𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 ! ! ─ 𝙠𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 ⋆ 𝙠

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[a/n: also it's my birthday YAAAYAYAYAYA ok but fr thank ya'll for reading I love ya'll mwah mwah mwah]

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"Ladies first" you hold out a gracious hand for the blonde, trying to guide him out of your truck. It was oddly reminiscent of a scene from repunzel considering how high up your truck was.

But to your dismay, he pushes your hand out of the way and hops out all by himself "I can get out on my own" you were starting to enjoy finding excuses to hang with Kozume, even if you weren't teasing the crap out of him—a part of you just enjoyed being around him.

"All this sass" you click your tongue, watching him brush past you "for someone who can't drive"

"I can drive" he cuts a look back at you

"So why do I never see that damn car backing out the driveway?"

"Cause you're always picking me up"

"Huh" the thought makes you smile "I am always picking you up aren't I?"

"Y/N why are we at a playground?" Once again, he's ruined the moment—totally ignoring the magical aspects of sitting at a park during the ungodly hours of the night.

"Not just any playground, Kozume" you point a finger at him, planting a dramatic foot onto the old ass mulch "this is the sacred playground I took three guys at once.."

"Impressive"

"..In a fight" you clarify quickly, taking hold of his unwilling hand

"Less impressive"

"To save Natsu's ass" you lead him over to the rickety swing set, dropping down into the seat that felt insanely small compared to how it was a few years ago.

He looks at you kinda odd, watching you wiggle into the small seat. For a second he looks like he's just about to turn around and walk right back to the car but he finds a spot in the swing beside you, hands tight on the chains.

"So did you win?" He asks finally

"Hell yes I did!" If getting them running and screaming meant winning then you definitely won "It was sheer luck though" you admit "I swung my school bag so hard I thought I dislocated my shoulder—plus I broke my phone"

"I bet you had a flip-phone"

"Why are you so mean to me?"

"You had a flip-phone didn't you?"

"Yeah.." you look down

He covers over the smile that forms on his face, having to turn to the side to keep from laughing at the solid stare you were throwing at him.

"Quit smirking, you hater" you suck your teeth, pushing your swing forward a bit

"I'm sorry it's just funny" he's fighting back a giggle

"I had that flip phone looking cute though, it was all bedazzled and stuff" the more you explain it the more you realize how much you loved that damn flip phone "I swear, if you knew me back then you woulda fallen in love" you assure him

"I did know you back then though"

"Barely" you look up at the inky sky "your girlfriend was one of my best friends so of course you knew who I was—but you didn't know me know me"

"So..I know you now?" Yes, it's true that the two of you got a bit..close but that doesn't mean he knew you. He didn't know your history or any of the crazy shit you used to get into, he doesn't know your family he hardly knows your friends—hell, he probably doesn't even know your favorite color. But that was fine, that's how it was supposed to be between you two. He was just a toy after all.