Lavender | Wakatoshi Ushijima

12 | Rooftop

Even though it's been a week, Wakatoshi and I have formed a routine. Walk together after practice, and head straight to my home when we have a lesson.

He and I are approaching the gates after a lesson, it's around 10:30 p.m. Pretty late. We were out with the team for lunch, and we decided to go to a lake and laze around on the lawn. We caught up on some homework and snacked, I did most of the tutoring. It was fun and outgoing, a day of fresh breath and freedom.

"It's getting pretty late, would you want to grab a glass of water before you go?" I offer.

"I don't mind."

"Come on in then," I smile gleefully.

I open the gate and we walk onto the steps on the lawn. We enter the house, which is empty. We place our shoes at the door and I lead him into the kitchen.

He takes a seat at the stools by the counter while I pour us glasses of water. I push his glass towards him. He seems glum tonight, but there's something I've been wanting to show him.

"Follow me."

He does, trusting me entirely, and that's when I lead him up the stairs, down the hall, and up a ladder to the rooftop.

He's under me on the ladder, careful to keep a distance. I open the tiny door, peeking out to check the weather.

"We're in the clear, let's go!" I smile down at him. We go up on the rooftop.

We look outside at the plain view before I say, "You're the first person I bring up here. This view is amazing at night, the breeze plays with the flowers and the trees, and it's breathtaking. I want you to see it."

The rooftop is safe, which if why I come up here sometimes.

"Watch your step!" I laugh.

That's when he turns towards me. His hair tousled by the breeze, his blouse whiter under the moonlight.

I think he's going to say something but he doesn't. Neither do I.

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He faces her. Plain and simple.

Whilst he does, he experiences a sensation like never before. He remembers her, but from the past. As if he's never left it.

What she doesn't expect is that she feels the same sensation. Like they'd met for the first time.

He don't know what to do, so he turns back around.

He feels unsteady on the tilted roof under him. The only thing that comes to mind is to hold on for safety.

He takes her hand from behind him. Warm, soft, grasping onto him as well. Something they both don't know they need, but the silence says otherwise.

She's shocked. What is he doing?

"Be careful," Hana whispers.

They reach the flat ledge of the roof where they sit down, their legs dangling down the edge. Both of them refuse to look down, but the breeze is tranquil and soft on their skin.

"The view is like you said," he remarks softly.

A glimpse at each other and the same sensation come back to them.

"Do you remember when we first met?" He speaks in a sullen tone.

"Like it was yesterday," she sweetly replies, taking a sip from the cup to desperately cool her down. Her face had flushed, and she prays it's too dark for him to notice.

"Even though we're in our final year of high school, I never got to properly thank you for that day."

"You don't need to, Wakatoshi. You were my first friend, that's more than enough." She replies.