Hate You Love You/ K. Sakusa (On haitus)

Hate

"Y/N for the love of god don't do this." Sestu groaned as she looked helplessly at her best friend.
"He deserves it. That tall piece of shit." Y/N growled as she stood on a stool, tip toeing as she placed a bucket on top of the doorframe.
"I'm sure he didn't mean do it. You know him, he's a jackass without even noticing." Sestu tried to reason, but made no move to stop Y/N.
"Sestu, he ate my last mazapan. You know how much I love those. Miss Emilia had given me a her last box as a parting gift and it meant a lot to me." Y/N huffed as she finally stepped down from the stool.

Emilia Rosa was one of the teachers at Y/N's college. Y/N didn't have any classes with her but had wandered into her classroom on her first year. Every Friday after her classes, Y/N would sit with with the older women and listen to the stories of her time when she lived in Mexico. She was soon introduced to the culture and food, which she fell in love with. Mazapans were favorite from the beginning, Emilia always sneaking her some when her family sent her packages from Mexico. Spanish was a lot easier for Y/N to learn compared to English, and she noticed how excited Emilia had gotten when she asked if she could teach her more.

"I mean he said sorry right?" Sestu wondered. She wasn't there when the incident happened, but had walked into the aftermath. Y/N had been fuming as she threw a volleyball at Sakusa's face, him returning the favor.
"Sorry isn't in his vocabulary." Y/N muttered as she dusted off her hands and placed them on her hips.
"What exactly did you put in there?" Sestu asked as she gave Y/N a suspicious look.

"Chocolate milk."
"Chocolate milk?"
"Spoiled chocolate milk." Y/N corrected with an evil smirk.
"Y/N. He's going to hate you." Sestu warned.
"I'm sure he already does. It's only been a week and he's almost killed me." Y/N said with a shiver as she remembered the day she almost lost her life.

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She had been minding her own business as one does when she came across a journal. She was visiting the Black Jackals' share house and she had wandered onto the balcony. How was she supposed to know the balcony was strictly Sakusa's space only unless said otherwise? She was going to leave the journal alone, but it was practically screaming at her to open it. It was a simple black journal that was tied closed, years could be seen on the cover for it was torn in some places and ripped in others. What had caught her attention was the writing on the front.

The music is not in the notes, but in the silence between - Mozart

It was printed in white as it contrasted the rest of the cover. Y/N couldn't make sense of what it meant, picking it up to see what had been written inside. Sticky notes stuck out from certain pages as she flipped through the yellow pages. Music notes that she couldn't read painted the pages as she flipped through them. On the pages closer to the back she started to see writing. Whoever wrote these words seemed to in a conflict with themselves, for the words were erased over and over again. Sentences were half written and smeared as the pages stained in ink and lead.

Poems?
Songs?

Y/N didn't know and she didn't get to find out.

"What are you doing?" a voiced seethed from behind her. She whipped her head around to see a very upset Sakusa glaring at her. It seemed that he had just taken a shower, his hair damp and a towel draped over his shoulders as he wore his night clothes.
"N-Nothing. I was just here and I found this." she explained as she held up the journal, feeling very accused. Sakusa had wide eyes as he saw his journal in her hand, where it didn't belong.
"Give that to me. And get away from here, you're spreading germs." he hissed at her as he made a step closer to her, and much to his annoyance she stepped back.
"Oh this is yours?" she asked innocently.
"Yes, it's mine." he growled at her.
"So you know music. What do you play?" she asked as she hid her smirk, walking around the table as Sakusa followed her with fumes coming from his ears.
"It's not your business. Now give it back. Now." he said with a stern voice, his patience deciding to jump off a cliff at the sight of Y/N.
"What's the magic word?" she sang at him like he was a child. Her smirk soon fell when he started to run around the table at her.