going to see a small band shouldn't lead to anything big...right? a story where the reader goes to see a band named, "sora" meaning sky in japanese, and makes eye contact with the specific singer that same night. which leads to making very fond memo...
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𝟑:𝟎𝟎 𝐩𝐦 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"and there she is!" semi reached his hands out
it had been a week since you've both hung out with each other and the first thing you wanted to do this morning was to see his smile. and you saw just that. he ran over to you and hugged you tightly.
"hey," he rubbed your shoulder, "how have you been?"
"good" you rested your things on his couch, "what are you up to?"
"tuning this guitar" he showed it off, "see?"
"mhm" you nodded, "how long have you had it?"
"i never told you?" he tilted his head, "since...grade school"
"really-" your eyes widen, "it's still in good condition"
"i don't really use her" he patted the sides
"her?"
"yeah my dad named it, hana" he chuckled
"hana is a pretty name" you laughed with him, "got anything to eat?"
"yeah i got something for us" he walked you into the dining room
it showed off chinese food, your favorite kind of meal from there. you darted your yes under the table for some reason and saw a lacy material stick out, "what's that?"
"what?" he moved you closer to the chair, "nothing"
"no-" you tried to look down
"what are you doing?" he smiled, picking your head up
"eita."
you bent all that way down and reached your hand under the table, then looking at eita reach his hand out too.
"you know what-" you came back up, crossing your arms, "how about you tell me what that is?"
"it's exactly what you think it is"
"what's that suppose to mean?" you raised a brow, "what have you been doing, since last week-"
"just practicing with the band?" he nervously chuckled, "are you okay?"
"and you just happen to have a lacy thing under your table-"
"wait" he waved his hands, "what do you think it is?"
"it looks like someone's underwear."
his eyes widen and he flopped on the couch. you followed him and looked at him from above, "eita."
"it's a gift-" he laughed into the pillow, "go look"
you went back and picked up a bag with the lacy tag on the side of it that read, "love you- eita"
