"Yuuta... says he likes me?"
Suddenly, I can feel my heart in my throat, and I can feel it pacing. It's thumping and erratic-- and I'm finding it to be harder and harder to breathe. I mean, he's told me something similar before... but never like that. I told him not to tell me how he feels, and that I didn't want anything else outside of our friendship.
"Likes? No, no. I'm sure he said "love". Although, I was a bit out of earshot, so I could be mistaken." Kakeru continues to further stir the pot, chuckling sadistically.
"Although, I doubt it..."
I can feel my senses beginning to heighten as I look at Kakeru with wide, sad eyes. Did Yuuta really say that? Did he really? I want to ask, and I want to keep asking-- but a part of me is afraid of the truth.
"I don't... this is all so weird." I take my fingers and brush them against the bridge of my nose, with my opposing hand releasing my sock.
I suddenly feel a migraine coming on, and I push to my feet-- completely forgetting about the sock that I'd left to dehydrate on the ground.
"Sorry," Kakeru begins. I watch his brows lower and his lips curl into a slight frown, but somehow-- he still doesn't seem very empathetic. "I guess that wasn't really my place to say."
'You don't say?' I look at him, almost glaring... but he wasn't necessarily wrong either. Just because I'm upset at the truth, doesn't make it his fault.
I sigh, shaking my head. "No, it's quite alright. I know you're just trying to help. I think." I then avert my gaze, taking a step forward.
"Anyway, I should get going now. My friend's class should be ending soon, and we always go out for lunch."
Kakeru looks at me, lips parting to speak-- and for a moment-- it looks like he was frowning. But words don't ever escape him. He just gives me this frail smile and nods his head.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow. I had a lot of fun today." I added, honestly. Just before I pivoted and began on my stride. I feel so much air in my head, I feel in a daze... but I ignore this feeling and continue forward.
Kakeru waves, and he keeps waving just until I've reached further down the pavement. He then lowers his eyes, cracking a slight pfft.
"That silly girl left her sock."
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Blissfully, I raise the insulated cup to my lips. Each swing of coffee meant a moment of euphoria. It meant a moment of peace and calmness-- but this feeling is always interrupted by a--
"Is it true that there's no difference in flavor with Sckittles?" Hinata smacks. I can hear the gobbled up candy cling against his canine teeth. "I heard the red tastes just like yellow. And so does purple and orange and blue..."
I turn my head, rolling my eyes towards the ginger sitting across from me. I stare, thinking. I want to ask him for advice, but...
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Philophobia 2 (Yandere! Sugawara X FemReader!)
FanfictionAfter experiencing a plethora of stress and heartbreak , (Y/N) sought to run away from her past. To keep running meant that she wouldn't have to look back at the strings of broken hearts lying in her footprint's rest. Three years later, however, she...
