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Hey there, and welcome!

I’m sure you’re here because you’re expecting some awesome writings, which I will do my best to give. I’m a developing writer, and it’s my first tumblr blog, so this is like a..practice thing for me. Let’s just hop into it!

𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴

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𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵.  

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.8𝘬  

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 ! 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘶 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘪 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 ! 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘢 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵, "𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵". 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘭. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘰3? 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘶- 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘤 𝘳𝘯 𝘪’𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢- 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 :𝘋

like any other day, you’re sitting at the counter, twisting the straw wrapper between your thumb and index finger while reading over something on your laptop. the homey diner is quiet today, which is unusual for the place; it’s not often that the place isn’t super busy. but you welcome the quiet with open arms, since you’re actually trying to focus for once. work has been piling up in class lately, and it was sort of hard to keep up with. but these things came with college, so..could you really complain?

you’re a regular at the diner, you stopped keeping track a while ago, considering that you go so often. it’s a comfy spot, many locals come as well. so why find a reason, aside from the fact that the place has a really good homemade cherry coke? aside from the busy atmosphere it usually held, it’s also nice to just come here and work on your papers, your research-

you slide over a few dollars as compensation, and not soon after, a glass slides back over to you in return. “hey, careful! i can’t afford to buy another computer, you know!” you frown in the direction where it came from.

“right, my bad.” your silver-haired server leans on his side of the counter, a cheeky grin on his face. you take a sip, looking straight back. 

“why are you staring at me like that, bokuto-san?” you bite the straw. the man is always around and making jokes, smiling, and attempting to make you laugh- but the look he’s wearing is reserved for certain reasons, or future events. and that didn’t sit well with you.

“no reason, no reason.” he taps the wood with his knuckles, his gaze unfaltering. and to be honest, now it looks a bit foreboding. you don’t like it.

“i smell bullshit.” you point a finger at the cheerful man, and he raises his hands up in defense. 

“i told you, it’s nothing, yeah? say, how long are you staying today?” you chose to ignore his blatant attempt at a topic change. you check the time on the clock, pursing your lips in thought. how long could you stay? you aren’t in any particular hurry, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have other things to do. 

not that you’ll actually leave to do them.

“mm, probably a little longer. not too late though, i need to go home at some point.” you mutter, and then turn your attention back to the screen. you notice something inconsistent in your writing, and then rush to fix it. all you can hear is the clacking of the keyboard, and the faint sizzling and bangs in the kitchen. 

his grin widens out of the corner of your eye. “the boss wants to ask you something.” you don’t even hesitate when you shake your head. nope. you were not up for that today. or ever, really.

“no. no way. i already told him before, and the time before that, the time before that- how many times do i need to say it?” you snap, and then you both hear a clash in the back.

“i’m okay!” you hear matsukawa, the cook, a moment after. you and bokuto share a quick look, before he pushed himself away from the counter.

“he better not have spilled shit again, or akaashi will get upset- hold that thought, l/n!” and before you could even reply, he sped towards the kitchen.

your life could be considered a boring one, if you took out the visits to the american-inspired restaurant. you didn’t hate it, really. it was simple, and that was fine. you went to classes, worked hard to earn your degree; you were majoring in mathematics, with a goal to get a job as an astronomer.

a big dream, one that you know is difficult- but even if it was going to be worthless, with the amount of years you plan on putting into school? you’ll be just fine, as long as there is somebody who’d hire you with your future creds. at the expense of enough freetime, but that was just the price to pay. 

but you often spent as much time as humanly possible here, because it took some stress off of your shoulders. if you were going to spend most of your week studying and working, at least you could do it in a place you liked. which in turn led to you learning a lot about the establishment and people inside it. it’s fairly new, and the owner happened to be absent from the building a lot; but he worked hard. he’d apparently gone to college in the united states. hence the american styled food, theme, all of it. 

it was strange compared to all of the other little shops around, but it was unique that way.

and of course, you all were decently close, but it’s not like you knew any of them prior to coming here. it was really just because you were there so much, that you were able to build friendships with the workers.

bokuto being the first and most rambunctious of them all. he was almost always behind the counter, chatting up the guests, which includes you very often. but that’s the fun part of it all, it makes your stays interesting.

“oi, what’s going on!” the office door suddenly swooshed open, followed by a string of curses in the kitchen. out came their manager, the resident pretty boy of the group, as the rest dubbed him. you couldn’t help but laugh quietly as he makes his way to the back. they were in for a scolding.

“akaashi, this isn’t what it looks like, we were just-”

“bokuto-san, this is the 3rd time this week..”

there’s more bickering for a few minutes, and you just went back to sipping at your drink. you’re bored now, with nobody to really talk to; and the noise from the kitchen was making it hard to concentrate suddenly.

the bell suddenly dings behind you, and you turn your head a little to get a better view-

only to groan under your breath.

