Favorite Crime || Mikey/OC/Mitsuya

14 - suspended in pictures

the morning, if I were to describe it in one word, is chaotic. I woke up after Emma had cooked breakfast; ironically, Mikey was the one who woke me up today.

I picked up my phone before leaving my room, and Takashi had already sent me a text by then saying to call him once I was ready for him to pick me up. I was quite reluctant to face him, half ashamed of how I acted and half still mad at him for leaving me in the dust. in the end after much deliberation and staring at my phone, I text him to come in ten minutes.

"Izumi, here," Mikey says as he places food on my bowl.

not a minute later, he puts another piece of food on my bowl.

the same happens right after I take a single bite of the beef he had placed.

once I munch on that he places another.

"Mikey, calm down a little," I mutter, looking at him weirdly.

"he's just worried," Emma grins.

"I'm the one worried here...our Mikey...sharing food..."

"Izumi just eat it, you're so annoying," Mikey huffs.

the siblings were walking on eggshells around me because of last night, which kind of stressed me out since there really was no need to worry this much. Emma even insisted on doing the dishes even when I did't get to help her out in cooking breakfast.

I go back to my room right after eating as I call Takashi, putting him on speaker as I shuffle through my clothes.

"hey," he responds.

"uh, hi. what should I wear?"

"anything?"

"right."

"wear thick clothes, Kurokawa. it's cold...I just stopped by somewhere first, I'm coming there alright?"

"okay, then I'll take a shower first."

"of course, there's no rush."

"see you, Takashi."

"yeah."

"bye."

I couldn't really cut the call yet since I was still preoccupied with my clothes but I reckon he ended it himself since the line quieted down.

"bye."

my heart almost drops upon hearing his voice again. I stare at my phone on the table, finding it too early in the morning to be flustered.

"I love you."

his voice was a whisper—almost thoughtless—like he intended to say it to himself and not to me, his deep, casual voice still ringing through my room and bouncing against the walls. I can't unhear it. I keep on hearing it.

I tiptoe towards my desk, afraid that he'd hear my footsteps, before I quickly shut my phone. did he think that I ended the call? was that an accident? it strangely felt like a lovers' conversation wherein they say 'bye, I love you' so casually before ending a call. I stifle my scream in my hands.

just how does he feel about me?

without notice, my bedroom door flies open, causing me to frowningly look upon who had entered. to no one's surprise it was Mikey.

"what's wrong?" he asks, looking like he had rushed in.

I guess I do look weird, crouching before my mattress with my hand over my mouth. I clear my throat, standing up and approaching him.

"nothing."

"what?" he frowns, "I heard you scream."

well, I heard him say 'I love you.' we all have our problems, Mikey.