oblivious | nahoya kawata

eighteen

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"YEAH, I'LL SEE YOU GUYS TOMORROW AT RESTAURANT, GOOD NIGHT, BYE!" you waved your hands in tiny as nahoya waved back enthusiastically and angry just nodded at you, you looked up at your apartment building, it was nearly 12 AM in the morning, you slouched your shoulders lazily, a yawn leaving your lips.

the two days trip literally got over in a blink of an eye, you loved being there and how the kawata's grandmother took care of you like your own. you honestly missed how a mother's embrace used to be, the warmth, those twinkling eyes, your mom used to be one of the best when everything had to go downhill, like a landslide.

you were scared to meet your mom after all those traumatizing things that happened in your past, but you atleast wanted to check if she's doing good, walking up the stairs, your footsteps echoed in the eerie stairs and lonely hallway in the middle of the night.

"key..." you mumbled, a frown marking up on your face as you shuffled in your pant pockets for the key, and then checked your bag, "where the fuck is the key..." you muttered through gritted teeth, "shit, it must've fell in the car" sighing, you looked around checking if anyone is there but no one was.

you slowly squated down, hand reaching for the small fake plant pot and slightly lifting it up and searching for the spare key of your apartment, the real annoyance built up in you when you didn't find it, lifting the pot up, you still didn't find it and there was literally nothing but dust.

"how the fuck am I supposed to get in now" you grumbled trying to keep your voice as low as possible since you didn't want to pay the penalty for breaking the rule. you wrapped your fingers around the cold knob of the door and twisting it not expecting it to open at all, knitting your brows together "how the fuck..." you shrugged off the feeling, just want o sleep after that long butt-aching travel.

you let your shoe on the door way, and straight to your room to fresh up first, you sighed when the hot water hit against your skin, fog filling up the bathroom as you sighed, all the pain and soreness in your body leaving in a slow but satisfying way. just throwing up a shorts and tank top, you went to the kitchen to fill up your water bottle.

you could possibly hear the sound of an water drop from your bathroom, that's how deadly silent it was, on your way to your room again, you had to take a double take at the thing you never used in your life, a pack of cigarette, slowly but steadily, your heart almost jumping out of your chest in anxiety, you reached for that stuff "who does it belong to?"

"it belongs to me, darling"

A/N ; new angry book is out, luvs <3