Hidden in the sand

(𝟖)𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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Now, sending that picture to her wasn't the worst decision he's made, in fact he was beginning to think it was quite the opposite.

Sure it was a burner phone and it didn't have too many contacts nor texts in it, but it appeared as though she took that into her own hands.

The first time it happened he had to turn the device on and off just to double check his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

'Good morning! Hope you slept well! I think I've come across a song you might like called Dirty Night Clowns by Christ Garneau :)'

The text was simple, merely having a greeting followed by the song she'd been talking about and yet for some reason...he couldn't help but feel relaxed. Incredibly relaxed.

Rolling his shoulders in place the man stood up from his bed trailing around the dark confines of his room, his mind lingered back to the simple message pondering if it was just something she'd do today.

But he'd be wrong in assuming that.

Over the course of a few days she'd continue this little habit recommending a song each time as, that of which were added to their own playlist within the mans Ipod. The messages themselves were all sent around the same time leading him to assume that was around the time she'd either left or woken up for work.

'Good morning Abba! I saw a cat this morning and it's grumpy face reminded me of you!' As per usual the message was followed by another song and smiley face, something that'd become a trademark in texting her although he was more hung up about the way she'd added Abba to the text.

He wasn't particularly fond of getting them but from you he found to qualm about it.

"Hey, hey Abbaccio? Abbacchioooo? Abbacchio!" A loud sigh left the man and his attention trailed away from the phones screen towards his teammates currently pestering him about god knows what.

"What."

"What are you listening to?" Gesturing towards the headphones that the white haired man had once more, the younger black haired boy quirked a brow. They were all familiar with the type of music the man liked listening to so it was a surprise to hear another genre let alone something that was completely different.

"Music." Answering with one word he crossed his arms watching the way his teammate let out a huff.

"Yeah we gathered that, but what kind? Because that sure as hell doesn't sound like what you usually listen to." Pointing that out it seemed as though the remaining two seated around the table nodded in agreement.

"And what's it to you?"

Snapping his fingers as if coming to a conclusion the one with a sweater spoke up this time, his expression clearly portraying that of someone who'd figured something out, "Ah I get it," Waiting for Abbacchio's ombre hues to look over the man continued. "They're song recommendations from your girlfriend aren't they? That's adorable."

"What? No they're just-" "Songs that she recommends to you and you listen to them. I get it, I get it." Cutting off the man a sly smile had crawled onto the sweater wearing mans face. "She's cute so I'll give you that."

"You look very at peace listening to whatever she's been suggesting. I think that's what he means to say." Across the table from him the strawberry blond had chimed in, his assessment of the situation was calmer and more respectful than the otters.

Though from their perspective the man was acting different than usual lately.

Less...on edge and more relaxed.

There was always the feeling of walking on eggshells before with the way his mood fluctuated, but now it was as though they were seeing a whole another side of him. The calm looks and faint smiles while listening to whatever song played didn't go unnoticed.

"She has good music taste." Simply stating that he clicked his tongue afterwards, (Y/N) having been referred to as his girlfriend hadn't even registered properly in his mind. "That's all. You guys are making it such a big deal it's stupid." Crossing his arms and looking to the side Abbacchio visibly increased the volume of whatever song was playing.

"He's hopeless." Letting out his own sigh at the realization that their conversation went nowhere the blond was greeted with a varying amount of nods.

The other two quickly agreeing that the white haired man was stubborn as hell.