Hey before you read, don't! It's cringy and was made by a then middle schooler, I just don't wanna delete it for those who had the misfortune to actually read this. But I do got a new story that actually has grammar!
(F/N) (L/N), a smart but dumb gi...
'Oh shit, it's almost 7:00' She thought realizing that it was time to meet up with Sakusa.
(You can wear whatever you want :) If you don't know, here is something I found on Pinterest, Here is a black shirt and jeans, if you are not comfortable with the shirt and shorts)
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It was a pleasantly cool evening, a small breeze blew. Outside stood a tall man in sleek black pants and a pressed white button-up shirt, his hair in soft curls just like always, his blue surgical mask hovers over his mouth and nose like always. His hands behind his back trying to hide something.
"Oh shit, am I underdress?" Her face was glowing red like a tomato, it wasn't completely her fault, all that was told in the messages were to meet outside the hotel at around 6:45 or 7:00.
"Hm? No, what you're wearing is fine, let's go?" He mumbles still holding something behind his back.
"Hold, hold on, what's behind your back?" She teases running up to him, trying to snatch a glimpse of the inscrutability item.
With an annoyed look on his face, he pulls out his hands revealing . . . . . . . . . . . A packet of disinfecting wipes.
"Oh," This is not what she expected, not in the least. But, knowing Sakusa, she should've expected this.
