Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
・• ● ✩ ● •・
Little feelings wrapped around my tongue, and I Can't pretend I love the way it's easy to untie, If I keep up the same old shit. GOOD FOR YOU Spacey Jane —————————— Cause I'm getting older, Know that I've changed, and I can't go back now. Nothing's the same, But I won't forget the way you called my name REMEMBER ME Umi (all caps)
・• ● ✩ ● •・
How the fuck can you fall in love with someone you just met? I mean, obviously y/n hadn't fell in love with Jirou, but she might as well have. Kyouka seemed to be the most genuine person the e/c eyed girl ever had met.
Oh my fucking god, the dimples she got when she smiled were just so cute, like, y/n's heart burst at the sight of them. So gay. So fucking gay.
4:33am
Y/n's eyes fluttered open. Kyouka, a girl whom she had just met, was curled up in her arms as they leaned against the piano. "Jirou, wakey wakey."
Jirou just mumbled and clutched onto y/n's shirt more. The latter just sighed and brushed hair out of Kyouka's face. "Kyouka, please, love. You're squashing me." She whispered with a joking huff.
Kyouka's eyes shot open and she flung herself towards the ground in a scrambled to escape y/n's arms. "I'm so sorry, oh god, are you okay? I hope I wasn't too heavy, sorry!"
"It was a joke! I'm okay, I'm okay." Y/n laughed to herself at the purple haired girls antics. Pushing herself up, the lights switched on as l/n gained balance on her two feet.
The clock on the wall read 4:35am, must be automatic lighting system. "Hey," y/n started, "someone might be here soon, we can finally get out of this shit-hole."
Both of the girls started rushing around to clean up the clutter and mess they made, collecting each and everyone of their belongings; a lot of random shit.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway outside of the music room, y/n's e/c eyed gaze pierced through the door. Just as Jirou turned around, a clicking noise came from the door as the footsteps retreated along with some funky whistling... the cleaner has some sick beats!