“l/n-chan, you’re here! good, i wanted to ask..” you want to bang your head on the table. repeatedly.

“oikawa, i say this as respectfully as possible, but please, i don’t want to be set up right now. or ever. especially if it’s you doing it.”

“you’ll say yes this time, please just hear me out!” he begs, grabbing your shoulders. if this hadn’t been the thousandth time he’s said this, you would’ve laughed. but only a little. you attempt to shrug his hands off of you, but without success. his grip is a bit too strong.

oikawa, the manager, has designated himself as the godly matchmaker. apparently, he was able to help out some of his friends with their things. but that wasn’t anything to brag about, if he had no proof. much less dub himself with such a title.

you gave oikawa the stink eye, while he just stuck his lip out in a pout.

“get me another, and i’ll hear you out.” you gave into his puppy face. he knew just how to get you, the bastard. letting go of you finally, he takes the glass with a hum to the other side of the counter.

“perfect! okay, so..this time, he’s a piercer-” he looks up as he’s filling the cup with some grenadine syrup. he knows exactly how much you like in it at this point. you’re watching him, but when he mentions the piercings, you just stare at him with a blank look. “..don’t give me that look.” he scowls.

“my look isn’t hurting you.” you respond simply, and he rolls his eyes, but clears his throat to continue. he’s now moving on to the coke part.

“he’s a piercer, and oh holy lord, he has some himself-”

“oh my god.” this guy is ridiculous. “i don’t care about that, just keep going or i won’t listen anymore.”

“you hurt me a lot, why do i even try to set you up?” he grumbled. “anyways. mr. tongue piercing is pretty eager to date right now, i gave him a little description of you..and he’s interested!” you raise an eyebrow. “look, just one date! if he’s an ass, i’ll get iwa-chan to beat the shit out of him if it’s necessary.” 

that’s comforting, to an extent. you didn’t know how you felt about a guy you barely knew coming down to his restaurant just to punch another random guy, but it’s the thought that counts, you guess. oikawa just wants you to be happy, and liven you up more- because as he says, you don’t do much besides study, and hang out at the diner. you don’t have anybody else to be around either, so that kind of just enforces the routine. not that you don’t have the opportunity to meet anybody, you just don’t want to.

and so he tries to make you.

“because we won’t be young for long!” a normal oikawa saying.

to be honest, the idea of seeing somebody is nice. you’ve thought about it before, but you honestly couldn’t care less right now- and the fact that you’re so busy with classes just makes it inconvenient. and the thought of unrooting the routine you’d gotten so accustomed to? it made you nervous. as much as you were lonely regarding the relationship aspect of your life, you didn’t know how you felt about being set up with a guy right now.

but, maybe you should at least try to be out there more. especially if it’ll get oikawa off your ass about it.

“maybe.” you finally say, which earns you a cheer, and a new glass of cherry coke.

there’s another crash.

“i guess that’s my cue to go straighten those three up, hm?~” he chuckles, but it doesn’t sound too amused. and then, oikawa joins them. 

you take this as your time to depart too. you end up leaving a tip, and a half-finished glass behind you. oikawa better at least text you what he looks like, because he hadn’t even bothered to tell you anything besides the fact that he has a tongue piercing. and there’s no way you’ll totally agree without knowing a bit more than a piece of metal in somebody’s skin.

is that really attractive? you don’t want to think about it, in case you actually do think it is.

why is that even a thought in the first place? you scold yourself in your head, trying to not delve into it any more than you need to.

your phone dings, and you reach down to check who texted. 

𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝚘𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊   𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 ~

you have half the mind to not show up now.

- the valentine’s day special is finally here ! 

- i hope you like it, i did my best for the first time making a choose your own story, so i hope it works lol

- have an amazing valentine’s day !

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗...𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝.  

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜...𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗.  

𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔.

today, valentines day. a day when you could confess, and probably end up rejected. it’s happened before, to you, your friends- the past didn’t soothe your nerves in the slightest, how could they? the reminder of the work you put into the chocolates you made, the feeling of a broken heart after the let down..

but there was that sliver, that little pinch of hope you had left. maybe this year will be different from the rest. that’s all you could tell yourself now, the only thing you could say to comfort yourself.

your crush this time? a volleyball player. and not to mention, a friend of yours. that made this all the more nerve-wracking, because even if he did return your feelings? what then? he had practices, a life outside of having relationships.

and if he rejected?

you could lose an amazing friend.

he was a quiet, tall, and gentle guy. he didn’t look it, sure- people were always intimidated by him. but you didn’t understand. he was kind, and he cared a lot for his teammates. his stoic demeanor honestly added onto his charm.

you smile at the thought, crinkling the bag of chocolates between your hands. you were getting worried for nothing, he wouldn’t drop you as a friend- of course he wouldn’t. with a huffy sigh, you made your way to you classroom. maybe he’d be there? your heart was starting to race from the thought of giving them to him, and-

“ah, looks like somebody has something to give to someone.” you jumped a little, glancing up at the person who had talked to you. you looked away again, whistling.

