𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.
❝ in which you piece together the fragments of your past...
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"Y'all are late."
You released a sigh of exasperation, coming to a halt in front of your three friends who looked ready to fall asleep from standing in front of the shopping mall for hours, "All the blame should go to this prick beside me who refused to leave the gym."
"I needed to play the part or Iwa-chan will get suspicious!"
"You could have just hid in the cafeteria like the rest of us." Hanamaki rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. Did he go home?" The brunette asked, adjusting the strap of his volleyball bag strung across his chest.
Reina nodded, "Yeah, let's go. I don't even know what to get him."
You sighed, "If we're completely stuck, let's just get him a Godzilla plushie and call it a day."
"That's so unoriginal, Y/N-chan. How are you gonna earn his love with such a predictable birthday present?"
With a vein on your forehead threatening to burst with annoyance, your hand raised and smacked the back of the brunette's head. He whined exaggeratedly, rubbing the area with a fake tear.
The boy with shaggy black hair and thick eyebrows next to you patted your shoulder sympathetically, "I still don't understand where he got that idea of you liking Hajime from."
