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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"Yeah, we thought Kita liked girl group idols. But turns out it was Aran and Kita was just tagged along to the mall to attend a tea exhibition. Biggest waste of my time."
You chuckled as you leaned on the oak railing of the small balcony, deeply amused by the story Suna was telling about their high school days where they tried figuring out what Kita's weakness was.
"You talk as if you weren't curious too."
Suna rolled his eyes, "I was forced into it by the twins. Atsumu even decided to pretend to be a ghost to scare Kita after practice. Ended up scaring himself because the locker room was dark and he got caught in the bedsheet he pulled over himself."
"Sounds like Atsumu." You rolled your eyes, "Did you guys end up figuring it out?"
"Static electricity."
You bit back a laugh as Suna inhaled from his vape.
"Seriously? That's so random."
"Didn't you realise that Kita never put his arms through his sleeves?"
"Now that you mention it, I have noticed that."
Humming to yourself, you recalled that time at the bonfire where you bumped into Shinsuke after the encounter with Tendou. His jacket was draped over his shoulders like it always was, somewhat like a cape. It was an interesting habit and your heart felt heavy knowing that you weren't able to divulge more of his peculiar quirks anymore.
