𝐒𝐚𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 ~ | Itoshi Sae

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He couldn't sleep, a bit confused and conflicted on why because he'd never had problems sleeping before. Truthfully he was fairly active so tiredness came quite often and never took too long. These days tho he found himself thinking a lot more about other people than he'd like to admit. Maybe it was okay because it was you, an exception of some sorts.

He'd turned to the side, big curtains open revealing the high up view he'd gotten from the hotel. It being relatively dark outside except for the lights (provided by the city) providing a breathtaking view, he wondered if you'd like this. The view he meant. Sitting here laying where he was staring at the window, alone with just yourself and whatever thoughts you'd had. Something told him you'd be playing music, you seemed like the music type.

He picked up his phone and opted to take a few lazy pictures. Thinking you'd enjoy the sight even if you weren't there to see it.

Maybe one day he could send you these, if you still talked. Maybe when he was open about who he was and what he did, hopefully understanding why he did what he did. Would you still talk to him?

Probably not. He wouldn't know how to feel if you'd met someone and found out their whole life was a lie, not that he was lying about anything since you hadn't known much. Sae guesses he wasn't doing too bad at being secretive or less open about his business. It was hard though because he wanted to. He wanted to tell you the truth and not run away from his life that's constantly taking him places so he's unable to settle down.

He'd found his fingers clicking onto the messenger app, hovering over the contact at the top of the rest. Fingers mindlessly typing and only realizing he'd texted you until it'd already been sent.

"Are you up?"

He anticipated a reply, probably not. You did work and most likely was exhausted.

"Cant sleep redhead, You alright?"

"Something like that ig. I don't really know"

"Woa, u used an abbreviation. Wonder who you got that from 🤨."

"Oh, I guess I did"

"Noooo!!! Use them they're actually funny seeing you use them. Guess u have started to warm up to me after all🤭."

If only you'd known, he'd done more than just warm up, he was practically secretly attached to you. He liked you, he didn't know in what way but he knew he didn't mind your presence as much as others, or hearing you talk on and on about something he couldn't actually care about but brought himself to because it'd came from you.

He knew he didn't mind you and wouldn't mind if you'd asked to stay.

"Something along those lines Ig, why are you up?"

"I actually don't know. Couldn't really sleep, too excited thinking about seeing you and hanging out. Gonna take tons of pictures too!"

"Oh, are you big on socials?"

"Yeah, I have a main and a more private page for more "intimate " moment I guess? Things I guess I cherish and only let certain ppl see. Are you big on socials?"

"Not really."

"To be fair you don't seem like the social media type💀kinda already guessed that"

He wasn't exactly lying when he said he wasn't big on socials. He'd had one page which he dedicated to strictly football highlights and what not. The idea of adding more pictures didn't really occur to him. Other famous people his age and whatnot usually posted other pictures, more aesthetically pleasing ones but he'd never gotten to it. He didn't really care much.

He wanted to see your socials and see what they were like. He was sure your page was interesting, very lively because you'd seem like the type to have such an aesthetic nice page. Something he'd find himself scrolling hours on and it made his heart ache a bit at the fact he couldn't ask you for it because he wanted to know. He wanted to see if what he'd thought was true or not.

"Do u wanna call? I'm a bit bored and I don't wanna text but I still wanna talk to you."

"Come over" is what he wanted to say, the words he'd typed out on the keyboard and burned holes into his phone. He wanted you to come over and sit with him, lay with him and enjoy the view and talk to him. You were grown. You didn't have to sit and text and he'd gladly get you a ride. If you'd wondered why he'd been in a hotel he'd make an excuse, anything to just fill this empty spot in this big uncomfortable ass bed. Which infact wasn't even uncomfortable - just unbearable because you weren't here to fill in the other half of it.

He opted for a simple thumbs up on the message though and watched as the FaceTime call rolled in. The screen lit up as you answered on your laptop (which he didn't know you'd had) and he'd watched as the camera was setup to show you laying down. The room a soft purple which he guessed was due to ur Led lights and your room decorated in posters and vines. It looked like home, it fitted you.

The only light that illuminated him (that you could see) was the moon. Big windows left open so a pretty glow entered the room. You couldn't see much but you could see he was infact shirtless, and his hair was a bit more unkept than usual. You wanted to be there.

"Your room seems very big"

"Yeah, something like that."

Should he tell you it wasn't his room and it was a hotel? He'd had plenty of excuses and not much to lie about.

"It's a hotel room."

For the first time (or what it felt like was the first) he was honest with you. This wasn't where he lived, this wasn't his home.

"Whyre you at a hotel room?"

"I still haven't gotten settled so I'm here until then."

So much for honestly.

It was quiet, what might've been comfortable and peaceful silence for you was lonely and miserable to him. He wished he wasn't here, he wanted to be anywhere here, stuck in this predicament. He wanted to be with you.

"Lucky, I bet the views beautiful. Wish I could be there, can't think of the last time I've been out or slept in a hotel or anything."

"I'd get you a ride over if you wanted"

He shut his mouth but not quick enough, you'd heard it and that was that.

Word count - 1113 (see next chapter)