"[...] 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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she couldn't pretend. she thought it would be the best option until the end of her lecture, but when she left and saw nakashima clearly avoiding her, her body filled with sadness again. she'll probably tell her friends about it, and if it's about her, yn doesn't give a flying fuck, she can say whatever she wants about her. but about akaashi?
yn wasn't good at pretending, it was written all over her face that something had happened, and akaashi would notice it as soon as his gaze fell on her. she knew she had to do something to hide her feelings.
that's why, when akaashi opened the door for her, the first thing he saw after the sour expression on her face was a large bag full of groceries.
"i-," she started before even entering the apartment. "i was hungry, so i thought maybe we could cook together? you enjoyed the fried rice at aran's house, so i thought i'd teach you how to make it if that's okay with you and kenma."
akaashi smiled softly and moved to let yn in. was she reading his mind? not long ago, he considered spending time together cooking, and now she has the same idea. though, being hungry didn't seem to be an enough cause for her to be in such a bad mood, which she was trying to conceal.
"i didn't had dinner yet, so that's actually a great idea," he chuckled.
before she came here, he was thinking that if she wanted to stay a little longer than just to get the poem and go home, they could order something to eat, but he wasn't expecting much. when they met between classes, yn seemed to be bothered by something.
she entered the apartment and made her way to the kitchen. it wasn't hard to find because it was just around the corner from the small hallway.
"and kenma is out, so... it's just the two of us," he added with an awkward laugh after hearing how it sounded.
"did he left because of me?" yn asked, slowing down the rummaging through the groceries she had placed on the kitchen counter.
"no!" akaashi said right away. "i mean- yes, kind of? he just gets like that no matter who comes over. don't worry about it, he likes you."
akaashi got back home after finishing his classes, clearly stressed out, kenma didn't even have to ask what was going on because akaashi told him the moment he arrived home. it was a monologue with a little bit of cursing at himself for dropping too many hints in his poem and a lot of pulling on his hair because yn was about to come over.
kenma patted him on the shoulder and left, telling him to have fun because he wasn't coming back tonight.
"i don't mind if he doesn't like me," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "kenma is cool, he's not walking around and sticking his nose in other people's business and talking shit, untrue shit about them behind their back," she huffed, pulling the vegetables from the paper bag. she also bought some fruit so they could have it for dessert. "i assumed you had rice," she said calmly, as if her outburst from a moment ago never happened.
