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𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 ー none 𝖆𝖚 ー modern au unedited.
your gaze across my cheeks turned them into strawberry fields.
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ーLAYING down
in your bedroom, you had your old earbuds plugged into your phone. Everything was still in the world, you could only hear the faint music from your phone playing what seemed to range from Rachmaninoff to Shubert. Your room was pitch-black, light pouring in from the soft glow of the moon through your curtains, your eyes trailing towards the ceiling as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. You drowned everything out, only your thoughts and the everlasting tempest of your imagination remained.
You would do anything to be hopelessly in love during the 19th century.
Something about it was so alluring to you, be it being hopelessly in love or being in the 19th century. The mere thought of being hopelessly in love re-emerged the soft, warm and bubbly feeling you'd get in the pit of your stomach when your eyes met his carnelian-coloured ones. Archons, how you adored those serene eyes of his, just everything in general. You were aware that there were no mutual feelings between you two, that you were just friends, nothing more and nothing less. But you couldn't help but just imagine.
Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you went back to having no thoughts. Your head was empty, no noise could be heard. For once in the hectic life of yours, you were at peace. Letting the music play softly into your ears as if you were being serenaded, your eyes began to droop. Just as you were about to let your fatigued body rest, a tiny "clunk" sound could be heard. As if a small rock or a group of pebbles were thrown at your window, but it also sounded like a knock. Stuffing your phone into one of your front pockets, you opened your once-shut curtains to reveal Tomo slowly but surely going from the tree near your bedroom window to the balcony. Your face held a neutral expression at this, but on the inside, you were quite definitely going 'what the literal fuck-'.
"yo! y/n! d'ya mind letting me in? it's freezing out here!" Tomo said as he slightly shivered even though he had a brown plaid scarf and a black turtleneck which seemed thick enough to protect him from the cold. Just going with the flow and not wondering as to why he was literally climbing a fucking tree, you just let him in. Tomo sighed in content as warmth spread throughout his body once he stepped into your room (tomo oneshot when, me/j-). You raised a brow, questioning the blonde boy (guy, dude, young adult, man, sir??- i suffered for 15 mins bc of this CRI-), and as to why he was at your house. Well, who was previously in your tree. He just gave you an innocent grin and just said "kazuha told me to come and get you."
come and get me for what?" you thought, literally no idea as to what Kazuha would want you for at this time.
"yeah, i know you're wondering as to why he'd want you right now so late at night, but he didn't tell me why either. so we're both as clueless," Tomo just shrugged as he said this. You just got a coat from a hanger in your closet and left with Tomo, wanting to know what Kazuha wants as it piqued your curiosity.
You and Tomo took lefts and rights, you neared a creek. You both walked downstream, there was a lake and a small piece of land. You could spot a white-haired boy with a red streak from the distance. The inside of your stomach churned, not in a bad way of course.
Kazuha waved at both of you once he saw you. You noticed he had his non-foldable polaroid camera, he always carried it around with him. Most likely for the reason that he was part of the photography club at your school. You three just spent the night stargazing and taking photos when you'd least expect it. Looking at the time on your phone, it was around 2 in the morning already. Before bidding your goodbyes to your two best friends, you handed a letter closed by a strip of washi tape which had gudetama on it. You felt the beat of your heart loudly thump in your ears, causing a ringing sensation.
Your cheeks set ablaze from running home from the lake, you ran up the stairs to your room. Not even bothered to take off your shoes before you went through the small hallway leading to the living room and the rest of the house. Hurriedly, you opened up one of your drawers and took out an old leather-bound journal you'd kept from years ago. Taking out a fine tip fountain pen, you wrote,
title 0.01 - 11/18/XXXX
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