under the same tree, two teens share the same pain, feelings, and, of course, the love they have for each other.
❝ i guess we're just very pretty teenagers! ❞
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april 12th; friday; 4:32 pm akaashis pov:
❝ UGHHHH! ❞(real)
i walked up to the cherry blossom tree only to hear someone familiar yelling. as i neared my destination, my face could only look concerned while looking at y/n who sat in a fetal position, burying her head into her knees. not even a few seconds had passed and her stomach started growling. but this time she didn't budge and let her stomach growl.
i set down my school bag and sat next to y/n. before i brought up any conversation, i grabbed my bag and sat it in my lap while i dug in it. i pulled out a sandwich and a bottle of apple juice. it was originally for me but bokuto brought a big lunch to school with him... again... and asked me to help him eat it... again. atleast i know my food isn't going to waste.
i nudged y/n with my elbow since both of my hands were occupied. she slowly lifted her head and looked at me with her puffy, red eyes and dried tear marks that were left on her cheeks. however, being in the state she is now, she still looked so beautiful. i got to admit, she is such a pretty crier. most people don't even look good when they're not crying. but her? she looked good all the time. crying or not, her beauty always amazed me.
i gave her a small smile as she took the food and drink away from my hands. "thank you.." she mumbled, unwrapping the sandwich and taking a bite of it. she paused before taking another bite and started to stare at the ground. "and.. sorry." my face expression visibly changed to a confused one as i looked at her.
"for what?" is what i asked. i couldn't really think of any reason for her to be sorry. other than the fact i've been giving her my food, but i've eaten already so it's fine—if that's what she's worried about.
"i didn't really have a good day, i don't think i'm in the talking mood." she shakily sighed, putting the sandwich on her lap and grabbing the apple juice to uncap it. "so sorry.. if i'm a bit boring today." i smiled at her, opening my mouth to speak.
"you're never boring." i shrugged. "to be honest, i wasn't going to come back since my after school activities tend to end late and usually i'd be tired..." a soft smile slowly crept onto my face. "but i come anyways because i wanna see you, you're always fun to be around—even if i just met you a few days ago." y/n paused again and looked at me with the most shocked look on her face.
"wow.." she sheepishly smiled. "that made me feel a little bit better, thank you." i responded with a 'no problem', and with that silence fell upon us.
it's been a couple minutes of silence. i was currently drawing in my sketchbook, not really bothered that we weren't talking since it was clear that talking was something y/n didn't want to do at the moment. so to respect that, i just started doing my own thing.
spending a whole afternoon with a volleyball team right after school can take a toll on you. not to mention.. a loud volleyball team. the only times i actually do have moments where it's quiet is when i'm home. thankfully, practice ended early today so i have more quiet time to myself.
i turn my head over at y/n to make sure to check on her, but it turns out she ended up falling asleep with a half eaten sandwich in her hand. i chuckle quietly at the cute girl and decided it's time for the both of us to go home. i gently shook her and within a matter of seconds she stirred awoke.
i stood up grabbing my stuff while y/n looked at me confusingly. "come on, i'll walk you home." this time saying it as if i were sure. y/n said nothing and got up as well, picking up her bookbag and putting it over her shoulder.
we walked in yet another comfortable silence. i couldn't help but to leave a big goofy smile plastered on my face. i honestly don't know why, though. there was nothing for me to be happy about. still, i couldn't help notice my chest began to feel weird — as if it were to burst — from what exactly? i couldn't tell you. i noticed y/n took note of this and narrowed her eyebrows. "what's got you so happy?" she asked. all i did was shrug and hum an "don't know." y/n shrugged too and looked away but my gaze was still on her.
"maybe it's you." i mumbled under my breath, returning my gaze back to the front.
'maybe its you that got me feeling this way.'
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