ask her on a study date, start talking about MLP. at a cafe, library, whatever. bring your umbrella cuz the scene gonna start raining
her shoes accidentally touches your calves under the table *blush*. you start talking about mlp
her:"uh yeah, i liked mlp when i was younger. it's.... nostalgic."
you, n9wiff: "nostalgia's powerful, i love that show as well. twilight sparkle (?or whichever is ur fav) is my favorite. studious and logical, what i love in a girl."
*shy* her: "wow... i love studying as well. its great talking to you. she was the best, so cool."
you: "did you have a favorite pony?"
her *hesitates* "fluttershy"
you *raises eyebrow "fluttershy? the shy one who likes animals?"
she blushes: "yea... i... i relate to her"
"well, look at you now," *your voice low and what females like idk* "talking to me about... well, about anything"
she feels a jolt, blush deepens and her face is red "well, you... you're easy to talk to."
"you think so?" you lean in a bit, gaze intense. "i think you're pretty easy to talk to too."
the air crackles with a tension that had nothing to do with the approaching rainy storm
*she's captivated by your deep eyes*
"maybe," she whispers, so only you can hear her gentle voice, "we could... like watch an episode sometime? of mlp, i mean, relieve the magic." she is a bit flustered, adjusting her glasses by pushing them back onto her nose bridge
you chuckle warmly, and with an inviting voice you say, "i think that could be arranged". you brush your fingers against hers
her heart hammers against her ribs, ready to burst out, "yeah... that sounds nice"
you continue studying together*
after you're done, you open the door, and a gust of wind comes seeping in. its raining loudly, she pulls her scarf around her neck.
"looks like we'll be needing this after all," you say, pulling out a large purple MLP umbrella
"oh, you brought an umbrella", she smiles surprised
"always prepared,"you grin, extending the umbrella to her "ladies first", you say gentlemanly
she steps out into the down pour, and opens the umbrella rapidly. you follow close behind, your broad shoulders shielding her from the harsh rain. the air is cool and fresh, and she thanks you, barely audible in the roar of the malaysian storm.
"no problem" you reply lowly next to her ear "wouldn't want you getting too soaked"
her face reddens and she briefly imagines clopping with you, before shaking that out of her thoughts
as you walk, you ocassionally bump against her, playfully. she leans into you, enjoying your presence' warmth
"you know, fluttershy might have been timid, but she was incredibly brave"
she looks at you, surprised "yeah?"
"absolutely", you say, eyes twinkling at her "facing her fears, helping others... she was a true hero."
she smiles, feeling happy. you understood. understood the strength in quiet courage, the power of kindness.
when you reach her house, you stop. she puts the umbrella down, and you say" well, here we are"
"thank you, for everything. for studying, the conversation, the umbrella, n9wiff."
"the pleasure was all mine, _____"
"i'll... i'lll see you soon! goodbye n9wiff!"
"goodbye"
when she enters her house and closes the door, she realizes something: she may be in love. she watches you leave down the street from her window. she shrieks into her hands a bit, feeling excited for your next meeting. who knows, you may even clop together?
