VIOLET SKY, takigawa chris yuu

━ chapter twenty-two

act ii

how do we do this?
( carefully. )

chapter twenty-two

❛don't choke❜

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"Who said anything about the dance?"

Well. Chris can't deny his own curiosity at that, but Hosaki zeroes in on him immediately, eyes narrowed.

"You. Out."

He holds up his hands. "I'm going."

Amara looks set to protest but he drops a quick kiss on her cheek and whispers for her to just trust them before Akamine grabs him by the wrist and drags him away.

He pulls on his shoes again, hearing Amara start muttering something to Hosaki while he steps outside. The cold air soothes the heated skin of face.

"Here." Akamine drops his dorm key back into his hand. "Get back to your dorm, one of us will be there in about fifteen minutes to help you before she gets there. Check it out, make sure it's to your liking or whatever. You're welcome, senpai."

He smiles. "Thank you."

She closes the door in his face.

Chris is so mellowed out from his reconciliation with Amara that he only laughs quietly to himself and starts toward his own dorm building. It feels like he's walking on air, this indescribable feeling of warmth swelling in his chest.

His phone vibrates from the inside of his jacket and he pulls it out, the display bright in the darkness.

There's a text from Jun.

isashiki jun
whered u go dude

There was a change in plans. I'll tell you the details later.

isashiki jun
cliff notes version

He snorts softly and imagines their other friends crowded around Jun, in the corner of the gym.

We made up. Hosaki and Akamine did something in our dorm and they're getting her ready right now. I'm not entirely sure what's happening tbh but I think they're trying to make up for the fact that we can't go back to the gym.

isashiki jun
finally

isashiki jun
take pictures or ill kick ur ass!

He chuckles and enters the dorm building, heading for the stairwell. He is certain his mom would skin him alive if this turned out to be memorable and he didn't have any pictures.

It is suffocatingly warm in the building; he tugs absently at the knot of his tie as he climbs the stairs to the third floor, ignoring the sweat that starts to bead at his hairline.

He walks the familiar path to his dorm, his curiosity reaching its peak as he unlocks the door and pushes it open.

Chris has to admit. Hosaki and Akamine really outdid themselves with this.

It seems they have either been secretly planning to force him and Amara to reconcile today or they raided the drama classroom on a whim.

Whichever the case, the yellow fairy lights that are strung up around the room, tangled around the knobs of the bedposts of each of the beds, are strategically placed, glowing softly in the dim lights, the overhead light turned off, leaving only the fairy lights and a few lamps on the desks turned on to create a peaceful ambiance.