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Your weekend started out normal, as always. Your father out job hunting, while you kept cleaning out your room, for stuff you want to donate.
I own so much junk, jeez.
A little memory found its way to your hand, as you found your first cellphone.
Dust scattered the outside, and it nearly broke just flipping it open. But it held a swarm of pleasing memories.
You slightly smile, seeing Sugawara's name as Koushi ʕ •ᴥ• ʔ because you thought you were so quirky when you were younger. Not to mention, that massive crush you had on him.
As you browse through old photos and messages, loud thumps were heard next door.
Speak of the Devil.
You roll your window up and peak your head out.
"Koushi! Have some neighborhood etiquette and shut the hell up!" you shout at him.
He caught his volleyball and looked back up at you.
"Then can we hang out, Y/N?" he curiously asked with a genuine smile.
"Why would I, or anyone in the world, want to hangout with you?" you question.
He smirks and proceeds to toss the volleyball up, only to hit it at the side of his house. The noise repeated itself, until you couldn't take it anymore.
"Fine! Fine!" you exclaim. "That's just— too loud. It's too loud."
Sugawara caught the ball and placed it under his arm.
"Great, I have volleyball practice in a few minutes. Meet me at school in a hour." he confidently says.
The way he said that made it sound like-
"It's a date!" Sugawara adds on.
"It is not a date!" you shout back, but he was already walking back into his house. "KOUSHI!"
{^.^}
"That little bastard." you mutter to yourself as the time ticked by and you've just been waiting by the school gates.
