thereâs a limit to his patience.
itâs been a week. a week with muted replies and a distant presence and an eerie feeling of being AVOIDEDÂ by miyuki. first was confusion - he was quick to catch onto the amount of time theyâd spent together being shaved finely. he didnât miss a trick, after all. then came anger. not an outburst, more passive aggressive in nature. heâd only see miyuki on the field or in class or in the halls, now. heâd stopped coming by all together to the dorm room. of course, kuramochi was PISSED.
what the fuck is his problem, anyway?Â
but mixed in with the feelings of anger and confusion were traces of fear. traces, he likes to play it down. kuramochi was worried. miyuki wasnât the type to just-- just up and leave like that. youichiâd never been able to shut that mouth of his, so why now? that wasnât the biggest issue, however. no, miyuki still burned in his mind despite his absence. he burned brightly and it never failed to amaze kuramochi just how hard heâd been etched into his memory; his routine. he had a lot more time to himself. more time to DISTRACT himself with mortal kombat and bullying sawamura. more time alone with his thoughts. more time alone to keep wondering what exactly it was that he did.
sweat slipped from his forehead and followed the lines of his jawline and eventually down to his chin and splashing downward. practice was over long ago, but he was out here swinging the same metal bat he did every day. itâd become even more frequent after miyukiâs absence. it was a total coincidence that he saw miyuki skulk around the corner of the building - his shadow igniting a range of emotions within youichi. he canât stop himself from doing it - the bat falls with a thump and heâs jogging out of the field and around the same corner. he sees miyuki distracted with the drink machine, and for the first time since the abrupt cut of communication, kuramochi doesnât know what he wants to do. heâs been planning this conversation for days, but he draws a breath and draws a blank. he bites down on his lip as savours the fact he hasnât noticed him just yet. he could just walk away now - COWARDLY. he wants to laugh at the thought. thatâs not him at all. he wouldnât walk away. he wonât. he should know exactly what to say, but that isnât falling in line with his personality. a quiet exhale, before he stares - his brows are furrowed and his gaze is hard and focused straight on him. the gap between them is large, but he speaks low and without vigor.
â why are you avoiding me, miyuki. â