Book of One-Shots

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(Y/N): No, no. It's fine. You were just enthusiastic is all.

Ibara: So, you were saying.

(Y/N): I just need help. It's for...for a good friend.

Ibara: Of course. May I?

You nodded and she took the journal and flipped to the most recent entry. She smiled as she began to read to herself, not wanting to accidentally embarrass you in front of the class.

Ibara: (Thinking) How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men might strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with...

Ibara looked up at you and smiled.

Ibara: It's good. It reads a lot like a love poem.

(Y/N): Oh. Well, I guess it kinda does. I mean, it's not like they would mind...right?

Ibara: It all depends on the person. But if your that confident in your knowledge of who it is for, then I would add more, obviously.

(Y/N): Put for the most part, it's good?

Ibara: I'd say so. What do you need my help for?

(Y/N): Well, you've always been a good judge of character and I just thought that you could help me out. With finishing it at least.

Ibara: Alright then. I take it world choice is your main concern. (You nod) Alright then. So let's get started.

You nodded and both began to work before the official beginning of class. It wasn't much, but it did give you insight into what Ibara would like to hear from a poem. It wasn't a flawless plan, but a plan nonetheless. After a couple of classes, you guys went down to lunch. Once down there, you scanned around and saw Ibara with some of her friends already eating lunch. You sighed and walked back to your usual booth and crashed down to eat.

Lunch Rush did make some pretty good food so you weren't complaining. Besides, it gave you time to work on the poem itself. You were able to finish up the line you stopped at last night and add another one with Ibara. So far, it seemed to be going well, and Ibara's influence was as clear as ever. As you were working a bit more on it, adding in a few words here and there, rewriting a few more.

As you were working, you saw a figure looming over you. You glanced up and to your surprise, saw Ibara as she was about to sit down. She offered you a smile to which you slightly returned it.

Ibara: How's the poem coming along?

(Y/N): Alright. It could still use some work though.

Ibara: May I?

You nodded and handed the book back to her. Ibara read through and examined the lines you added to it. She smiled and for the rest of lunch, you and her worked on the poem together. It wasn't much by your standards but that didn't matter to you at all. You had gathered up enough information to truly know what Ibara wanted from a poem. So, that night, you got to work and wrote a new poem.

That Friday, things were relatively the same as they were every day. Classes were just as boring as they had always been and there wasn't much going on around the school. However, with classes done for the day, you saw Ibara about to leave. So, you quickly got up and followed her. After a little bit of walking, she did stop and saw you and smiled. You caught with her and you both began to walk alongside one another.

Ibara: So, how has the poem been proceeding?

(Y/N): See for yourself.

You handed her the poem and she began to read it.

Ibara: Alas my love you do me wrong

To cast me off discourteously;

And I have loved you oh so long

Delighting in your company.

Greensleeves was my delight,

Greensleeves my heart of gold

Greensleeves was my heart of joy

And who but my lady Greensleeves.

Ibara looked over at you a bit confused.

Ibara: This isn't the one we worked on yesterday.

(Y/N): I know. But this one was meant for you. I...(sighes and takes a deep breath) I really like you. A lot. And you support me some many ways it honestly just amazes me. And I really dont know what else to say and-

Ibara: So, what was that other poem for?

(Y/N): I wrote it as a way to get your tastes. Full tastes at least.

Ibara: I...I have no idea what to say.

(Y/N): What do you want to say?

Ibara: I want to say this is beyond sweet. I want to say this is beyond perfect. But it is very sudden. That doesn't mean I don't feel the same way, but...I just really have no words.

(Y/N): So then...

Ibara: It's you alright. I just. I need some time.

(Y/N): Right. Sorry. I-

Ibara: I'll see you later. Have a lovely day, (Y/N).

With that, you watched as you saw Ibara walk away back home. You sighed and groaned to yourself.

This was either really good or really bad.