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ʚ𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕ɞ
⊱┊𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢: can we talk? ⊱┊𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢: Y/n? ⊱┊𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢: hello? ⊱┊𝐦𝐞: I'm busy.
Megumi is typing.
Incoming call from Megumi
I sigh in annoyance but answer the call anyway.
"What do you want Megumi?"
"To talk to you obviously."
"If you're going to continue being an asshole, I'm hanging up."
"Wait no. I'm sorry okay, I had to do something and I've had a bad day and admittedly I was an asshole but just," he sighs, "please just let me explain why.'
"I-"
"Please?" He sounds almost desperate.
"Fine. Meet me under the oak tree by the old park in an hour."
There's silence on the other side of the line.
"Why there?"
"Why not? Theres a bench underneath it, we can just sit there."
"You've noticed the bench before?"
"Megumi what's up with these questions? Yes I've seen the bloody bench before," I reply exasperatedly.
He clears his throat, "Right, of course. See you in an hour." I hang up the phone.
Why is he so interested in that bench? It's 8 o clock when I leave the house, giving myself plenty of time to walk there. A part of me is nervous, speaking to Megumi is usually effortless and I don't have to think about it. But now I can't stop thinking about it.
About him. Every day.
He's hasn't been that cold with me since the first time we met, looking back I wonder how we got here. How did I become so close with someone who seemed so far away?
He's allowed to be busy, I didn't mind not hanging out with him today but I couldn't care less if he bought me a thousand flowers, I won't be spoken to like i'm insignificant. But his voice on the phone sounded shaky, and his pleas for me to hear him out were too distraught to say no to.
So here I am, approaching the bench that he's already sat on. This situation seems oddly familiar. I take the moment to look at him. He's hunched over. His head is in his hands. His leg is shaking. His breathing sounds heavy. His hair looks a mess. I walk closer, placing my hand on his shoulder gently.
"Megumi?"
His head shoots up, those breathtaking eyes meeting with mine and my god I almost drown in the emotions swimming in them.
"You came," he breathes out in disbelief. I move to sit by him, caressing his cheek with my hand,
