Years after they're first meeting in high school, Sugawara finds himself being dragged into a bar to see a familiar face.
Maybe he hasn't gotten over his high school girlfriend as well as he thought.
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-SUGAWARA KOSHI X READER
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☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ13. Text Messages Are So Disingenuous
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Sugawara felt incredibly guilty the next day. He didn't really think about his words as he said them and what they had meant to [y/n]. He just wanted to say something that would get back at her, something witty and similar to what she had said to him. It didn't really mean anything. He just wanted to show he was angry and she wasn't listening to his side of the story.
He knew [y/n]'s old high school self plagued her present self like a disease. She felt guilty about the way she was then and Sugawara had managed to rip open that wound without even realising he had the knife.
Whether or not she was a different person now. She still was as obvious with her opinions and feelings as she always had been. If someone annoyed her or hurt her, they'd know. She would make a scene if she wanted and walk away without caring if it hurt the person that hurt her, so Sugawara knew it was pretty much pointless to walk after her. So he let her be, went back upstairs and grabbed his keys to make the trek back home. He told Makoto he didn't know where [y/n] had went before he left. A blatant lie, but he knew Makoto's soft spot for [y/n] was much too strong to ever take his side in this awful situation.
He stayed up the whole night, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. The same thought that was on his mind since he first saw her stirred through his mind. How could a girl he hadn't seen in so long have this much of effect on him? If it truly was the lingering feeling of love, he couldn't admit it. It wasn't fair to feel like this.
Even if [y/n] was willing to recuperate his feelings, they'd probably just end up the same way. She wasn't going to be here for much longer, a couple weeks max and he couldn't bare the thought of the long distance and the feeling of being the one thing from her past holding on and refusing to let her move into the future all over again.
It might be good to apologise though. He may not be able to deal with the feeling of love again just yet but the thought of [y/n] hating him was much worse. Which is why he had now found himself staring at his phone screen. A keyboard and the contact name at the top of the screen, with no texts. He could find the right words to type that wouldn't come off as disingenuous and blank. Even a phone call didn't feel like the right tactic. Everything over a phone felt so flat.
He knew he had to go see her. All he needed to do was find her hotel room.
