Disclaimer: Oregairu and its characters belongs to Wataru Watari, Brain Base and Studio Feel.

Chapter Rating: K

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First Segment: Still, our gazes means something, right?

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Green. A color I never noticed before. It was bland and mostly depicted as a disgusting color as it represents the color of goo, vomit, and of course, the color of most vegetables. Although, vegetables aren't necessarily disgusting... Maybe except tomato.

Ah, wait. Tomato is a fruit, isn't it?

Wait, I'm straying away from the topic here. What was it again?

Oh, yes. The color green.

It's a boring color, isn't it? It doesn't necessarily attracts attention unless it's really bright like, neon green or something. Simply put, green is probably an underrated color yet, I like it. It's a relaxing color for me, looking at it helps me reach the peak of zen.

People say they get lost in blue pools when they see blue eyes. But me, no. I don't wanna drown in a pool of blue.

I rather be lost in a pool– no, field of green is more appropriate, don't you think? Yes. A green field with tall grass that will caress my skin. That's what I want.

I looked to my left. The chatter of Hayama's clique seemed to be echoing throughout the entire room as if everyone else was not permitted to speak, thus their voices were the only ones resonating inside this God forsaken closed quarters. Despite the volumeof their voices, the words being spoken doesn't reach my ears clearly, as if they were just spouting out gibberish. I guess the conversations of the popular people would not make any sense to a loner like myself.

Although, I'm pretty sure they were talking about nonsensical things anyway; like about new styles and new gossips, the generic thing those type of people talks about.

Amongst the group though, there was one girl who's surprisingly not joining in the conversation, evidenced by the mere fact that she was tapping away at her phone rather than pitching in on their talk. Her green eyes focused on her screen as if everything else neither existed nor mattered. Just her and her phone.

Admittedly, those were the exact same green eyes I wanna get lost in, they were the field I wanna lay on, the color of the grass that I wanted to caress my skin.

Unfortunately, they were meant for someone else.

Because those eyes belongs to Miura Yumiko and her gazes were meant for only Hayama Hayato.

As I moved to turn around, I caught those green pair gazing directly at me. It was quick, unnoticeable, and probably just wishful thinking on my part but I felt how real it was. The look was neither disgusted nor annoyed, it was just that; a look. But for some reason, a sense of acknowledgement swelled within me, as if the spell I had used to make myself invisible had been utterly destroyed by one brief glance from those eyes.

As I had turned back to my original position, I wondered what that glance meant. But, of course, for my part, it's just another,

Wishful thinking.

Still, I'd like to believe that,

Our gazes meant something... Right?

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Segment End.

A/N: For the sake of the story, let's all pretend that what happened and what will happen in possible future chapters to be plausible. It's a story after all so let's just have fun with it, okay?

Also, this is for mainly HachiYumi shippers or to anyone who's interested to give the ship a try.

Note: this is a collection of drabbles so don't expect long chapters and that the chapters will be consistent with each other. So the topic of each chapter would be at random.

PS: Life as a Father's next chapter is on the works, I have not given up on that story and in fact, I'm about 60% done with chapter three. I know, I know, it's been a month and a half and my progress is... well, disappointing to say the least but please bear with me. I have a lot on my hands and admittedly, I lack the inspiration needed to write quicker. Also, I'm stuck with a part.

Now that that's out of the way, I do hope you enjoyed this short drabble and maybe, I'd write more. I did say it was a collection, right? Also, I do have other Miura fics on the works for those who are interested.

Reviews will be greatly appreciated.

- Zeroexist