𝟎𝟓.𝟎𝟏 𝑨𝑴 [𝑻.𝑺𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑰]

thirteen.

'𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌!'
-you got a nice ass too.

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confusion would strike you easy at times like this. you were wearing clothes that weren't yours. you were walking around in a place that wasn't yours. you were touching things that never belonged to you. you were breathing unfamiliar air. the setting you were placed in didn't seem real.

and being honest to yourself, it felt pretty nice.

it wasn't a one night stand from a whole night of downing hard liquor and putting whatever was placed in front of you in your mouth, hoping to feel euphoric, and ending up in someone's apartment butt-naked.

you would do anything to never experience that ever again.

but as you were wearing a baggy shirt, surprisingly huge on you considering tendou wasn't really a huge guy. tendou was slender, but the man was tall. his hair would droop low covering his forehead, and considering his high school pictures, he probably gave up on the hair gel.

besides the strange scenery and the context behind the situation, it still felt right. you thanked your gut for giving you the right path. for telling yourself that going after him is worth it. that he'll be one of the best things to happen to your chained up and controlled life.

he was going to be your freedom.

the paradise you craved.

you were sitting on the sofa, after washing your face and drinking some water, then your attention turned to the door that opened slowly, revealing the redhead with two coffees and two paper bags, assuming it's filled with both of your sandwiches.

"haven't showered?" you shake your head slowly and stand up to walk up to him, helping him set down the things on the counter.

"reckon you were waiting for me then?" he slyly asks. you slowly nod, still gazing on the counter beside you, while he stood in front of you.

"everything okay there?" he was trying to ignore his racing heart as you just admitted that you were waiting for him. for some reason, such a small gesture and consideration towards him made his heart leap. his head waking up a little, his lightbulb flickering lighter.

you take a deep breath and look at him. studying his features slowly. his cheekbones were pretty prominent, trying hard to not trace your fingers over them, memorizing their patterns. his eyes were droopy, the red isn't so prominent anymore. his dark circles complimented the dark red. his nose and cheeks would have a slight tint of pink early in the morning. his lips were still pink but a little cracked from the lack of water.

his hair was long, it went down just above his shoulders, he would tie half of it up in the morning too. bangs would cover his forehead, almost his eyes.

"everything's perfect." you smile.

subtly, he was probably memorizing your features too.

"you're pretty satori."

there's that ache in his chest. the lump in his throat, the breath escaping his lips. the rising of his eyebrows. the widened of his eyes, showcasing his rare orbs. the inhale through his nose as he finds an appropriate breathing pattern.

1,2,3.... 1,2,3....

"why would you say that." he sighs as his soul finds its way back to his body, his eyes closed shut and head thrown back.

"and you got a nice ass too."

"WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!" his posture completely changed. tension released from his shoulders, breathing pattern coming back to normal.

it seemed like you knew this. like you said something that probably startled something in him, and after discovering so, you decided to let him breathe. with some sick joke.

he sits on the couch after grabbing his bag and coffee, taps the seat beside him gesturing for you to join him, reminding you that it'll get cold and won't taste as good. you do as told.

"for your info." he breaks the tension after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "you're pretty too."

what was that again? 1,2,3.... 1,2,3....

"and you got a nice ass too."

you nearly choked.

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after some farewells, you have decided to take the heavy hearted decision of leaving and going separate ways. it made you remanisine actually. it made you realize so many things that have been left out of your life. specifically those teenage years.

where you were stressed about choosing a career path instead of genuinely acting like a teenager. or maybe that was the actual route you were supposed to go to. that teenage years aren't supposed to be fun. that it was just a stereotype to make kids stress out more.

either way you didn't enjoy it. you don't know if you were supposed to.

tendou did though. there were many things he wished he could change but, at the fair moment, there were regrets. tears still stain his pillows.

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"is everything okay satori?"

"yes toshi, why?"

"did you sleep?"

"no, toshi, why?"

"why not?"

"i'm not sure."

"you look tired."

"i am toshi."

"then sleep."

"no. toshi. i'm tired."

his warmth would devour tendou each time. his arms would go around his torso and his chin would sit on top of tendou's head. breathing in tendou's scent, slowly massaging the back of tendou's back. tendou would lean his head closer into his chest, his arms snaking around ushijima lazily, inhaling to keep his breath steady.

ushijima would find the perfect time to talk once he feels his shirt get heavy. get wet.

"it's okay satori. you're okay."

a tear that tendou never discovered will roll down his cheek. staying anonymous from tendou's presence. keeping it secret.

"i'm here. i will be, for a while."

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