𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐨

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backseat

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you could hear the water drip down the car floor from tsukishima's shirt and your shoes. akiteru deeply sighed and started the conversation, "explain yourselves! now"

"i hit tsukishima"

"YOU WHA-"

"can you not be loud right now?" tsuki put his hand on his head, "she did it by accident, that's why they called you to bring me here"

"i didn't think you'd take her with us" he finished

"right but i did."

kidnapping?

"i'm sorry" you softly said to tsuki

"shush" he whispered and smiled at you

"so you guys...are dating" akiteru slowly said, "and don't give me- 'ohhh noo were just friends' " he quoted

there was a stoplight, the perfect time for integration. smart akiteru...smart.

"we are friends," tsuki said

your eyes widen and you stomped his foot, "GIRLFRIEND, BOYFRIEND" he groaned in pain, "damn why don't you let me finish"

"because! the way you started it was weird"

"yeah but if you would've let me-"

"SHUT UP!" akiteru held the steering wheel hard. you looked around in the car, just planning an escape. tsuki reassured you nothing will happen. "ok.." you said

"kei" akiteru sighed, "we're going home first and then i'm going back to work"

"so you're going to leave us alone?" tsuki asked him and then looked at you

you shrugged and waited for a response "you guys are both old enough to do whatever you want" akiteru said, "i know that if i was your age i wouldn't have that opportunity so i'm giving that to you guys"

this is either really bad advice or good advice.

"alright." tsuki laid back om his seat and squeezed his hand

you made eye contact with him and his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised a bit. what is he planning?

 what is he planning?

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| front porch |

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"bye," akiteru said out his side of the window and drove off

tsuki waved and walked up to the door, unlocking it. he groaned a bit and shook his hand, "there."

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