──── 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙀𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙎 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 falling from the cherry blossom trees as the cool spring wind blew in the blonde's hair. misaki was waiting by the entrance of the train station in musutafu with a small purse in hand. she was wearing a pleated beige maxi skirt that was paired with a collared shirt, denim blazer styled coat, and some black mary jane's. she spent a lot of time finding a nice outfit for her date with natsuo and now all that was left was for him to show up at their meeting spot.
misaki glanced at her watch, checking the time. five minutes. he was five minutes late. natsuo was never late. he never left her hanging like this and she was starting to get worried.
five minutes turned to fifteen minutes. and then fifteen minutes turned to thirty minutes. and here misaki was sitting on a bench near the station like a fool. a fool who just got stood up. natsuo was the last person she'd think to stand her up, but she knew now that even he disappoints. these thoughts filled her head as she sighed before leaving. her heart shattered and disappointed.
starting to kick the rocks off the ground she headed back home to where she'd probably cry from the embarrassment of getting stood up. but she was suddenly stopped in her tracks as someone grabbed hold of her wrist.
turning around she was met with her white-haired date. she didn't know whether to feel relieved or furious that he left her waiting outside the station for thirty minutes.
his body was hunched over, his hands on his knees as he caught up with his breath. he was obviously running and misaki just watched him stand there breathless before her. "wait."
"you're late." she stood with her arms crossed with a stoic face but deep down she was disappointed.
"i know and i'm so so sorry misaki!" he pleaded, intertwining his fingers, giving her his puppy eye look hoping she'd forgive him. she sighed breaking her strict stance, "what happened? you're never late natsuo."
"i-uh. i got into a fight with my dad right before i was about to leave..." he explained with a hint of hesitation, growing quiet when mentioning his father.
misaki didn't know much about his dad. natsuo never really ever brought him up. but what it seemed to her is that he didn't really have a good relationship with his dad. "do you wanna talk about it?" she placed her hand on top of his hoping to comfort him if he needed it.
"no!" he yelled without hesitation removing his hand from hers before calming down after startling the blonde sitting next to him, "sorry. i just rather not get into it." a frown appeared on his face and misaki grew worried.
