Philophobia 2 (Yandere! Sugawara X FemReader!)

| Part XIV: Differences |

I reluctantly kick my feet, feeling the misalignment of the swing toss me awkwardly from left to right.

I feel nervous. Each second that passes feels like a taunt, a snicker in my ear; and I can't help but buckle. "Grr—gRAHH!"

I shout, digging my fingers into the crown of my head. While there, I give my hair a tight pull. "I can't take this guilt anymore! What if he hates me??!" I then shoot up from the swing, shaking my head. "He'll probably stand me up the way I stood him up!"

"In that case, I totally get it..." I lower my arms, wearing a crooked and upset smile. "Aha... ahahaha...!" I begin to blurt, barking out maniacal laughter.

"I'm done for..!"

I toss away the kids' shovel, watching the sky as it darkens. It's losing its crystal glow, and now it's being replaced by an aesthetically orange tang that'll only last a couple of minutes.

Incapable of turning my gaze, my body lies burrowed in the sand; with only my head and tips of my toes surfacing.

"Alas... my grave is finally done. Kinda cold, too." I wriggle each toe individually out of the sprouted sand, just underneath my sock. I'd stripped off my shoes and left them just a few feet from my body a couple of minutes prior.

It's been over an hour, and still no Hinata,,. But I don't blame him. I don't feel as upset anymore... I mean, I did him a lot of wrong. I sigh, closing my eyes.

At least I have this. The gentle caress of the wind, the— not at all uncomfortable—coldness of the sand hugging my skin.

Embracing every single one of my five senses, I feel another breeze— it's abrupt and heavy. It causes my eyes to flutter open, rapidly, and within another moment— i feel like I am catching my breath.

"...What are you doing?" The man asks, with his orange head totally eclipsed in front of the setting star; I nearly mistaken him for it.

Hinata watches me for a moment. And as the Sun furthers down some more, I can finally see them. Those sad eyes I knew he would have. He hasn't been sleeping very well, has he? He then awkwardly averts his gaze, scratching at his cheek.

I try not to let the awkward atmosphere spread us apart any more than it already is, and thus I look away as well. "I am... meditating." I lie, puckering my lips.

"Why would you be meditating there in the sand? Isn't the point of meditation to be able to feel your arms and your legs?" He squints, craning his head to the side. He then reaches for that same, orange-colored satchel that is the epitome of autumn, and brings it from over his chest.

I watch him gently begin to settle down. Lowering his satchel into the sand, he moves slowly, gracefully, and proceeds to intertwine and cross his legs. He sits where I can see him: directly across from me.

"W-Well... yeah! Of course it is... I just..." I can't tell him that I thought he wasn't showing up, and that I'd been burying myself out of guilt and more for torture. "...felt like I'd concentrate more like this..."

As pink hues scatter across my face, I remain unguarded in this moment that I felt was awkward; but...

Hinata laughs. It's short but genuine, and it causes insides to tingle. With my wide eyes on him, Hinata blinks and turns his head away. "Concentrate? This is strange, haha. And well; I didn't think the sand in a kids' playground would run so deep." He leans back, gripping the sand between his fingers— but it falls through.