Two days before going back to school, and here he was, triple checking his outfit in the wall length mirror rather than studying.
Shinso sighed, knowing he would never be completely satisfied with what he was going to wear.He pulled at the sides of his zipper hoodie, the black of it contrasting with the tight white shirt underneath. Shinso then tapped down his pale jeans, looking himself over one last time. Was this too casual? Did Y/n prefer the button up shirts and ties they wore at school? Or would this be alright?
"Hitoshi?"
Shinso jumped at the voice coming from the entrance of his room, his head almost making a one-eighty degree turn, his purple irises landing on none other than his own mother.
"What?" he muttered, unimpressed by her sudden appearance. He hadn't told her anything about the girl yet, mostly because he didn't want to go through the series of questions that would most certainly follow.
"Oh, are you going out with your friends?" she asked, a small smile on her face. She was happy her child was being so sociable as of lately. Shinso squinted at her, unsure about his next moves. Was it worth telling her now? He pondered on the thought briefly before deciding against it, promising himself if all was going to go well, that he would tell her everything later on.
"Uh- yeah, sure" he replied. His mother gave him a nod before walking in to his room and sitting down on the corner of the bed.
"Is that so? Must be some very important friends if you're that worried about what you're wearing" she smirked, her thumb pointing behind her at the pile of clothes that had amounted on the top of the chair at his desk.
Shinso's cheeks turned bright pink as he was caught in his lie, his mother clearly holding back her laugh at her son's flustered face. Her hands rested on the bed behind her, her legs crossed one over the other as she tilted her head, her lilac hair dropping over her shoulder.
"Who is she?"
Shinso's gaze fell on the mirror once again, his reflection showing his tense demeanour. He rolled his shoulders, taking a deep breath, forcing a small smile on to his face before looking back at his mother.
"She works at the cat café near school"
His mother's eyes glistened as she recalled her son mentioning that spot quite a lot in the recent months. That place had also been the reason why he had insisted so much on getting the cat they now owned. Right on queue, the feline slipped through the ajar door, letting out a small meow of struggle before jogging to the boy's feet and rubbing its side all over his ankles. Both mother and son smiled at the creature.
"I'll tell you more later, I have to go now" Shinso muttered, his cheeks still a little rosy, but his tense stance was no longer there.
"Have fun, just, not too much fun, ok?" his mother winked, making Shinso groan at her inappropriate comment.
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Y/n rested her palms on the counter, making sure to keep her hands away from her tired face so she wouldn't smudge the make up she had put on. Her shift was about to end, meaning that Shinso would probably be here any minute.
"Why don't you get yourself sorted out in the bathroom? I'll take it from here" Kaori smiled, shooing Y/n away. Both her boss and her mother knew about the upcoming date and had pestered Y/n with questions about how things were going between the two of them.
Y/n washed her hands in the sink before carefully taking her apron off and looking at herself in the mirror. She fixed up her hair, making sure it looked good enough for her to not feel too self-conscious about it throughout the whole evening. Her gaze fell on to her face. Although she could feel the pressure and the anxiousness get to her, Y/n couldn't help but smile. She had a good feeling about this, it was almost as if she was finally putting the last pieces, of the puzzle that was her life, together.
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