𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫.

¡ i'm in me mums car !

(I'M BLACK)
(🇬🇭)
january
✿————✿

Your empty stomach felt heavy as you watched the numbers on the screen above the elevator door get lower and lower.

The metal walls reflected your image on all four sides and you couldn't help but feel like you were being laughed at from somewhere, as if someone was pointing at you and saying "Look at this idiot going back to her ex!"

You had to remind yourself that the only person judging you was the same one in the reflections.

The numbers kept lowering.

3...2...1...G

The doors dinged as they opened, revealing the garage beneath your apartment complex. You stepped out, reminding yourself to take a deep breath in to relieve your nerves as the doors shut behind you. It didn't work. Your stomach was so unsettled that you felt like we're going to throw up at this rate.

You forced yourself to walk into the lot, turning left and following along as the numbers of the parking spaces increased.

#406, #407, #408.

That's where you slowed. Next to #408, which was occupied by the huge black SUV that belonged to your neighbor—a nice middle-aged woman that always seemed to be at the gym—was parking space #409.

There must have been some type of error when creating the garage, because parking space #409 didn't belong to any tenants. There actually was no apartment with that number to go along with it, so it was free space. To be fair, there was also no parking space with your apartment number, 410, so you just decided to use it as yours—or more so Sakusa's.

His black sedan was parked in your spot in the corner, the tinted windows rolled up so you couldn't see inside. With nervous steps, you rounded the car to the passenger's side, lightly punching your stomach in an attempt to remind it to be good. Without notice, you opened the door and slid into the seat.

Sakusa looked up from his phone and smiled at you. You returned it naturally, forgetting for a second what you were here for. He kept the warm-toned courtesy light on and reached behind your seat.

"I got your favorite." he started, pulling out two McDonald's bags from the back seat and pointing to a drink in the cup holder that you hadn't noticed before. "They put a whole lot of caramel in your frappe too."

You thanked him as you took one bag and the drink, lowering the backrest until it touched the seats in the back and scooted further back, turning on the overhead light in the back so that you could see better. You spread the food out on there.

Usually, people would be really against eating in the car like this, but you ate in such a meticulous way to not drop crumbs that he never even minded. He didn't even find it weird; to him it was just something that Sakusa liked about you, your weird obsession with cleanliness and keeping everything in order.

He also let you choose what music to play and against your better judgement, you shuffled your joint playlist for dates exactly like this.

"So, um, Omi," you started, licking the caramel off the straw, "why have you been trying to talk to me for so long?"

You knew it was a bad idea to let him start, or else you would never be able to get what you had to say off your chest. But somewhere deep inside, you almost didn't want to say anything.

Sakusa sighed, poking at his burger.

"Y/n...I'm sorry." he said. "I should've said it forever ago, at the restaurant, but I had so much built up anger then from all the missed dates and not seeing you for weeks at a time. I handled everything so badly."