𝘿𝙊 𝙄𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙈 𝘽𝘼𝙀, KUSUO SAIKI

i was in a band. . . YMCA⌫

"ME?"
"Why though?"

"I'm.... not sure myself."
"But I am."

"Did anything happen to trigger like a memory or something?"

"No. I don't think so anyways."
"I think . . ."
"Nahhh nevermind, its stupid haha"

"Y/n."
"Say it."

"Nah."
"Actually i want to say it now."
"I think it is... Deez Nuts."

". . ."
"Canceled."

"You'd like it fool."

"..."

"Knew it."
"You're down baaaaaad."

"Shut and talk about something you like."

"So, you?"
"Nah, I don't know something."

"Good grief y/n."
"Thoughts on astronomy?"

"Oh my God! I love it! Did you know that the smell of outer space is actually super metallic . . ."

▪︎𝗞𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗼 𝗣𝗢𝗩▪︎

AS Y/N rambled about the smell of space and such. I turned to lay on my back, looking up at my ceiling. As much as I'd LOVE to deny it, y/n is one of the few reoccurring thoughts in my brain.

'Good grief why me?' I thought then sighed.

"Kusuo? You alright? That was like a heavy sigh."

"Yeah."
"I'm fine n/n."

"Hm."
"Don't know if I believe that."

"Then don't-?"

"Bro huh?"
"Don't say that now, I have no idea what to say back."

"Uh alright?"

"Shut. You're so dry, but also so fine?"
"Like pick a struggle, not both."

"I'm not?"

"Good grief. Kusuo! You're so, I don't know, there isn't no black and white with you. There so many shades of grey. Not like the smutty book, but like."

"Yeah I assumed."

"You know what they say about assuming."

"Y/n, shut the fuck up."

"oooooo. Kusuo said a bad word."

"Bro I'm mad tired."

"Then sleep?"

"You talk then!"
"This can't be one-sided muchacho!"

"Y/n you know I don't like to talk much."

"To be honest this call I've heard you talk alot."
"Almost more then all of your life man."

"Be lucky."

"Oh I am haha."
"But you talk about something."
"Like Satou?"