okay but misa doing something on his own. like he wakes up one day and is like seems like a nice day and it’s still early, the dew still clinging to the grass and it’s the nice kind of chilly outside so he gets dressed and slips out of the house, keys and wallet in hand.
he slips into his own car that he hasn’t driven in weeks because sam and toff insist on driving him to the rink and sam drives them to their not-dates and in general doesn’t let misa get behind the wheel when sam is driving which misa doesn’t mind. he double checks that he has his license, connects his phone to the bluetooth and goes on his merry way.
the playlist is a convoluted mishmash of the baby sharks music genres: country, folk, pop, early 2010s club music, house music, phonk, and whatever sam sends in their groupchat. he drives to the coffee shop will had recommended, smiled and made small talk with the barista in the still empty shop, tips and leaves with his caffeinated concoction.
the breakfast place is just opening so he sits at one of the outdoor tables, sipping at his drink and wonders how will hasn’t gotten any serious cavities and waits a few minuets before going in and ordering. it’s kind of nice, doing things on his own. he enjoys being cared for, enjoys not having to think too much about what he’s going to order to eat and drink, enjoys not having to be the one behind the wheel when they get stuck in traffic
but sometimes he thinks that he’s too dependent on others, on sam to read his moods and getting him out of situations without asking, to throw his coat over misa’s shoulders when they’re in the colder parts of their world, sam muttering under his breath about misa getting frostbite and dying out on the minnesota sidewalk which is embarrassing mees, c’mon
he tips too, because he quite frankly makes too much money and doesn’t really spend it because sam once hid his wallet for a week when misa paid a few weeks back and the team enjoys spoiling the younger sharks so him carrying his wallet around has become a moot point really
he wanders around, hood pulled over his head and an airpod in his ear a country artist crooning in his ear as he makes his rounds in a quiet park. some joggers say hello and he returns it with a small smile before he gets tired and lays out on the dewy grass. the clouds above him shift and move, his eyes following the path they go as the trees sway with the cold breeze.
when the dew had soaked through his sweater, he takes a quick picture of the cloudy sky and gets up. the day warms up as he continues to wander around here finally getting back to his car; buffalo traffic jam—mack’s current obsession—suddenly blares through his speakers and he has to quickly lower the volume.
rain is dancing on the roof with these sober thoughts of you plays through his speakers as he makes his way to sam’s apartment, wondering if he’s awake already. the clock on his dashboard says 1:37PM so he probably is.
thought i could make you mine, i tried and tried
he parks his car in the visitor parking spot and gets out, humming slightly as he walks up to sam’s apartment. he has his key and unlocks the door, toeing his shoes off at the entrance and walking further in.
the apartment is still quiet, the afternoon sun shining through the half-closed blinds and misa takes off his damp sweater, draping it over the couch before heading to sam’s room.
he’s awake, curled on his side and his eyebrows jump at the sight of misa. misa crawls onto the bed, burrowing himself into sam’s chest and closing his eyes.
sam blinks before shrugging, wrapping an arm around misa and continuing to scroll on tiktok as lovers talk late at night, doing drugs to ease my mind plays faintly from sam’s phone. he falls asleep curled into sam, his body a welcomed warmth from the chill outside.
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