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IT HAS BEEN ANOTHER WEEK AND (Y/N) AND HER MOTHER STILL didn't make peace. At the very moment, Keisuke was over (y/n)'s house bored. He stared at his friend not knowing what to do or say.
He randomly then sighed catching the girl's attention as she asks "What?"
"Nothing" he said shrugging. "It's just that uh-" he paused. Should he say it? Would she get mad? He knew she would, but he also knew that he had to do something about it. "I think you should go talk to your mom"
"No" the girl coldly replied.
"Come on (y/n). It's been two weeks" the black haired begged his friend.
"I said no!" she protested.
"But- okay you know what? I don't care. I'll go tell her that it was because of me, because it is"
"What?! No, Kei stop"
"I have to take my responsibilities (y/n)"
"Then she won't ever allow you to come over"
"Why is she so mad about a damn vase?"
(y/n) stood quiet. She didn't know how to say it and she hated to say it too. "That was her childhood best friend's last gift before he died"
"Oh"
"I figured out that she had feelings for him too"
"Oh"
"Yeah. But I feel like she's hiding more"
"Well, how about we go ask her about it?" the ravenette suggested.
"Are you fucking crazy?" the girl replied not so sure if she heard her friend's words right.
"Yes I am. Now let's go" the black haired said as he grabbed his friend's hand.
"Wait Kei- what?!?" (y/n) said not even trying to pull her hand back from her friend.
"No denying. You're coming with me"
"But-"
"No but"
(y/n) sighs and nods. They both head their way to the living room, where her mom was. Keisuke then gave (y/n) a sign to say something but the girl shook her head.
The black haired sighed and said "Mrs (l/n)" which caught the mother's attention. This one turned her head around to face the young adult. "I have to say something. I broke the vase, not Mrs Matsuoka. Something hit it and she was gonna pick it up before it breaks but it was too late. It broke. I'm terribly sorry Mrs (l/n)" the boy said while bowing.
(y/n)'s mother stood quiet. She didn't know how to react to this. Taking advantage of the silence, (y/n) says "And I'm also sorry for talking shit about your friend. But... could you tell us about him?"
The mother stood quiet doubting if she should or not for a second but then she sighed. She nodded and said "My childhood best friend is your dad" the woman then said.
