𝙏𝙄𝙋 𝙏𝙊𝙀 ── k. akabane

{11} hiro, [name] and megumi ₊˚ෆ

TIP TOE ─

©cupiidz :: ©yusei matsui

── "[name], don't you think you're moving on a little quick?" emi asked from your bed while you were sat at your vanity, getting ready to meet up with maehara yet again. "i mean, at the beginning of this month you couldn't stand this guy.

"we're just friends," you responded as you worked on blending your makeup.

"and i'm as straight as a ruler," emiko deadpanned. "seriously? you're just friends with a guy that has been fiending for you for like what? a month now? right after you give up on a guy he happens to be friends with?"

"what so i just can't have guy friends now?" you sighed, purposely dismissing the points she was making.

"i'm just saying, you took one message that you weren't even meant to see and ran with it. maybe he didn't mean it."

"he said what he said, em."

"how did you react when yuzuki asked if you and karma were talking again?" emiko crossed her arms - knowing full well you denied it with all your heart to your mutual friend.

"that's so different," you knew it wasn't. "yuzuki and karma are good friends, if i would've told her the truth she would've told him."

"except for the fact that she's one of our best friend's and wouldn't do that to you," emiko sighed. "whatever, if you wanna be friends with that maehara guy i can't stop you. where are you guys even going anyways?"

"he said he wanted to go to the mall, he wants to get a new hoodie and wants my opinion on what one to get."

"yeah because he would totally care that much about your opinion if you were just friends," she muttered under her breath.

── "hiro? hiro?! oh we've got nicknames for him now, i'm fucking killing myself i can't," karma laid his back down on the pavement , nakamura and asano sitting on the curb next to him. "i never got a stupid nickname."

"your name is karma. you try making a nickname out of karma," asano responded.

"mama," nakamura snickered to herself.

"i don't know, fucking kar or something," karma tried to defend himself.

"like a vroom vroom kar? yeah no," asano continued on. "let me see your phone."

karma handed his friend his phone, which was still opened onto your most recent instagram post.

"ooh yeah no, you're old news," nakamura laughed as she read the caption.

"imagine getting replaced by maehara," asano continued on.

"it's not funny! i thought everything was going well with her! then bam, she hates me."

"i'm telling you, you should've told me about her sooner," nakamura took the phone from asano. "i mean, i'm a girl that likes girls, i could've given you 10/10 advice but no, instead you had to tell firecrotch about her."

"i'm not even fucking ginger, i'm like a strawberry blonde," asano rolled his eyes.

"yeah no, you're ginger through and through, buddy," karma responded. "anyways, that's besides the point. i didn't think i needed advice, i didn't think this stuff would be so difficult."

"did you even like try to make it clear you were into her like that?" nakamura asked.

"i mean, i'd buy her like cakes and coffee and whatever whenever we'd meet up.."

"and?" nakamura wanted further detail.

"and what?" karma tilted his head in curiosity and confusion.

"and what else? what else did you do that was all like 'hey i want you'?"

"i'm supposed to do more?"

"oh jesus christ," asano groaned.