[✓] 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 . suna rintarou

31. we need to meet this boy

narrator's pov.

the sun peeked through the front window and onto the two of you asleep on the back seat.

you groaned and tucked your head further into the crook of his neck. he pulled you closer with one arm, rubbing his eyes with the other.

all of a sudden his eyes opened wide. "y/n," he said, shaking you. he reached under the blanket and pattered around for his pants, slipping his hand into the pocket to grab his phone.

"shit," he whispered as he saw the time. sunday, 7am. "y/n, wake up."

"what?" you mumbled sleepily.

"neither of us woke up, it's seven," rintarou told you. you shot up and immediately started panicking.

you looked around, "fuck, where's my dress?"

"here," he passed you your dress that was hanging over the back seat head rest. "your bag and shoes are in the front."

"my parents are probably worrying, what the hell was i thinking?" you freaked out.

"tell them... tell them you stayed at your friend's house maybe??"

you pulled your dress over your head quickly. "rin, what friends? i only have kyō, and i'm sure they wouldn't be happy to hear that i stayed the night at a boy's house."

"well, i don't know!!"

"uhh, i accidentally drank a lot of alcohol and- no, god dammit y/n," you cursed. "what do i do, what do i do?!"

"let's think about this critically, psychologically, physically, mentally, spiritually, socially-"

you gave him a confused look, "are you naming the dimensions of health..??"

"i'm trying to HELP."

"if i come clean about sleeping in this car they're gonna think i had sex," you groaned.

yeah, you did have sex, but they didn't need to know that!

you were both stressing. rintarou's dad wouldn't really care that he was home days late, but he was worried about you.

"are there really any better options though?" you asked, making a poor attempt to smooth down your hair.

"hear me out, the friend thing might work. just lie about making a new friend and staying at her house. they'll probably still be mad but at least it was a girl, right?"

"shit, i'm just digging a deeper hole for myself. i hate lying to them."

"do what you gotta do," he sighed, opening his car door in sync with yours.

he got back into the drivers seat while you got in the passenger's. "i'll drop you off a few houses down from yours, okay?"

"okay, that's okay. everything's gonna be okay."

—

"you couldn't have texted? you couldn't have called? we were this close to calling the fucking police and filing a missing persons report!" your mom yelled.

your dad placed his hand on your mother's shoulder and she shoved it off quickly. "don't touch me, i feel like breaking someone's arms off."

"y/n, we were just very worried. i think your mom's still a little shaken up — we couldn't sleep last night."

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry i swear. i should've contacted you. i regret it, it was careless and selfish and i'm so sorry."

your mom's head fell into her hands and she sighed. you thought it was a display of anger, but soon you heard sounds of quiet sobbing.