Read Between the Lines (Kiyoomi Sakusa x reader)

A New Assignment

I dragged my art bag to class the next day. Tsumu has been so avoidant of all my questions regarding Sakusa. Almost as if he didn't want me to know anything about the guy.

Bullshit.

I sat down at my station and pulled my sketchbook back out. My teacher walked around to check what we have been working on this week. They stopped at mine and flipped through my book.

"Y/N... you're missing a page."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I had an... encounter with an unwilling participant. I'm working on getting it back from them."

"I see. Speak to me after class please."

"Understood."

Great. Now I'm in trouble because of him. Fucking Sakusa.

The teacher finished a small lecture on drawing hands before letting the class go. I almost forgot to meet with them afterwards when they cleared their throat to remind me. I sighed and stepped to their desk.

"I see from your sketches that you're tracking a... volleyball team?"

"Yes. The MSBY Black Jackals. I know a few people on the team."

"Well, you're doing great so far. But I think you should draw people in still motion as well. It might help you get a better sense of proportion."

"Thank you. I'll be looking into that this week."

"Keep up the great work."

I nodded politely and went out. I clutched onto my sketchbook a little tightly.

More still life?

I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket and pulled it out to see a text from Tsumu.

Tsumu
Wassup? Wanna grab some lunch after class?

Y/N
Sounds good. I'll pick you up?

Tsumu
Bitch please. I'll be at your apartment in 20

Never change, Tsumu.

I rushed to my car so I'd be able to put my bag back in my room before his dumbass showed up.

The drive home wasn't too eventful but when I got home, I felt my phone buzzing like crazy. I looked to see what felt like hundreds of messages from Tsumu... apologizing?

That's odd.

I scrolled through the notifications to try and find what he was sorry about when my phone rang. It was a number I couldn't recognize.

This must be what he's sorry for.

I took a deep breath and answered the phone, trying to sound as customer service representative as I could.

"Hello?"

"Hey Y/N. Miya gave me your number."

I recognized the voice on the other end and smiled.

"Ahh Meian."

"This isn't too inappropriate, right?"

"Why would it be inappropriate?"

"Well... I was calling to see if maybe... you'd like to... um."