𝐂𝐚𝐤𝐞 ♡

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

The s/c male paced back and forth his living room, his thoughts filled with a mix of plethora of feelings laid out.

There was excitement, I'd be able to make acquaintances from here on out Then there's the anxious What if i leave a bad impression? what if i fucked up? what if- And lastly, there's regret I shouldn't have agreed...

To describe m/n's state as panicked, is an understatement. He was completely losing his mind.

He stopped pacing when his eyes landed on a tupperware contained by a delicacy he used to enjoy as a kid. I hope they'd be a fan of sweets, He thought to himself as he stared at the meal.

He picked up his phone, looking to find some kind of distraction. Alas, he couldn't find anything of use. He deleted his social media apps, and all messaging apps. All that's left is his usual offline and online games that he uses to pass the time.

He let out a deep sigh as he collapsed on the couch, he found himself staring at the ceiling once more. His thoughts dug deeper and deeper.

As expected, nobody remembered my birthday... A bitter smile appeared on his lips, despite the sinking feeling in his chest, he ignored it. Crying over spilt milk won't do me any good He comforted himself, not that he'd expected from any one.

All my life, i have been nothing but a background character. I was never the first, nor the second. Instead, i was someone who watched from afar, my accomplishments were belittled by my own peers.

And i felt isolated, alone. And i know, it's not their responsibility to make me feel included, but a little hug or an 'how are you' would've been nice.

His little sob story was cut short by a knock on the door. He quickly stood from his seat as he desperately wiped out any signs of tears.

"Hi"

M/n greeted, his face showed a awkward smile, infront of him was the man he met earlier. Kita. He held his usual look. If m/n wouldn't have known him-- well, he still doesn't but he's progressing.

"Hello, are you ready?"

He asked in his ever consistent monotonous voice. Up till now, m/n can't handle this man's cold tone, even if he has good intentions. Ignoring that fact, he nodded before letting the gray haired male inside his home.

"I just have to get something"

M/n informed him, walking slightly fast towards his kitchen.

Whilst, m/n was grabbing something. Kita made himself comfortable by sitting at the boy's couch. He has...peculiar taste... Kita mumbled to no one. Glancing around, until his eyes landed on a specific picture beside him.

As much as well-mannered he is, even kita has his temptations, he went and pulled the picture frame towards him. Upon examining the picture, he saw m/n of course, and four more people.

They were wearing the same school uniform, kita squinted his eyes as he tried to read what it says on the breast pocket. The background seemed to be the front of their school.

"ne-ko-ma..."

Huh, he really is a city boy huh?