➳❥ in which a young model befriends
a japanese college student through
instagram and learns what the word
'freedom' really means
haikyuu!! chatfic
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SUNDAY NIGHTS MEANT deep cleaning in amyrah's new york apartment. her scalp tingled under the towel she had wrapped her hair in, which meant the peppermint oil conditioner was doing it's job. with the windows cracked to let in the husky night air and her humidifier blowing out steady streams of ecualyptus and mint, amyrah felt at ease as she swept up the last bit of dirt from her living room.
in the pocket of her sweatpants, her phone rang.
no caller id
amyrah frowned, confused, before tentatively pressing the answer button.
"hello?"
the voice over the phone burst through the speaker, releasing scratchy breaths. amyrah looked at the phone, terrified.
"who is this?"
fear struck the back of her neck and slid down her spine like icy fingers of dread. just as she was ready to hang up, the voice spoke.
"it's the shit stain you left on your chair in third grade," it rasped into the phone.
amyrah's face scrunched up as she reeled back from the phone and then her expression dropped into a deadpann.
"you bitch."
the voice on the other side of the line burst out into high feminine giggles which turned into maniacal cackles.
amyrah sighed and leaned her hip against her kitchen counter. "are you done yet."
melissa sighed happily over the phone, traces of her laughter still evident in her tone. "okay, sorry, sorry. come to the airport i'm at baggage claim."
"what?"
"girl i don't have all night, come to the airport."
"wait you're here?" amyrah exclaimed, grabbing her keys.
"well i'm not gonna repeat it three times."
amyrah slipped the towel off her head, letting her conditioned hair fall before pulling a knit hat over it. "well you better be ready to sleep on the conveyer belt because i'm already ready for bed."
"yeah right," melissa said. "you've probably already put on your jacket with your happy ass. you missed me so bad."
"bitch, now you're definitely sleeping on the conveyer belt."
"mmm-hmmm, drive safe!"
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