ᴘᴏʟᴀʀ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

Call me

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Well well well! Look who it is, back for another chapter of craziness. Yep, you guessed it right. Both of them couldn't sleep at night, thinking about each other. No catching winks, no bagging Z's, no counting sheep.

"Come to think of it, I forgot to exchange numbers with her." Satoru said, his previously half-lidded eyes instantly snapping open as realization washed over him. "Gah! Why did I forget something like that?! That's supposed to be basic dammit!" He groaned out loud, burying his face into the pillows.

Surprise surprise, Makima was wondering the exact same thing. Minus the overreactions, of course.

"I can't wait till morning. Just on the other floor... right there on the other floor.. I'll see—"

Then, as if on cue, they both sneeze at the same time.

Achoo!

You know what that means. A simultaneous sneeze means someone's talking about you. And for them, it just so happened to be each other.

For some reason, they both decide against it for a while. And by a while, I meant a few minutes. Nope, scratch that, make it five. Restless and fidgety, they both sat up from their own beds and pondered for a few beats before eventually standing up and leaving for a clear purpose.

They head to look for the other, still wearing comfortable nightwear. No funny business, reader. I clearly meant stuff like sweatpants, hoodies, or plain white shirts. That's it, I'm telling ya!

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Funny but expected enough, then ensues a couple of confusing shenanigans.

While both of them were busy looking for each other, not bothering to notice the elevator that the other hopped on, they ended up getting on different ones.

Funny how these events transpire. Like a romcom or something, right? Well yeah maybe it is a bit. I'll paint a picture for you.

A certain someone we all know impatiently taps his foot on the elevator floor, glancing up at the monitor with numbers that decrease with every passing second. He gazes at the button controls, contemplating whether or not to keep pressing it just so the elevator descends faster.

Another someone we all know grips her shoulders lightly, feeling the cold breeze of the elevator's air conditioning coupled with the blowing wind of the night. She'd admit, it wasn't exactly a good decision going out wearing a shirt without other outer covering.

I mean, could you blame her? She got lost in the moment and couldn't think of minor stuff like that. Right now, there was something... someone... that kept her thoughts busy.

Eventually, the clock strikes two in the morning. The sky was still dark, the moon was still out, but the bright city lights of Tokyo flickered without cease as always.

Finally, they individually head for the lobby. One coming from the right side of the area and another on the left.

They hung both of their heads low, a slight disappointment etched across their features, not seeing the person in front of them as they grab cans from the vending machine on the opposite sides of where they came from.

You guessed it! Beer and iced coffee.

They both head back towards the direction they came from. Unbeknownst to them, they come crashing into each other.

Wham!

Both getting wet from their drinks, they look up and see the person they were looking for...

Each other.

"You were looking for me too, Satoru?" Makima asks, grinning as she shook off some beer mixed with coffee liquid from her arm.

Satoru grins back, wiping a splash of coffee from her cheek. "Of course! I guess it's a tie then. I couldn't beat you to it."

They laugh together, the sound echoing throughout the seemingly empty lobby, saying stuff like "This sounds like it came straight out of a movie!"

"I'm thinking you already know what I came here for." He smirks, running a hand through his hair doused in beer. Thankfully, nothing got on his hoodie, which he gladly offered to her since he noticed the subtle shiver in her arms.

She mouths a thank you before answering. "My number?"

"Sharp as always, gorgeous."

Makima smirked back, matching his teasing nature. She gives him her number and turns to walk away, the hoodie snug on her slender frame. But of course, not before winking and saying, "Call me~"

He just stood there for a while. "Did I just bag... did she just... what—?"

Just then, he felt dizzy for a second before regaining his composure.

"Hot damn."