you lit up a cigarette and placed it between your plump lips while sipping from your cup of coffee. you began recalling the moments you shared with satori, eager to spend more time with him. he had something different, a unique aura, and you needed to know more.
your thoughts were interrupted by your sleepy best friend yawning. "JESUS CHRIST", he screamed after he saw your figure, "WHY ARE YOU HERE?", he asked, still fuzzy from the events of the previous night.
you sighed, "i took care of your drunk ass last night, asshole", rolling your eyes. "awww you're so wifey material.", he teased, leaning in with a smirk as he sipped his coffee, "you're welcome."
as he settled into a seat beside you, his gaze fixated on your neck. "who devoured you like that?", oikawa chuckled. "a red haired guy from the club", your response almost made him choke on his coffee.
"tendou satori???!" he screamed, shocked. "why are you yelling dude i just woke up. yeah, him..how did you know though?", oikawa smirked and continued, "maybe cause he's the only red haired guy that comes to my buddy's club?" you nodded in acknowledgment.
"does he come often?", you wondered. "pretty much yeah, like, every friday, although he's been absent for a few weeks", your friend replied to your question, raising an eyebrow, "are you interested in him?", "maybe", was your answer.
the rest of the day you set aside your thoughts and tried watching some movies to keep you entertained but it didn't really work. it never works, actually. since that day, nothing can keep you entertained anymore, except your pretty guitar.
you decided to pack your guitar and walk towards your secret place, despite the late hour. as you arrived there, your eyes widened in shock, seeing tendou lying down with his eyes closed. his right hand was resting on his forehead while the other one held a phone.
you approached the boy and lied down in the same position next to him. he looked on his left and made eye contact with you. "i'm sorry i came here, to your place. i needed to be alone tonight", he said to you.
"you can always come here when you feel like it. don't apologize", you reassured, your eyes never leaving his. he moved his gaze to your guitar and asked, "can you play something?", you didn't respond but got up and started playing your favorite song.
tendou listened carefully to you while watching your pretty hair getting on your face because of the wind. he felt a sudden sense of comfort and safety, something that he never thought a person could give to him.
as you finished your song, you looked to satori and saw a small tear rolling down his cheek. he was hurt. something had happened to him that day and you managed to make him forget about everything for a split second.
you slowly wiped away his tear and continued caressing his cheek while staring into his wounded eyes. he touched your hand, not letting you stop touching his cheek. you both absorbed each other's feelings while staring at one another.
satori slowly kissed your lips, awakening a feeling in your stomach. "can you play more? please?", he quietly asked you, receiving a nod from you. you were right, he needed you in that moment. he needed to feel safe and loved again, and thankfully, you could do that with your singing.
but how can i help you when i can't even help myself?
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