Dekisuki pov:
I woke up early that Sunday, even earlier than usual. I opened my closet and paused for a moment.
Yellow.
Nobita likes yellow. I don't even know if he realizes how often he wears it, but it suits him — bright, soft, warm.
I hesitated before pulling on the shirt. "Maybe it's silly," I mumbled to myself, "but if he notices, maybe he'll know I thought of him today."
When Nobita arrived, I noticed everything. His blue shirt — he never wears blue. His hair was styled, just a little, but I could tell. And... perfume? He smelled nice. I smiled.
Then Shizuka sat between us.
She always does that now.
It's not like I can ask her to move — it would be weird, wouldn't it? I glanced at Nobita. He looked... disappointed.
Later, I asked him to help me with the cookies. I wanted a moment alone with him. Just one.
When he said, "Dekisugi, I want to tell you something," I swear my heart skipped a beat.
Did he feel the same way? Was this finally it?
But then Shizuka came in. She always comes in.
And just like that, the moment was gone.
I asked again, trying to keep my voice steady, "What were you saying?"
He lied. I saw it in his eyes. "I think I added too much sugar," he said, avoiding mine.
The cookies were perfect.
But he wasn't smiling anymore.
When we returned to the living room, something was wrong. Gian was whispering something to him. Nobita's face changed. His eyes... he looked like he wanted to cry.
Then he stood up and said he was sick. And he left.
I stared at the door long after it closed.
I wanted to run after him.
But I froze.
What did I do wrong?
Did I miss my chance?