane had stepped into the classroom, Shizuka’s attention went from her sheetwork and her stationary to her. Only her. Even as the teacher droned on and on about the new transfer student and to treat her nicely and yada-yada-yada. It was blah, blah, blah for Shizuka. In one ear and out the other all whilst she made goo-goo eyes at this girl in the front of the classroom.

That was up until her ears pricked on something very, very important. “Look, there is a free seat next to Kawai-san.”

Shizuka could have sworn her heart just leapt out of her chest. The way it burst, it gave her quite the shock as she watched - stunned - as the transfer student was pointed in her direction. She couldn’t believe her luck to have such a cute girl so close to her.

And Bakura Amane was a cutie.

She had such pale skin - like a ghost! - and her hair was the purest white - like snow! - and the way she customised her uniform? It was oh so daring, Shizuka couldn’t help but admire the little hints of the dark and the occult matched with the overt pink and blues of their preppy school uniforms, it was quite the combination. She loved how Amane accessorised with the black bow under the white, sailor collar of hers and the 80’s style fluffy socks and the little skull motif of her earrings that just poked out through the cascades of her hair. She was just a darling straight out of a fashion magazine.

She was really different to a lot of people Shizuka knew and she knew some weird ones thanks to her brother. Actually, now that she thought about it… What exactly were the odds of two people with white hair both sharing the family name “Bakura”? Shizuka couldn’t bring herself to ask, she felt like she was gawking and with all these clumsy flirty questions on her tongue? No way she could bring herself to talk to Amane.

Looking at her, however… Stealing glances and indulging in glimpses, that much Shizuka could handle. Shizuka tried to focus on her work but she only ever pretended to do it, twiddling with her pens to look busy but all she ended up doing was write Amane’s name over and over again the margins, like a child practising his hiragana for the first time.

Shizuka really, simply could not help herself. Her heart was pounding as she strove to get hints and pieces of what this girl sitting next to her may have been like. A switch was just flipped for Shizuka and so, she just had to keep shyly and sneakily shoot her shot. Over and over again, replacing strands of her hair behind her ear again just so her peripherals were unblocked but soon enough. The peripheries weren’t enough and Shizuka had to turn her head again.

Her flirting was not exactly coy as she looked at Amane at every chance and cool down she got. All because, well, it's just that Amane really was a sight for sore eyes, making Shizuka really glad that she had been able to get her operation. Amane was pretty like a model and eclectic in her own way, it really drew Shizuka in and then again for more and more.

Shizuka couldn’t keep her eyes off her but she tried, as best as she could. Which really wasn’t much but Shizuka, for one, thought she was being totally sneaky, fooling both Amane and the teacher. Yeah, that didn’t last long.

Amane giggled as she finally caught Shizuka’s eyes through the curtain of her long, brown hair. Shizuka could have sworn she saw fangs in the corners of Amane’s mouth, her lips were a nude pink but a teeny-tiny bit sparkly. She was definitely wearing lip balm, Shizuka deduced as she felt her own face go a much darker shade of pink than nude.

“It's good to meet you.” she said and she had a voice like silk.

Shizuka could have swooned but luckily, she kept her composure as she introduced herself back. It was only right, they were desk neighbours. Classmates. And soon enough, friends.

That last one was going to become the bane of the teacher’s existence. She never should have paired them up beside one another because the chatter did not stop once the breaks were over.

At first it was fine, Shizuka awkwardly waited until the first break of the day before she really got talking - and gushing - to Amane. They got all the things figured out. Star signs, blood types, and who their brothers were and Shizuka had been right. Their older brothers were friends, too. What were the odds, seriously? Little sister supremacy for sure was established and after that, all their favourite things.

As well as a few things they disliked. Like hospitals, for example. Amane shared how she had survived a car accident and Shizuka described her own medical issues which had resulted in eye-related surgeries. That, in of itself, just cemented their budding bond all the more, giving them plenty of room on either side for inside jokes they couldn’t really make around anyone else. Including their brothers.

But soon enough, over the course of a few more school days and school weeks, and hanging out on the afternoons and weekends and evenings in between, they were more than just fast friends. They were best friends and even sometimes girlfriends.

They hadn’t kissed or anything. Shizuka really wished they would kiss. She thought way too much about how it would feel, emotionally and physically. Not to mention it would demystify the nuances of what they felt towards each other but there was more to romantic relationships than just kissing.

