daddy issues ; ushijima wakatoshi

sixteen

harsh sunlight broke through the curtains, waking sumiye up from her peaceful sleep. rubbing her eyes, she checked the time on her phone. slate colored eyes read "8:23" with a sour expression. hashimoto sumiye was not a morning person.

flopping back onto her bed, the redhead screwed her eyes shut, attempting to go back to sleep. sumiye was already half asleep when the memories from last night flooded back, causing her eyes to shoot open. she got in not one, but two fights with the people she cares about. sumiye's shoulder's raised as she cringed.

"on the bright side, fighting with kentarō lead me to getting to know ushijima."  she thought while crawling out of bed. but who was the girl kidding? sumiye would've much rather have had a date night her boyfriend instead of a movie night with some random classmate.

scrolling through the notifications on her phone, sumiye skimmed lena yelling at shiro in the groupchat and kentarō spamming her phone. responding to those text messages sounded like too much effort, so the redhead just ignored them. before she could shut her phone off, an email notification caught sumiye's eye.

ushijimawakatoshi@yahoo.com
hello, hashimoto-san. i'm emailing you to check in. how are you feeling today?

hashisumi@gmail.com
hey, ushijima-san. i'm good, thanks for checking in!

ushijimawakatoshi@yahoo.com
okay, see you in class on monday. have a good day.

hashisumi@gmail.com
wait! are you busy right now?

ushijimawakatoshi@yahoo.com
i am about to head to the gym.

hashisumi@gmail.com
perfect!! wait for me at the front of the school :)

ushijima stopped responding to her messages, but she hoped he would actually wait for her. it was weird that sumiye invited herself along when ushijima was practically a stranger, but since when did she give a fuck?

speedily, sumiye threw on clothes that are gym appropriate before dashing out the door. the redhead didn't own gym clothing (because exercise is gross), but she did her best with what she had.

"mornin', ushijima-san." she greeted with a half-assed wave. "how's it going?"

the ace looked up from his phone, the same stoic look on his face as always. "good morning, hashimoto-san. i'm good; i already warmed up with my morning jog."

"oh, gross." sumiye shoved her hands in her zip-up's pockets, walking towards the bus stop before he had time to react.

his large strides allowed him to easily catch up with the shorter girl. "you seem to be in a better mood today."

sarcasm slipped past the redhead's lips before she could think about it. "i don't know what you're talking about; i'm always in a good mood." she shrugged as they approached the bus stop.

"that's not true."

sumiye snorted at his blunt response– he really didn't get idioms. before she could respond, the bus approached them. the two teenagers boarded and sat in silence the whole ride to the gym.

getting off the bus, the girl couldn't help but marvel at the gym in front of her. the exterior had a modern design, and it looked liked it belonged in a gentrified neighborhood that rich white people frequented.