Atsumu sped too quickly out of the room for me to respond... If I should even. My arms hung low at my sides, swinging limply with gravity, and pulling my shoulders down with them. I stood there silently, staring at the blank wall and contemplating everything. I shouldn't be doing any of this. The contract, the friendship, the flirtation, the emotions soundlessly swelling up in my heart every time I talk to him.
Because now look, Y/n, now look. This fake life I'm living, this fake person I'm being, it's all crumbling to the ground and taking people with it. Innocent people.
If there's anyone so vile and disgusting at this party, it's me.
Atsumu may not be the best person here at all, but
"nobody here, really, is good."
My shoulder popped with the jolting turn I took toward the sudden voice.
"Omi..." I stated. He now loomed a shadow over me, leaning comfortably along the wooden doorframe. He wore a rather bored expression, and I assumed he hadn't witnessed my and Atsumu's recent conversation.
I kind of... stared at him curiously. 1- could he read my thoughts? and 2- why is he here?
I couldn't have been gone for at most eight minutes.
Omi's eyes, despite almost blending into the darkness, held a certain warmth as he stared back. I could feel it.
"It's, " He started, " from the book in your backpack. The art one."
"Ah, " I perked, " you mean Lanthum? You read it?"
you went through my backpack?
"Not really... It fell out while we were doing homework and I skimmed a few pages when you left. I, uhm, saw on page 96 you underlined, highlighted, and rewrote in pen that line."
oh
"I see... so what are you doing up here?"
Omi wiggled his hands which were stuffed in his pockets lamely and shrugged his shoulders high. " It got boring down there."
"And, " he said, " I was only able to figure out which room you were in because I heard some yelling..."
I faked a small laugh and a hand wave to shoot down his worry-- this is the last thing I want to screw up.
"What happened?"
"Nothing in particular. He was just complaining about stuff again."
He stared. " Okay."
END
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I Help You. (Sakusa Kiyoomi)
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