"[...] i'm made for a soul-crushing romance, i need someone who won't be ashamed to worship the ground i walk on, because that's how i love, i give myself completely, i love every day as if there could be no tomorrow, i- god, do you know even one gu...
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yn was running late to class. this didn't happen often, but sometimes she just looked at the hour wrong or was too preoccupied with something else to notice that she had passed the time when she was supposed to leave her apartment.
even though she knew she wasn't in high school anymore and professors wouldn't hold her accountable for being a little late for classes, interrupting the lecture still worried her.
so she was walking fast, more focused than usual to avoid distractions, when a guy literally grew out of the ground in front of her, and she smashed right into him. the only thing that kept her from falling to the pavement was his hand on her arm.
"i'm so sorry, that wasn't supposed to look like this," he said, embarrassed by what had just happened.
"it's fine, i should've looked around," yn chuckled, taking a step back to continue her journey to class.
"hey, wait," he called after her, and she nearly whined. she really needed to leave if she wanted to make it before the professor arrived.
"yes?" she turned around anyway. it wasn't his fault that she was already late.
"i-" he began, and yn fought hard not to guess where it was going. she'd heard the stutter and sigh four times already. "it was me, the poem."
'goddamn it. another one?'
"wow," she exhaled, forcing a smile.
yn had no logical explanation for why she knew that this guy, along with four other guys, was not the author of the poem. she just knew, it was a gut feeling, and all of the crime shows taught her that gut feelings were valid.
"so?" he asked, moving closer to her. "you wanna go out or something?"
'oh, you wrote a poem that made me cry all night, and that's how you're inviting me on a date, it just makes perfect sense.'
she resisted the urge to scoff.
he even had the audacity to reach for her hand, but thankfully, his phone started vibrating.
"sorry," he said, letting out another embarrassed laugh, but soon after seeing the notification, he turned white as a ghost. eventually, yn's phone started ringing as well. she forgot to set it to silent, now she was kind of relieved that she wasn't in the middle of class yet.
the message on her screen was from daishō, and her mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that something had happened to mika, because that was the only topic they had in common. one of two, mika and aran. sometimes they gossiped about kuroo because daishō had a lot to say about him, but yn didn't count it as gossiping because everything daishō said behind his back he also said to his face, and she was always trying to convince him that kuroo was cool and he should give him a chance.
daishooo if u didn't saw, there's a new thing hung up for u on bulletin board in the main building
"oh," yn exclaimed out loud, but as she raised her head to teasingly ask the guy if this one was also from him, she noticed he was already gone.
good for him, he avoided embarrassing himself even more.
yn looked at the time. Is she hoping daishō is still around the notice board and asking him to send her a picture, or is she intentionally arriving late to class?
she knew it would be there after her classes, but she couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat as she stepped toward her classroom.
she turned around.
a few people were standing in front of the bulletin board, but with one 'sorry', they cleared a space for her to see what was written for her.
and there it was, a page with neat handwriting, perfectly placed in the center of the page.
'to yn, i am no poet, but i think the sun is your metaphor, and i can only sit in your light when it comes from the moon, because one ray directly on me can make me stare into the sunlight until i no longer can. it would haunt me, as i slowly loose my sight from such a foolish act. i could still feel warmth on my face as i turn it towards the sun, until i no longer can. that wouldn't haunt me. i would melt away and become one with the earth, as everyone will when their time comes. how can a person disappear, leave nothing behind, and not regret it? even burning feels delightfull from the sun.'
her heart was now beating so loudly that it was all she could hear.
was it someone who knew her? were they close, or not at all? she couldn't imagine one of her close friends writing something like that for her. but how could someone have such strong feelings if they didn't know her?
and the thought made her laugh. because she was questioning it, when she was the one who reached for the deepest emotions whenever someone took her out for two days and still seemed interested.
so, even if the author wasn't close to her, it shouldn't surprise her that they could feel so much while watching from afar.
it made her heart swell because they reminded her that someone out there understood her.
