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Y/N and Kiyoko sat across from each other on her bed, his knees tucked into his chest as Morimichi ran around the house excitedly, sniffing and jumping on anything she could.
"...so, Oikawa-san found you post-panic attack because of Mori's meowing, and then you two became friends?" Kiyoko said slowly, trying to understand the words coming from her lips.
The boy gulped as he bit his bottom lip. Were he and Tooru-san friends? They couldn't be anything more than acquaintances at best. He isn't the best person to be around. He can't stop fucking stuttering, and his voice is too soft— too girly.
Kiyoko fell onto her bed with a sigh. "You know we have to buy things for her, right?"
Y/N nodded. "...I-I can do it— I, um, have money saved. I-I'll take her to the vet and everything!"
"You'll be able to take care of her?"
He nods again.
"...well," She trails off, sitting up and putting her hair into a ponytail. "For now, she'll have to sleep in your room and use the bathroom outside until you go shopping, but everything should be okay."
Shimizu lets out a sigh of relief as the tension leaves his body. He stared at Kiyoko's clock through the corner of his eye— 9:34 PM— before standing up and grabbing Morimichi. "...I'm, um, g-going to go study now. Kaede-san said I could start coming to practice again, so I won't be able to come by the gym as often."
"Alright, just remember to take care of yourself."
He walks out of her room and steps into his, setting Morimichi on his bed before sitting at his desk, rubbing his eyes as he pulls his homework out of his bag. Because Tanaka-san and the others were eating lunch with him, he had more homework than usual.
The boy took his earbuds off their stands and plugged them into his phone, picking a quiet playlist he started his homework, figuring he'd start with math and end with planning his science project.
By the time he was done, the time was 11:21 PM. Shimizu yawned as he took the buds out of his ear, placed his papers into his bag, and carefully undid his hair— placing the white ribbon over his chair.
He took his glasses and earrings off, putting them on his bedside table as exhaustion sunk into his body. He checked his calendar. Tomorrow he had to return the books he borrowed from the library, and he had after-school practice.
Another yawn took over him as he plugged his phone, squinting his eyes when he noticed a notification. Groggily, he put his glasses back on and tapped on the message, guilt forming in his stomach when he saw the text was sent half an hour ago.
