𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔦𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔷𝔲𝔪𝔦 , 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘫𝘪 𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪

♡─𝘪𝘪.

ƈ.𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰
    ༘◞𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

       "𝙊𝙊~ 𝙄 𝙎𝙀𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙎𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 at your phone~ who's the lucky swirl?" yahaba teases, giving me a mischievous grin. i glance at him with confusion, then slowly turn my head, raising an eyebrow.

"motherfucker...i'm not even on my phone—what the hell are you talking about?!" i state, worriedly looking at yahaba.

"don't be filming me, brother."

scared, i playfully pout and rest my hand on his thigh, "are you okay, pumpkin?...you've been acting off lately, are your gacha edits not getting the love they deserve?"

even though i'm joking, i'm genuinely concerned for him. sometimes i feel like his mind is a maze with no exit or just an empty void.

yahaba quickly swats my hand away and grimaces, "only yachi can do that, you tall glass of piss."

"wow...lemme hear that again.."

"ohhhh!!...changing subject before you get cancelled—well don't you usually say you want to be in those chatfics?" he asks, leaning back on the bench we were both occupying.

i return my brows to their original position and reply, "yeah, but you're only suppose to say that when i'm actually on my phone, you long nippled dumbass."

"hey! you know how sensitive i am about them!" he pouts, covering his chest.

we both sit there in silence, yahaba's eyes widening as he realizes his mistake. my mouth hangs open, brows knitted, as i stare him down

"wait...exc—are you for real?" i ask, breaking the silence, squinting my eyes at him to gauge if he's serious. he stares back in silence, clearly embarrassed. i scoot closer, adopting a stern tone. "are you frontin'...? prove it."