❝Bathroom Talks❞ m.yg x p.jm [eng trans]

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A quiet whistle carving into my pinna more or less gently awoke me from sleep I obviously fell to, without noticing it.
The boy's voice, whose words I listened to with interest, from the first syllable to the last, echoed in my thoughts emptied by the sleep.
Apiece also my body prisoned in a short paralysis began to wake up and I felt the cold, hard surface of the windowsill and the wall I had layed against with my back.
My limbs became saturated with the slight pain like a sponge before I got back the complete control over my partial still sleeping body.
Like a frail butterfly's wings my eye lids flickered for some seconds before I was able to brave their so seemly heavy weight and opened my eyes. Currently, I met another pair of eyes their pupils competed with the night's blackness that was visible through the milk glass.
The temporary panic came up that our weird but still for me incredibly valuable encounter was merely built by the wishes and desires of my dreams escaping from reality.
But now I was staring in the eyes of the boy, who made me feel things their existence I've never dreamed of just by his unreal seeming words. Like at the beginning of his little narration that rocked me to sleep like a lullaby despite the desperateness hidden between the lines he still sat with his legs cocked in front of me motionlessly.
Like a mirror image reflecting itself we sat on the windowsill facing each other and deepened our glimpses as if we wanted to stare a hole into our reflection's soul.
Whereby the mock of this alleged reflection fluctuated already by the smallest difference.
It was his body's stagnant, sculpturesque inertia which opposited like a muffling sound isolation my up and down teetering toes and my fingers' thruming.
The way the sadness and abiosis in his dark eyes met my rising sympathy for this mysterious boy and connected to a silent alliance of two souls, while my pulse was verging on my fingers' still silently thruming on my knees, pace inexplicably. Beside my pulsy breath, it was the only audible sound.
But just as fast this moment of forgetting about space and time had come, as fast it disappeared like the sparkling feeling the boy's eyes left on me, when they were turning back to the window.
My glimpse followed his and I stared outside the window, when he broke the silence.
"Am I that boring?"
Flummoxedly my eyes ran to him and I looked at him in confusion.
"You fell asleep", he reminded me barely.
I understood and could feel my face blushing when I defended myself.
"It's... it's not like that. For years I've
been only able to sleep when I read a story that brings me to my emotional limits", I admitted.
Shortly I thought to recognize something like pride in his usually emotionless eyes, but this moment lasted too short for being certain of really having seen this expression.
Solely a quietly mumbled 'thanks' left his lips which gave me on the other hand a satisfied smile.
We both turned to the window again and disappeared in our own worlds of thought again, divided and still connected here and now.
I appreciated this weird but still incredibly beautiful specialty of this moment, because who knows if that wasn't only a dream projecting my inside wishes? Because never ever I would've attributed such a beauty to the reality, it had always been too rough and sharp, like a knife's blade.
I was so lost in my thoughts that the idea coming briefly in my mind almost had left me again. But I could still grab it by time and jumped happily from the windowsill, ignoring the pain in my limbs.
The boy looked at me confusedly but I didn't have him time to ask his question.
"We're still downstairs, that means we can easily go through the window!", I shared my genius and simple plan.
But instead of enthusiasm I had expected the sadness seemed to deepen in his face.
He merely nodded silently and went down from the windowsill, so I could open the big window.
Relieved I swung my legs on the other side of the windowsill, prepared to jump down, when I noticed how he still stood silently at the same place and surveyed me with his piercing eyes. "Do you want to spend the whole night here?", I asked surprised, the sarcastic undertone impossible to assume away though.
He only shook his head.
"We should go after each other. Two of us are flashier and even if we haven't done anything, it's against the rules to be at school at this time. And I guess you have just as little desire of an additional afternoon in school as me", he explained, like usually without any emotion in his deep, equally emotionless voice.
I nodded understanding, I really didn't want to go to detention again.
I jumped down carefully and landed hardly one second later with a quiet noise on the floor and looked up to the window where the boy was still standing at and watched me.
He might seem weird to others, but he wasn't more weird than me.
"You haven't even told me your name!", I shouted up quietly.
"Call me Suga", he said not interested.
"And now go, before we'll be caught!", he shouted back whereas I only waved smirking and continued my way until the school was completely mixed with the darkness when I looked over my shoulder and has been disappeared from my view.

Suga anyway... I really wasn't able to imagine a more inappropriate name.

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I'll publish the rest tomorrow, it's already late here
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