It was intimacy and it was lingering glances and brushes of their hands. It was even being mistaken for a couple here and there, it was covering each other’s expenses at the burger joint Anzu worked at and little things like that. It was the exciting moments, too, but the more mundane moments which had Shizuka yearning for it to last forever. There was being besties like other girls were besties with each other but then there were these moments which were a little too intense, a little too charged that left Shizuka wondering.

It was sometimes a little hard to tell but Shizuka wanted to ask. Either to make it official or to clarify otherwise but she was pretty certain that the feelings went both ways. Amane just had a very drifty, dreamy personality, the type to flirt without realising it and if she did, then it was a joke meant to wind Shizuka, or whoever, up. Though, it was that lackadaisical twistedness of Amane’s that was so strangely charming.

So, once again, Shizuka found herself like she had all that while ago when she had first met Amane. She was staring again and Amane was flashing her smiles of her own as they tried to do their schoolwork but it wasn’t the right notes they ended up taking.

Shizuka thought she was being on the sly as she passed a folded up note of lined paper she had torn out the back of her workbook to Amane next to her. That gap wasn’t big but it felt huge and vulnerable as Shizuka gave it to Amane who accepted it without looking.

She unfolded the basic, square folds of the paper and read the note. The corners of her mouth quirked, pleased, as her eyes lit up. Amane, following on the trend of being sneaky, flicked her hand over and quickly scribbled up a reply. She waited a moment, until the teacher’s back was turned, and then passed the note back to Shizuka.

Shizuka accepted it way too greedily. She felt her heart pounding like a hammer against her ribs inside her chest as she did her best to not tear apart the note. The folds and creases were a little messier than they had begun with but the note inside was worth it.

I like you. Do you like me?

Shizuka’s handwriting was loopy and girly, she had practised hard for so long to make it pretty, meanwhile Amane’s was absolute chicken scratch by comparison.

Of course <3

Simple and straightforward was better than purple prose had been Shizuka’s philosophy when she had first scripted up her note to Amane but now she had to worry. She wasn’t certain if Amane had gotten the subtext, Shizuka began to draw over the note, interweaving between the blue lines of the page. Paying way more attention to it than the Japanese literature class their teacher was trying to teach. Even Shizuka could feel the lovey-dovey aura of a schoolgirl with a crush emanate off her as she drew flowers and hearts and bows.

After a couple minutes of idling away with her pen and paper, Shizuka folded it up and passed it onto Amane. Amane accepted it and so began the rally. She passed it back to Shizuka promptly and her reply had Shizuka kicking her legs underneath her desk.

Would you be my girlfriend?

Of course <333

And from there, the just wanted to chatter on and on and on. They passed the note to and fro, it becoming more wrinkled and drawn on with each volley between either girl. The pen ink that scrawled on the paper now spanned black, blue, and red. There were love-hearts and flowers, bows and skulls, drawings of eyes both realistic and anime to adorn their letters. Their original messages long since written and drawn over as space became too precious to waste. It was atrocious but it was theirs.

Shizuka and Amane were both getting caught up in this aura of theirs. It was as if the rest of the classroom didn’t exist amid their little confessional notes. She said yes, she liked her and her liked she. It was amazing, they were both giddy, they would have been playing footsies if they could have, the squirming and the giggly, disrupting the whole classroom.

Of course, eventually, it drew the ire of the teacher. She was the exact one who had set them up beside one another when Amane had been the brand, spanking new transfer student. A novelty. And now, she was the one who was breaking them up - and their silly little notes, too, without even reading them she tore them up.

“Kawai-san, I expect better of you.” she huffed. “Detention for the both of you.”

Shizuka giggled, blushing. She glanced at Amane who gave her a tiny wave with her hand from across the classroom now that they had been split up but it was fine. Detention was just yet more quality time they could spend together later, where they could clean up and collect the remnants of their love notes and all their silly, cutesy doodles. Important souvenirs of their little classroom confession - and yet more to talk about way down the line.

#femslash #yugioh duel monsters #yugioh #duel monsters #ygodm #doodleshipping #amane bakura #bakura amane #kawai shizuka #shizuka kawai #writing tag #love at first sight notes #yurioh gl dictionary #i wasn't gonna start this series so soon but oh well #and this has been sitting unnamed for longer than i'd like so buh-bye #this was rly cute and fun to work on

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