“oh- hey, kenji.” your brother had chosen now to pop up, apparently. you’d been able to keep the chocolates secret from him for once this year, but your luck has decided to run out.

“who’s the poor sap this year?” he teased, reaching to grab the bag. you yank it away quickly, blushing. you couldn’t tell him it was one of his teammates, much less friends. 

“someone.” you mutter, pursing your lips in a pout. he was going to keep prodding, that you knew for sure.

“you’re not going to tell your dear brother? what happened to little junior high y/n that would always tell me everything?” ah, stop with the slight confusion in your voice! 

you huff. “you’ll know later, depending on how this goes.”

he whistled himself. “an upperclassmen, then? good luck.” that made you flinch. good luck..you would need it. a first year, confessing to an upperclassmen..

you continued to bicker slightly, before you were both shooed away by a teacher. sure, he could be annoying, but he was a good sibling. he only pried because he wanted to know who he’d have to protect you from- not that you needed protecting, or defending.

but the thought was what counted, and it made you feel safe.

but..when would you confess? should you even in the first place..? you looked at the bag in your hands, thinking hard. your confidence was slowly cracking. maybe you should just give up..

..next choice..

confess now ?

.....𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺...  

...𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭...

𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ! 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝. 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 !  

𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 :( 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛?

𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜- 𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚐/𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜.

𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎…

do you choose the 

chrysanthemum ?

or

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗..to 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠.  

𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜..𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗.  

𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔.

what were you thinking? you can’t back down this year. you scold yourself for even thinking of chickening out on this. sure, maybe you will get rejected..but that was okay. it would hurt, it always did.

but that wouldn’t be the end of the world. there were other people, and other things. the only thing you could do to even have the slightest chance against all that was to just go for it!

so you waited.

you waited, and waited, and waited for the right time to go for it. but there weren’t any opportunities. none were showing up. it was like fate had decided to pull the worst on you.

you hadn’t seen him anywhere. you were slowly losing hope as the day went on like that. you had half a mind to ask your brother to help you out, even at the risk of him finding out who you liked.

that of course, worried you. he’d either never leave you alone about it, or never let it happen. his younger sibling dating his teammate? you could practically hear the passive aggressive hostility.

“curse you, kenji. so what if i like aone? it’s not hurting you.” you grumble.

“hm?” a hum sounded behind you, and you yelped. you didn’t think there was anybody around, it was a quiet hallway after all, who was-

“aone.” you squeaked, shrinking back a little when you saw your tall friend. you were trying not to blush, the squeak was already embarrassing enough. “did you happen to..hear that?”

he nodded after a moment, and you felt like passing away. now this was awkward, you weren’t ready for it to be like this.

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t think you’d hear me, you probably feel weird, it’ okay if you don’t feel the same, you know, i won’t judge, i’m a first year after all so-”

he held up a hand, waving it slowly. you shut up right away. he was motioning towards the bag in your hands now.

“oh, this..was supposed to be for you.” 

“was?” his voice was gruff, and low. you messed with the bag, nodding hesitantly.

“well, it can be now of course- if you want them, that’s fine.”

“i do.” you didn’t have to be told twice. you handed him the bag, and he took it gently. he was blushing now, much to your amazement. aone blushing..? this was a first. but a welcome first. 

yet another thing to add on to the list of things you liked about him.

“have you..never gotten chocolate on valentine’s day before..?” he shook his head slightly. you were puzzled.

“really? i’m surprised, you’re so likable, you know. i’m kind of honored to be the first one-” your smile was shaky with nerves, probably making you look a mess.

“be the last.” he muttered.

“huh?” you froze, taking a moment to let it sink in.

“erm..” he coughed. “be the last one to give them to me, too.”

yeah, time to pass away. sorry, aone. your heart could only take so much today.

𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜..𝚊𝚘𝚗𝚎.  

𝚊𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍.  

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎..𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜.  

𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜..𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗.  

𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔.

you couldn’t do it. why did you think you could do it? it didn’t really matter much, did it? aone..

aone was nice. he was amazing, and honestly, the thought of losing that was enough to make you not want to do anything about how you felt. you’d rather have him as a friend, then as nothing at all.

were you being irrational? maybe. maybe he wouldn’t leave you, but it wouldn’t be the same after you said something. you shook your head. it would be fine. you’d just throw the chocolates away, and that would be that.

but as your hand hovered over the trash can, you hesitated. was that really what you’d do? your fingers tensed around the bag, like you couldn’t let it go. it was dumb, really. you just had to throw it away, it wasn’t hard.

you pulled your hand back. you couldn’t do it.

you’d just give the chocolates to your brother- he’d appreciate the sweets, and then they wouldn’t go to waste. he always liked the chocolate, after all. you remembered how he used to pester you in the past, always trying to steal some of the sweets from you before you had them wrapped up.

that day, you had found out from kenji after giving him the chocolates that aone had been confessed to after school; whether or not he said yes, was unknown to him, but the knowledge alone was enough for you.

whoever told him, had more guts than you did in the end.

whether or not he said yes, or no- you had still lost.

just another year down the drain.

𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜..𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎.  

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜. 

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗..𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚒.  

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜..𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗.  

𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔.

“asahi!” you plop down into a chair in front of your tall friend, grinning. he jumps a little, but settles down once he sees it’s you there.

“ah, l/n- please, don’t jump in front of me like that.” he let out a sigh, tapping his thumbs on his desk. you nod.

“right, right- my bad!” you shake your head. stay focused! you came over to ask him about the note! “by any chance, do you recognize the handwriting here?” you slid over the slip of paper, and he took only one look at it before breaking into a sweat.

“um, no, i don’t think i do..” 

you frowned. “you haven’t even looked inside.”

“what? oh- right, let me look.” he folded it open, reading the words carefully. he again looked nervous. was that..supposed to mean something? your suspicion grew. he knew something.

“yeah, definitely don’t know who wrote it. i don’t know anybody who writes like this, maybe one person, but i don’t know-”

“are you sure, asahi?” you poked one last time. he was being awfully..weird about it.

“yeah?” he muttered. it sounded more like a question. you didn’t quite believe him.

“please, asahi! this is killing me here, if you know anything- even a first letter!” you clasped you hands together in a plea, pouting at him.

he smiled nervously, sweating again. “maybe uh-” he shivered, feeling like there was a pair of eyes boring into his skull. he gulped, knowing who it was.

“all i can tell you is that he’s in the room! that he’ll stay after class, and his name starts with-” he shuddered again. the eyes.

“are you cold or something?” you were worried, he kept shivering every so often, it was strange.

he waved a hand, shaking his head. “no no, i’m fine. don’t worry about me, you should uh..go back and sit down, you know. class and all.”

you frowned, but nodded. he was right, you should go back to your seat. with the new information, your head was only filled with hypotheticals now.

and asahi was just glad to no longer be confronted like that. he had to keep it a secret. 

by the time class had ended, the bell was leaving you breathless, and queasy. he was supposed to be staying behind. right now, the boy who left you a sweet note, the pretty flowers. it was strange for a guy to confess on today of all days, but it wasn’t like you were confessing to your own crush.

did you even have one? you didn’t know the answer to that one.

but you did. 

“ahh, quiet down, heart.” you whined, holding your chest. as if that would do anything to settle it down.

“l/n?” you look over your shoulder. your eyes widen.

“suga?” you couldn’t believe it.

suga, your best friend..the one you definitely didn’t have feelings for, was in the classroom with you. alone, might you add.

that was a lie, you did like him. you can say it now, right? no more pushing it away, it was safe now. right?

“yeah, that’s me.” he chuckled, which made you laugh in return.

“i guess that’s right..so it’s you?” you gulped. he nodded.

“asahi almost ratted me out, too! i had this all planned, and then he kind of went off on that tangent- so i’m here instead. i kind of wanted to be somewhere more private, like the gym-”

you reached for his hand, reassuring him with your touch. he relaxed.

“it didn’t go as planned, but- i’m glad it happened. no matter where it is.” 

“you accept?” he blinked.

“well, duh. of course i do.” you roll your eyes playfully at him. his cheeks were dusted pink, like yours as he let out a small laugh.

“i was worried there, you know. but- it worked out, didn’t it?” you nodded at his words.

you were happy it turned out this way. it felt real, if that made sense.

you guys were real.

𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜..𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚊.  

𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍.  

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗..𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖.  

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜..𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗.  

𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔.

“suga, is it..you?” the look in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by you. you’ve known him long enough to see the flashes, the looks.

he scratched the back of his head, biting the inside of his cheek. “if i said it was?” you felt your heart clench, and diverted your gaze. if it was him..then your crush on your best friend wouldn’t end poorly.

“then i wouldn’t feel bad for thinking of you a lot.” you murmured.

“i can’t hold this from you, how unfair.” he laughed. “yes, l/n. it was me. i was going to tell you at the gym, you caught me off guard!” you grinned.

“sorry to ruin that for you. but you were a bit obvious right there, suga.”

your heart almost stopped right then and there, by the way suga grabbed your hands. he gave you an intense stare, one that made you squirm in your seat.

“koushi.”

“what?”

“call me koushi.” 

that you would.

𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜..𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚊.  

𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍.