"ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢʟᴀᴅʟʏ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴏɴ."
A sick girl, biology and maths major, and a football star, studying psychology. A story about them meeting and falling in love, nothing else to it!
WRITTEN IN ALL LOWER CAPS INTENTIONLY.
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“DON'T OPEN THAT door! it's for me.” bachira raced down the stairs, moving around the many canvases and painting equipment strewn along the floor, quickly moving to place his hand over the door handle, stopping his mother, yu, to open it.
“oh?” she took her hand off, raising them above her head to surrender, “who is it? one of your new football friends?”
“s-something like that...”
bachira opened the door, as you stood there, mirroring how he had first picked you up on your date, mid-knock and a wide smile on your face. you held a bouquet of roses in your hand, and a small gift in the other, as bachira stepped aside to let you in.
“good morning, ms. bachira. I hope you don't mind the intrusion—”
“[name]chan! oh my, oh my,” she took a moment to hug you tightly, sparkles in her eyes, “dont tell me! you're... and my son... oh my gosh!”
you laughed, as bachira took your hand to lead you to their kitchen, yu trailing behind. you placed the gifts and roses on the kitchen counter, “i got you something, ms. bachira.”
“please, call me yu! like you usually do!”
“you two know each other?!” bachira smiled, as his mother wrapped an arm around you, tugging at your cheeks which were dusted lightly with makeup.
