in which an ordinary school's drama club turns out to be the entire school's ego. 'when we're on that stage, only you and me know that what we're doing isn't acting, we're sorting out our issues.'
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Sakusa Kiyoomi..god, I think I'm falling for you.
I'm twisting and turning, sighing and groaning, kicking and yelling but none of it changes the fact that I might actually like a germaphobe.
"Tsumu, get up you beanbag! I'll give Suna shotgun instead if you aren't ready in the next five minutes!"
"Shut up!"
Get up you lazy pillock.
Riding with these two is incredibly boring and creepy at the same time. Twin telepathy? Pfft, no. How about boyfriend telepathy. None of them barely say any real words. They just hum or mumble stuff and somehow, the other understands.
To make matters worse, whenever Osamu picks Suna up, they never skip a smoke session, so the whole car smells like a drug hideout.
I tumble out of my room in a hurry, clumsily bumping into my mom on my way out the door.
Opening the car door like a normal person was an option but I decided to dive through the open window, it was faster and funner in my opinion. "Hey, where are we going? This isn't the right way for school." I kick osamu's seat.
"I thought you might've wanted to pick that germaphobe up like you always do? Suna even took the time to clean out the car." Osamu shrugged as Suna stuck the blunt in between his lips for him.
